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eleven oclock from Lord treet, a man passed , and er turned up. , came over ion and on quickly in tion of his own house.
But stopping on t and ter s, his hand was on his arm.
quot;Dorian! an extraordinary piece of luck! I ing for you in your library ever since nine oclock. Finally I took pity on your tired servant and told o go to bed, as me out. I am off to Paris by t train, and I particularly ed to see you before I left. I t it , as you passed me. But I quite sure. Didnt you recognize me?quot;
quot;In t even recognize Grosvenor Square. I believe my I dont feel at all certain about it. I am sorry you are going a I suppose you ;
quot;No: I am going to be out of England for six montend to take a studio in Paris and s myself up till I picture I about myself I ed to talk. your door. Let me come in for a moment. I o say to you.quot;
quot;I s you miss your train?quot; said Dorian Gray languidly as eps and opened tch-key.
t struggled out t c;I ime,quot; ;train doesnt go till teen, and it is only just eleven. In fact, I o to look for you, o Victoria in ty minutes.quot;
Dorian looked at ; a o travel! A Gladstone bag and an ulster! Come in, or t into t talk about anyt least not;
ered, and folloo t , and an open Dutc-case stood, er and large cut-glass tumblers, on a little marqueterie table.
quot;You see your servant made me quite at ed, including your best gold-tipped cigarettes. able creature. I like ter to ;
Dorian s;I believe ablis seems silly of t it? But--do you kno all a bad servant. I never liked I o complain about. One often imagines t are quite absurd. ed to me and seemed quite sorry ake zer myself. to be some in t room.quot;
quot;t ; said ter, taking off and t ;And no to speak to you seriously. Dont fro. You make it so muc for me.quot;
quot; is it all about?quot; cried Dorian in ulant about myself. I am tired of myself to-nigo be somebody else.quot;
quot;It is about yourself,quot; ans say it to you. I s;
Dorian sig a cigarette. quot;; he murmured.
quot;It is not muco ask of you, Dorian, and it is entirely for your o I am speaking. I t rig you s t dreadful t you in London.quot;
quot;I dont t ot scandals about myself dont interest me. t got ty.quot;
quot;t interest you, Dorian. Every gentleman is interested in people to talk of you as sometion, and your kind of t position and everyt believe t all. At least, I cant believe t es itself across a mans face. It cannot be concealed. People talk sometimes of secret vices. tc sself in t mention you kno year to rait done. I time, travagant price. I refused I ed. I kno I e rig I fancied about you, Dorian, , innocent face, and your marvellous untroubled yout believe anyt you. And yet I see you very seldom, and you never come doo tudio no knoo say. , Dorian, t a man like ter it? t so many gentlemen in London o your e you to to be a friend of Lord Staveley. I met dinner last ion, in connection ures you to tion at taveley curled you mig artistic tastes, but t you I o young men? t cted suicide. You on, arnis about Adrian Singleton and about Lord Kents only son and erday in St. Jamess Street. about t sort of life noleman e ;
quot;Stop, Basil. You are talking about t; said Dorian Gray, biting e of infinite contempt in ;You ask me . It is because I kno because mine. it on and young Perteacs silly son takes reets, to me? If Adrian Singleton es ter in England. tables, and ters in order to try and pretend t t society and on intimate terms ry, it is enougo inction and brains for every common tongue to sort of lives do t t ive land of te.quot;
quot;Dorian,quot; cried ;t is not tion. England is bad enougy is all is t you to be fine. You been fine. One to judge of a man by t o lose all sense of y. You o t you can smile, as you are smiling no reason, if for none ot ers name a by-;
quot;take care, Basil. You go too far.quot;
quot;I must speak, and you must listen. You sen. Lady G a breatouc o live ories-- stories t you da of dreadful o t dens in London. Are true? Can true? about your country- is led t kno you. I tell you t I dont to preaco you. I remember every man eur curate for t al, and to break to preaco you. I you to lead suc you. I you to you to get rid of te s. Dont be so indifferent. You it be for good, not for evil. t you corrupt every one imate, and t it is quite sufficient for you to enter a o folloer. I dont kno. it is said of you. I am told t it seems impossible to doubt. Lord Gloucester est friends at Oxford. ter t ten to Mentone. Your name ed in t terrible confession I ever read. I told it I kne you , I so see your soul.quot;
quot;to see my soul!quot; muttered Dorian Gray, starting up from turning almost we from fear.
quot;Yes,quot; anso see your soul. But only God can do t.quot;
A bitter laug;You s yourself, to-nig; able. quot;Come: it is your o it? You can tell t it afterer for it. I knoter te about it so tediously. Come, I tell you. You tered enoug corruption. Noo face.quot;
ttered. amped upon t manner. a terrible joy at t t some one else o s, and t ted trait t o be burdened for t of he had done.
quot;Yes,quot; inued, coming closer to eadfastly into ern eyes, quot;I s you fancy only God can see.quot;
arted back. quot;t; ;You must not say t. t mean anyt;
quot;You t; he laughed again.
quot;I knoo you to-nig for your good. You kno;
quot;Dont touc you o say.quot;
A ted flas across ters face. , and a y came over er all, o tit raigo tood t tlike ashrobbing cores of flame.
quot;I am ing, Basil,quot; said the young man in a hard clear voice.
urned round. quot; I o say is t; ;You must give me some anso t are made against you. If you tell me t tely untrue from beginning to end, I s you see tell me t you are bad, and corrupt, and s;
Dorian Gray smiled. tempt in ;Come upstairs, Basil,quot; ly. quot;I keep a diary of my life from day to day, and it never leaves t is ten. I s to you if you come ;
quot;I s. I see I rain. t makes no matter. I can go to-morro dont ask me to read anyto-nig is a plain anso my question.quot;
quot;t so you upstairs. I could not give it o read long.quot;