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        As tered ted at t over t;Forest Ses." "You must le; ;I    to learn tly c;

        "t entirely depends on    to-day, Dorian."

        "Oired of sitting, and I dont    a life-sized portrait of myself," ansool in a ulant manner.    sig blus, and arted up. "I beg your pardon, Basil, but I didnt know you ;

        "tton, Dorian, an old Oxford friend of mine. I    been telling    a capital sitter you were, and now you ;

        "You    spoiled my pleasure iing you, Mr. Gray," said Lord epping forending ;My aunt en spoken to me about you. You are one of es, and, I am afraid, one of ims also."

        "I am in Lady Agat present," ansence. "I promised to go to a club iuesday, and I really fot all about it. e o    togets, I believe. I dont knoo call."

        "O. Se devoted to you. And I dont t really matters about your not being t it .    Agats doo te enoug;

        "t is very o    very o me," answered Dorian, laughing.

        Lord    ainly rust    once. All te purity. O    ted from the world. No wonder Basil hallward worshipped him.

        "You are too co go in for poo d Lord te-case.

        ter ting    remark,    ated for a moment, and t; to finisure to-day. ould you t ao go a;

        Lord    Dorian Gray. "Am I to gray?" he asked.

        "O, Lord    Basil is in one of    bear    you to tell me w go in for p;

        "I dont kno I sell you t, Mr. Gray. It is so tedious a subject t one alk seriously about it. But I certainly s run a you o stop. You dont really mind, Basil, do you? You en told me t you liked your sitters to o c to."

        ;If Dorian    stay. Dorians    ;

        Lord ook up    and gloves. "You are very pressing, Basil, but I am afraid I must go. I o meet a man at ternoon in Curzon Street. I am nearly al    five oclock. rite to me ;

        "Basil," cried Dorian Gray, "if Lord ton goes, I soo. You never open your lips    is anding on a platform and trying to look pleasant. Ask o stay. I insist upon it."

        "Stay, o oblige Dorian, and to oblige me," said ently at ure. "It is quite true, I alk    must be dreadfully tedious for my unfortuters. I beg you to stay."

        "But    my man at t;

        ter laug;I dont ty about t. Sit doform, and dont move about too mution to ;

        Dorian Gray stepped up on tyr, and made a little moue of distent to Lord o rast. And iful voice. After a fes o ;;

        "tific point of vie;

        ";

        "Because to influence a person is to give    tural ts, or burn ural passions. ues are not real to or of a part t    been ten for . to realize ones nature perfectly--t is en t of all duties, ty t one oo ones self. Of course, table. t tarve, and are naked. Ce    of our race. Per. terror of society,    govern us. A--"

        "Just turn your tle more to t, Dorian, like a good boy," said ter, deep in    a look o t here before.

        "A," tinued Lraceful    ic of    on days, "I believe t if one man o live out ely, o give form to every feeling, expression to every t, reality to every dream--I believe t t    all turn to to somet may be. But t man amongst us is afraid of ilation of ts tragic survival in t mars our lives. e are punis rive tle broods in ts sin, for a is a mode of purification. Not tion of a pleasure, or t. to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul gro o itself,    its monstrous la    t events of take pla t is in t t sins of take place also. You, Mr. Gray, you yourself, e boy s t error, day-dreams and sleeping dreams ain your c;

        "Stop!" faltered Dorian Gray, "stop! you be knoo say. to you, but I ot find it. Dont speak. Let me t me try not to t;

        For nearly ten minutes ood tionless, ed lips and eyes strangely brig entirely fres    to o    Basils friend o , and ouc c ouc t    ing and to curious pulses.

        Music irred . Music roubled imes. But music    articulate. It    a    it created in us. ords! Mere    escape from t le magic to be able to give a plasti to formless to    as t of viol or of lute. Mere hing so real as words?

        Yes; t    uood. ood to    seemed to     kno?

        itle smile, Lord tensely ied.    t    een, a book o t    ting the lad was!

        ed a marvellous bold touc rue refi and perfect delicacy t in art, at any rate es only from strengthe silence.

        "Basil, I am tired of standing," cried Dorian Gray suddenly. "I must go out and sit in tifling ;

        "My dear fello t you never sat better. You ly still. And I    t I ed-- ted lips and t look in t kno ainly made you    nt believe a    ;

        "ainly not been paying me pliments. Per is t I dont believe anytold me."

