Lord Arthur Savile's Crime; The Portrait of Mr. W.H., and Other Stories. Wilde Oscar

‘that it has nothing to do with the police at all. In fact, the clock is intended for the Dean of Chichester.’

      ‘Dear me! I had no idea that you felt so strongly about religion, Lord Arthur. Few young men do nowadays.’

      ‘I am afraid you overrate me, Herr Winckelkopf,’ said Lord Arthur, blushing. ‘The fact is, I really know nothing about theology.’

      ‘It is a purely private matter then?’

      ‘Purely private.’

      Herr Winckelkopf shrugged his shoulders, and left the room, returning in a few minutes with a round cake of dynamite about the size of a penny, and a pretty little French clock, surmounted by an ormolu figure of Liberty trampling on the hydra of Despotism.