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〃dorians；　of　course；〃　answered　the　painter。

〃he　is　a　very　lucky　fellow。〃

〃how　sad　it　is！〃　murmured　dorian　gray　with　his　eyes　still　fixed　upon　his　own　portrait。　〃how　sad　it　is！　i　shall　grow　old；　and　horrible；　and　dreadful。　but　this　picture　will　remain　always　young。　it　will　never　be　older　than　this　particular　day　of　june。　。　。　。　if　it　were　only　the　other　way！　if　it　were　i　who　was　to　be　always　young；　and　the　picture　that　was　to　grow　old！　for　thatfor　thati　would　give　everything！　yes；　there　is　nothing　in　the　whole　world　i　would　not　give！　i　would　give　my　soul　for　that！〃

〃you　would　hardly　care　for　such　an　arrangement；　basil；〃　cried　lord　henry；　laughing。　〃it　would　be　rather　hard　lines　on　your　work。〃

〃i　should　object　very　strongly；　harry；〃　said　hallward。

dorian　gray　turned　and　looked　at　him。　〃i　believe　you　would；　basil。　you　like　your　art　better　than　your　friends。　i　am　no　more　to　you　than　a　green　bronze　figure。　hardly　as　much；　i　dare　say。〃

the　painter　stared　in　amazement。　it　was　so　unlike　dorian　to　speak　like　that。　what　had　happened？　he　seemed　quite　angry。　his　face　was　flushed　and　his　cheeks　burning。

〃yes；〃　he　continued；　〃i　am　less　to　you　than　your　ivory　hermes　or　your　silver　faun。　you　will　like　them　always。　how　long　will　you　like　me？　till　i　have　my　first　wrinkle；　i　suppose。　i　know；　now；　that　when　one　loses　ones　good　looks；　whatever　they　may　be；　one　loses　everything。　your　picture　has　taught　me　that。　lord　henry　wotton　is　perfectly　right。　youth　is　the　only　thing　worth　having。　when　i　find　that　i　am　growing　old；　i　shall　kill　myself。〃

hallward　turned　pale　and　caught　his　hand。　〃dorian！　dorian！〃　he　cried；　〃dont　talk　like　that。　i　have　never　had　such　a　friend　as　you；　and　i　shall　never　have　such　another。　you　are　not　jealous　of　material　things；　are　you？　you　who　are　finer　than　any　of　them！〃

〃i　am　jealous　of　everything　whose　beauty　does　not　die。　i　am　jealous　of　the　portrait　you　have　painted　of　me。　why　should　it　keep　what　i　must　lose？　every　moment　that　passes　takes　something　from　me　and　gives　something　to　it。　oh；　if　it　were　only　the　other　way！　if　the　picture　could　change；　and　i　could　be　always　what　i　am　now！　why　did　you　paint　it？　it　will　mock　me　some　daymock　me　horribly！〃　the　hot　tears　welled　into　his　eyes；　he　tore　his　hand　away　and；　flinging　himself　on　the　divan；　he　buried　his　face　in　the　cushions；　as　though　he　was　praying。

〃this　is　your　doing；　harry；〃　said　the　painter　bitterly。

lord　henry　shrugged　his　shoulders。　〃it　is　the　real　dorian　gray　that　is　all。〃

〃it　is　not。〃

〃if　it　is　not；　what　have　i　to　do　with　it？〃

〃you　should　have　gone　away　when　i　asked　you；〃　he　muttered。

〃i　stayed　when　you　asked　me；〃　was　lord　henrys　answer。

〃harry；　i　cant　quarrel　with　my　two　best　friends　at　once；　but　between　you　both　you　have　made　me　hate　the　finest　piece　of　work　i　have　ever　done；　and　i　will　destroy　it。　what　is　it　but　canvas　and　colour？　i　will　not　let　it　e　across　our　three　lives　and　mar　them。〃

dorian　gray　lifted　his　golden　head　from　the　pillow；　and　with　pallid　face　and　tear…stained　eyes；　looked　at　him　as　he　walked　over　to　the　deal　painting…table　that　was　set　beneath　the　high　curtained　window。　what　was　he　doing　there？　his　fingers　were　straying　about　among　the　litter　of　tin　tubes　and　dry　brushes；　seeking　for　something。　yes；　it　was　for　the　long　palette…knife；　with　its　thin　blade　of　lithe　steel。　he　had　found　it　at　last。　he　was　going　to　rip　up　the　canvas。

with　a　stifled　sob　the　lad　leaped　from　the　couch；　and；　rushing　over　to　hallward；　tore　the　knife　out　of　his　hand；　and　flung　it　to　the　end　of　the　studio。　〃dont；　basil；　dont！〃　he　cried。　〃it　would　be　murder！〃