        "You kno all," said Lord    ;I    to t is    in tudio. Basil, let us o drink, sometra."

        "Certainly,    toucell    you . I    to er on. Dont keep Dorian too long. I ter form for painting to-day. to be my masterpiece. It is my masterpiece as it stands."

        Lord    out to t cool lilas, feveris o    ;You are quite rigo do t," ;Not t as not t;

        tarted and drerils quivered, and some    of    trembling.

        "Yes," tinued Lord ;t is one of t secrets of life-- to cure tion. You kno as you kno to kno;

        Dorian Gray frourned    all, graceful young maed    ely fasating. e, flo for a strao reveal o    tered o o ery. And, yet, o be afraid of?    a sc o be frightened.

        "Let us go and sit in t; said Lord ;Parker    out tay any longer in te spoiled, and Basil    you again. You really must not alloo bee sunburnt. It ;

        "    it matter?" cried Dorian Gray, laug do at the garden.

        "It ster everyto you, Mr. Gray."

        ";

        "Because you    marvellous yout;

        "I do, Lord ;

        "No, you dont feel it nos , you    terribly. No froion. It is of t facts of t, or spring-time, or tion in dark ers of t silver s ot be questioned. It s divine rigy. It makes princes of t. You smile? A it you    smile. . . . People say sometimes t beauty is only superficial. t may be so, but at least it is not so superficial as t is. to me, beauty is t is only s judge by appeararue mystery of t to you. But ake aly, and fully. y , and t triump for you, or o tent yourself riump t ter ts. Every mont o sometime is jealous of you, and    your lilies and your roses. You    squaening to tedious, trying to improve to t, t is in you! Let not upon you. Be al is ury s. You migs visible symbol. ity t do. to you for a season. . . . t I met you I sa you e unscious of    I must tell you somet yourself. I t ragic it ed. For ttle time t your yout--suctle time. t t June as it is noars on tis, and year after year t of its leaves ars. But    back our yout beats in us at ty bees sluggis. e degee into s, ed by too muce temptations t o yield to. Youtely not yout;

        Dorian Gray listened, open-eyed and    for a moment. t began to scramble all over tellated globe of tiny blossoms. c    straerest in trivial t ry to develop ion for    terrifies us lays suddeo to yield. After a time t creeping into tairumpet of a tyrian volvulus. to quiver, and tly to and fro.

        Suddenly ter appeared at tudio and made staccato signs for to e in. turo eacher and smiled.

        "I am ing," ;Do e in. t is quite perfect, and you    bring your drinks."

        tered doogetterflies fluttered past tree at to sing.

        "Ylad you    me, Mr. Gray," said Lord    him.

        "Yes, I am glad now. I wonder s;

        "Al is a dreadful    makes me s. omen are so fond of using it. trying to make it last for ever. It is a meaningless oo. t ts a little longer."

        As tered tudio, Dorian Gray put ;In t case, let our friends;    epped up on tform and resumed his pose.

        Lord o a large illness, except o look at ance. In ting beams t streamed t danced and    of to brood over everything.

        After about a quarter of an opped painting, looked for a long time at Dorian Gray, and time at ture, biting t;It is quite finis;    last, and stooping doers on t-he vas.

        Lord ure. It ainly a , and a wonderful likeness as well.

        "My dear felloulate you most ; ;It is t portrait of modern times. Mr. Gray, e over and look at yourself."

        tarted, as if awakened from some dream.

        "Is it really finis; epping doform.

        "Quite finis; said ter. "And you    splendidly to-day. I am ao you."

        "t is entirely due to me," broke in Lord ;Isnt it, Mr. Gray?"

        Dorian made no ans passed listlessly in front of ure and turo.     o    time. ood tionless and in    o    not catcy came on ion.    it before. Basil s o o be merely tion of friendseo t tten t influenced ure. tte panegyri youterrible s brevity. t irred    time, and no ty of tion flas o make h.

        As    of it, a sruck te fibre of ure quiver. o amet, and across t of tears.    as if a .

        "Dont you like it?" cried    last, stung a little by t uanding    meant.

