"Yes," echoed Dorian, leaning back in his chair and looking at Lord Henry over the heavy clusters of purple-lipped irises that stood in the centre of the table, "what do you mean by good, Harry?"
-Bai-egin zion Dorianek oihartzun, bere aulkian atzerantz etzanez, eta mahaiaren erdian altxatzen zen lili ertz purpureztatuko sorta hostotsu haren gainetik, Lord Henryri begiratzen ziola-.