〃i　am　glad　you　appreciate　my　work　at　last；　dorian；〃　said　the　painter　coldly　when　he　had　recovered　from　his　surprise。　〃i　never　thought　you　would。〃

〃appreciate　it？　i　am　in　love　with　it；　basil。　it　is　part　of　myself。　i　feel　that。〃

〃well；　as　soon　as　you　are　dry；　you　shall　be　varnished；　and　framed；　and　sent　home。　then　you　can　do　what　you　like　with　yourself。〃　and　he　walked　across　the　room　and　rang　the　bell　for　tea。　〃you　will　have　tea；　of　course；　dorian？　and　so　will　you；　harry？　or　do　you　object　to　such　simple　pleasures？〃

〃i　adore　simple　pleasures；〃　said　lord　henry。　〃they　are　the　last　refuge　of　the　plex。　but　i　dont　like　scenes；　except　on　the　stage。　what　absurd　fellows　you　are；　both　of　you！　i　wonder　who　it　was　defined　man　as　a　rational　animal。　it　was　the　most　premature　definition　ever　given。　man　is　many　things；　but　he　is　not　rational。　i　am　glad　he　is　not；　after　all　though　i　wish　you　chaps　would　not　squabble　over　the　picture。　you　had　much　better　let　me　have　it；　basil。　this　silly　boy　doesnt　really　want　it；　and　i　really　do。〃

〃if　you　let　any　one　have　it　but　me；　basil；　i　shall　never　forgive　you！〃　cried　dorian　gray；　〃and　i　dont　allow　people　to　call　me　a　silly　boy。〃

〃you　know　the　picture　is　yours；　dorian。　i　gave　it　to　you　before　it　existed。〃

〃and　you　know　you　have　been　a　little　silly；　mr。　gray；　and　that　you　dont　really　object　to　being　reminded　that　you　are　extremely　young。〃

〃i　should　have　objected　very　strongly　this　morning；　lord　henry。〃

〃ah！　this　morning！　you　have　lived　since　then。〃

there　came　a　knock　at　the　door；　and　the　butler　entered　with　a　laden　tea…tray　and　set　it　down　upon　a　small　japanese　table。　there　was　a　rattle　of　cups　and　saucers　and　the　hissing　of　a　fluted　georgian　urn。　two　globe…shaped　china　dishes　were　brought　in　by　a　page。　dorian　gray　went　over　and　poured　out　the　tea。　the　two　men　sauntered　languidly　to　the　table　and　examined　what　was　under　the　covers。

〃let　us　go　to　the　theatre　to…night；〃　said　lord　henry。　〃there　is　sure　to　be　something　on；　somewhere。　i　have　promised　to　dine　at　whites；　but　it　is　only　with　an　old　friend；　so　i　can　send　him　a　wire　to　say　that　i　am　ill；　or　that　i　am　prevented　from　ing　in　consequence　of　a　subsequent　engagement。　i　think　that　would　be　a　rather　nice　excuse：　it　would　have　all　the　surprise　of　candour。〃

〃it　is　such　a　bore　putting　on　ones　dress…clothes；〃　muttered　hallward。　〃and；　when　one　has　them　on；　they　are　so　horrid。〃

〃yes；〃　answered　lord　henry　dreamily；　〃the　costume　of　the　nineteenth　century　is　detestable。　it　is　so　sombre；　so　depressing。　sin　is　the　only　real　colour…element　left　in　modern　life。〃

〃you　really　must　not　say　things　like　that　before　dorian；　harry。〃

〃before　which　dorian？　the　one　who　is　pouring　out　tea　for　us；　or　the　one　in　the　picture？〃

〃before　either。〃

〃i　should　like　to　e　to　the　theatre　with　you；　lord　henry；〃　said　the　lad。

〃then　you　shall　e；　and　you　will　e；　too；　basil；　wont　you？〃

〃i　cant；　really。　i　would　sooner　not。　i　have　a　lot　of　work　to　do。〃

〃well；　then；　you　and　i　will　go　alone；　mr。　gray。〃

〃i　should　like　that　awfully。〃

the　painter　bit　his　lip　and　walked　over；　cup　in　hand；　to　the　picture。　〃i　shall　stay　with　the　real　dorian；〃　he　said；　sadly。

