It was long past noon when he awoke．His valet（男仆）had entered several times on tiptoe into the room to see if he was waking up，and had wondered what made his young master sleep so late．Finally his bell sounded，and Victor came in softly with a cup of tea and a pile of letters on a small tray of old china，and drew back the curtains．

'Monsieur has well slept this morning，"he said，smiling．

‘What o'clock is it，Victor？"asked Dorian Gray sleepily．

"One hour and a quarter，Monsieur．"

How late it was!He sat up，and having sipped some tea，turned over his letters．One of them was from Lord Henry，and had been brought that morning．He hesitated for a moment，and then put it aside．The others he opened at a random．They contained the usual collection of cards，invitations to dinner，tickets for private views，programmers of charity concerts，and the like that are showered on fashionable young men every morning during the season．There was a rather heavy bill for a silver Louis-XVI toilet-set that he had not yet had the courage to send on to his guardians（监护人），who were extremely old-fashioned people and did not realize that we live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities； and there were several very politely worded communications from Jermyn Street money-lenders offering to advance any sum of money at a moment's notice and at the most reasonable rates of interest

After about ten minutes he got up，and passed into the bathroom．The cool water refreshed him after his long sleep．He seemed to have forgotten all that he had gone through．A dim sense of having taken part in some strange tragedy came to him once or twice，but there was the unreality of a dream about it

As soon as he was dressed，he sat down to a light French breakfast It was a nice day．The warm air seemed laden with sweet flavor．A bee flew in，buzzed round and stood before him．He felt perfectly happy．

24．How did Victor feel when he en