“There is no use your telling me that you are going to be good,” cried Lord Henry, dipping his white fingers into a red copper bowl filled with rose-water. “You are quite perfect. Pray, don’t change.” Dorian Gray shook his head. “No, Harry, I have done too many dreadful things in my life. I am not going to do any more. I began my good actions yesterday.” “Where were you yesterday?” “In the country, Harry. I was staying at a little inn by myself.” “My dear boy,” said Lord Henry, smiling, “anybody can be good in the …