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"I am in Lady Agatha's black books at present," answered Dorian

with a funny look of penitence. "I promised to go to a club in

Whitechapel with her last Tuesday, and I really forgot all about

it. We were to have played a duet together-three duets, I

believe. I don't know what she will say to me. I am far too

frightened to call."

"Oh, I will make your peace with my aunt. She is quite devoted to

you. And I don't think it really matters about your not being

there. The audience probably thought it was a duet. When Aunt

Agatha sits down to the piano, she makes quite enough noise for

two people."

"That is very horrid to her, and not very nice to me," answered

Dorian, laughing.