        "Of course ," said Lord ; like it? It is one of test t. I o ask for it. I must ."

        "It is not my property, ;

        "y is it?"

        "Dorians, of course," anser.

        ";

        " is!" murmured Dorian Gray ill fixed upon rait. " is! I s ture    icular day of June. . . . If it    ure t o gro--for t--I    give! I !"

        "You ; cried Lord ;It ;

        "I s very strongly, ; said hallward.

        Dorian Gray turned and looked at ;I believe you    better to you t;

        ter stared in amazement. It o speak like t.    e angry. his face was flushed and his cheeks burning.

        "Yes," inued, "I am less to you till I     ure aug. Lord ton is perfectly rig I am growing old, I s;

        urned pale and caug;Dorian! Dorian!" ;dont talk like t. I    jealous of material t;

        "I am jealous of everyty does not die. I am jealous of trait you ed of me.    keep    lose? Every moment t passes takes someto it. O ure could c I am no? It    tears o ore hough he raying.

        "t; said ter bitterly.

        Lord ;It is t is all."

        "It is not."

        "If it is not, ?"

        "You s; tered.

        "I stayed w; was Lord henrys answer.

        " quarrel    friends at once, but bete t piece of .    is it but vas and colour? I    let it e across our t;

        Dorian Gray lifted ear-stained eyes, looked at o ting-table t    beained    among tter of tin tubes and dry brus te-knife, s teel.    at last. o rip up the vas.

        itifled sob to ore t of    to tudio. "Dont, Basil, dont!" ;It ;

        "I am glad you appreciate my    last, Dorian," said ter coldly    you ;

        "Appreciate it? I am in love , Basil. It is part of myself. I feel t."

        "ell, as soon as you are dry, you s    you like ; And ea. "You o suc;

        "I adore simple pleasures," said Lord ;t refuge of t I dont like ses, except on tage.    absurd fello ional animal. It    premature definition ever given. Man is many t    rational. I am glad , after all-- t squabble over ture. You ter let me , Basil. t really    it, and I really do."

        "If you let any one    but me, Basil, I s; cried Dorian Gray; "and I dont alloo call me a silly boy."

        "You knoure is yours, Dorian. I gave it to you before it existed."

        "And you knole silly, Mr. Gray, and t you dont really object to being remi you are extremely young."

        "I sed very strongly t;

        "A;

        t tler entered ea-tray a doable. ttle of cups and saucers and ted Geian urn. t over and poured out tea. tered languidly to table and examined he covers.

        "Let us go to tre to-nig; said Lord ;to be someto di es, but it is only o say t I am ill, or t I am prevented from ing in sequence of a subsequent e. I t    would ;

        "It is sug on ones dress-uttered ;And, w;

        "Yes," ansume of teentury is detestable. It is so sombre, so depressing. Sin is t left in modern life."

        "You really must not say t before Dorian, ;

        "Before ea for us, or ture?"

        "Before eit;

        "I so e to tre ; said the lad.

        "too, Basil,    you?"

        "I t, really. I . I    of o do."

        "ell, t;

        "I s a;

        ter bit o ture. "I say ; he said, sadly.

        "Is it t; cried trait, strolling across to ;Am I really like t?"

        "Yes; you are just like t."

        ";

        "At least you are like it in appearance. But it er," sig;t is somet;

        " a fuss people make about fidelity!" exclaimed Lord ; is purely a question for p o do    to be fait; old men    to be fait: t is all one    say."

        "Dont go to tre to-nig; said ;Stop and dine ;

        "I t, Basil."

        ";

        "Because I ton to go ;

        " like you tter for keeping your promises.    to go."

        Dorian Gray laughed and shook his head.

        "I e you."

        tated, and looked over at Lord cea-table h an amused smile.

        "I must go, Basil," he answered.

        "Very ; said    over and laid do;It is rate, and, as you o dress, you ter lose no time. Good-bye, o-morro;

        "Certainly."

        "You    fet?"

        "No, of course not," cried Dorian.

        "And ... ;

        "Yes, Basil?"

        "Remember w I asked you, w;

        "I ten it."

        "I trust you."

        "I    myself," said Lord ;e, Mr. Gray, my side, and I    drop you at your o    iing afternoon."

        As ter flung o his face.
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