Whatareyoutwotalkingabout？saidLordHenry，strollingovertothetableandputtinghiscupdown。IhopeDorianhastoldyouaboutmyplanforrechristeningeverything，Gladys。Itisadelightfulidea。
ButIdon’twanttoberechristened，Harry，rejoinedtheduchess，lookingupathimwithherwonderfuleyes。Iamquitesatisfiedwithmyownname，andIamsureMr。Grayshouldbesatisfiedwithhis。
MydearGladys，Iwouldnotaltereithernamefortheworld。
Theyarebothperfect。Iwasthinkingchieflyofflowers。YesterdayIcutanorchid，formybutton-hole。Itwasamarvellousspottedthing，aseffectiveasthesevendeadlysins。InathoughtlessmomentIaskedoneofthegardenerswhatitwascalled。HetoldmeitwasafinespecimenofRobinsoniana，orsomethingdreadfulofthatkind。Itisasadtruth，butwehavelostthefacultyofgivinglovelynamestothings。Namesareeverything。Ineverquarrelwithactions。Myonequarreliswithwords。ThatisthereasonIhatevulgarrealisminliterature。Themanwhocouldcallaspadeaspadeshouldbecompelledtouseone。Itistheonlythingheisfitfor。
Thenwhatshouldwecallyou，Harry？sheasked。