Chapter 17

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​⁠A week later Dorian Gray was sitting in the conservatory at Selby Royal, talking to the pretty Duchess of Monmouth, who with her husband, a jaded-looking man of sixty, was amongst his guests. It was tea-time, and the mellow light of the huge, lace-covered lamp that stood on the table lit up the delicate china and hammered silver of the service at which the duchess was presiding. Her white hands we