〃is　it　the　real　dorian？〃　cried　the　original　of　the　portrait；　strolling　across　to　him。　〃am　i　really　like　that？〃

〃yes；　you　are　just　like　that。〃

〃how　wonderful；　basil！〃

〃at　least　you　are　like　it　in　appearance。　but　it　will　never　alter；〃　sighed　hallward。　〃that　is　something。〃

〃what　a　fuss　people　make　about　fidelity！〃　exclaimed　lord　henry。　〃why；　even　in　love　it　is　purely　a　question　for　physiology。　it　has　nothing　to　do　with　our　own　will。　young　men　want　to　be　faithful；　and　are　not；　old　men　want　to　be　faithless；　and　cannot：　that　is　all　one　can　say。〃

〃dont　go　to　the　theatre　to…night；　dorian；〃　said　hallward。　〃stop　and　dine　with　me。〃

〃i　cant；　basil。〃

〃why？〃

〃because　i　have　promised　lord　henry　wotton　to　go　with　him。〃

〃he　wont　like　you　the　better　for　keeping　your　promises。　he　always　breaks　his　own。　i　beg　you　not　to　go。〃

dorian　gray　laughed　and　shook　his　head。

〃i　entreat　you。〃

the　lad　hesitated；　and　looked　over　at　lord　henry；　who　was　watching　them　from　the　tea…table　with　an　amused　smile。

〃i　must　go；　basil；〃　he　answered。

〃very　well；〃　said　hallward；　and　he　went　over　and　laid　down　his　cup　on　the　tray。　〃it　is　rather　late；　and；　as　you　have　to　dress；　you　had　better　lose　no　time。　good…bye；　harry。　good…bye；　dorian。　e　and　see　me　soon。　e　to…morrow。〃

〃certainly。〃

〃you　wont　forget？〃

〃no；　of　course　not；〃　cried　dorian。

〃and　。。。　harry！〃

〃yes；　basil？〃

〃remember　what　i　asked　you；　when　we　were　in　the　garden　this　morning。〃

〃i　have　forgotten　it。〃

〃i　trust　you。〃

〃i　wish　i　could　trust　myself；〃　said　lord　henry；　laughing。　〃e；　mr。　gray；　my　hansom　is　outside；　and　i　can　drop　you　at　your　own　place。　good…bye；　basil。　it　has　been　a　most　interesting　afternoon。〃

as　the　door　closed　behind　them；　the　painter　flung　himself　down　on　a　sofa；　and　a　look　of　pain　came　into　his　face。　

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Chapter　3

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at　half…past　twelve　next　day　lord　henry　wotton　strolled　from　curzon　street　over　to　the　albany　to　call　on　his　uncle；　lord　fermor；　a　genial　if　somewhat　rough…mannered　old　bachelor；　whom　the　outside　world　called　selfish　because　it　derived　no　particular　benefit　from　him；　but　who　was　considered　generous　by　society　as　he　fed　the　people　who　amused　him。　his　father　had　been　our　ambassador　at　madrid　when　isabella　was　young　and　prim　unthought　of；　but　had　retired　from　the　diplomatic　service　in　a　capricious　moment　of　annoyance　on　not　being　offered　the　embassy　at　paris；　a　post　to　which　he　considered　that　he　was　fully　entitled　by　reason　of　his　birth；　his　indolence；　the　good　english　of　his　dispatches；　and　his　inordinate　passion　for　pleasure。　the　son；　who　had　been　his　fathers　secretary；　had　resigned　along　with　his　chief；　somewhat　foolishly　as　was　thought　at　the　time；　and　on　succeeding　some　months　later　to　the　title；　had　set　himself　to　the　serious　study　of　the　great　aristocratic　art　of　doing　absolutely　nothing。　he　had　two　large　town　houses；　but　preferred　to　live　in　chambers　as　it　was　less　trouble；　and　took　most　of　his　meals　at　his　club。　he　paid　some　attention　to　the　management　of　his　collieries　in　the　midland　counties；　excusing　himself　for　this　taint　of　industry　on　the　ground　that　the　one　advantage　of　having　coal　was　that　it　enabled　a　gentleman　to　afford　the　decency　of　burning　wood　on　his　own　hearth。　in　politics　he　was　a　tory；　except　when　the　tories　were　in　office；　during　which　period　he　roundly　abused　them　for　being　a　pack　of　radicals。　he　was　a　hero　to　his　valet；　who　bullied　him；　and　a　terror　to　mos