[Dinner is over; the men have had their port and cigars, and now are joining the ladies in the drawing room. It's the first time Lord Henry has met Isadora; Dorian introduced them earlier, but they were seated at nearly opposite ends of the table—their hostess perhaps desperately attempting to run interference, perhaps. Alas, her efforts are about to come to naught as Lord Henry, brandy glass in hand, sits down across from Isadora.]

Well, my dear, I am glad to see that no one has monopolised you yet. Though it is distressing to see one so exquisitely charming without a young swain to pay her court.