Henry can't help laughing, a bright sharp sound in the cold air. "As well you should not, my dear Dorian; poor aesthetics are worse than poor philosophy, for even good philosophy is rarely understood, whereas the aesthetic is always most readily apprehended." He shakes his head. "A pity. Elocutionary training must suffer dreadfully, in the future."

He is silent for a moment, considering what Dorian said about the funeral. (He can't think of it as his funeral. Not yet.) "I cannot imagine Gwendolen is pleased to see you."