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〃remembered　what；　harry？〃

〃where　i　heard　the　name　of　dorian　gray。〃

〃where　was　it？〃　asked　hallward；　with　a　slight　frown。

〃dont　look　so　angry；　basil。　it　was　at　my　aunt；　lady　agathas。　she　told　me　she　had　discovered　a　wonderful　young　man　who　was　going　to　help　her　in　the　east　end；　and　that　his　name　was　dorian　gray。　i　am　bound　to　state　that　she　never　told　me　he　was　good…looking。　women　have　no　appreciation　of　good　looks；　at　least；　good　women　have　not。　she　said　that　he　was　very　earnest　and　had　a　beautiful　nature。　i　at　once　pictured　to　myself　a　creature　with　spectacles　and　lank　hair；　horribly　freckled；　and　tramping　about　on　huge　feet。　i　wish　i　had　known　it　was　your　friend。〃

〃i　am　very　glad　you　didnt；　harry。〃

〃why？〃

〃i　dont　want　you　to　meet　him。〃

〃you　dont　want　me　to　meet　him？〃

〃no。〃

〃mr。　dorian　gray　is　in　the　studio；　sir；〃　said　the　butler；　ing　into　the　garden。

〃you　must　introduce　me　now；〃　cried　lord　henry；　laughing。

the　painter　turned　to　his　servant；　who　stood　blinking　in　the　sunlight。　〃ask　mr。　gray　to　wait；　parker：　i　shall　be　in　in　a　few　moments。〃　the　man　bowed　and　went　up　the　walk。

then　he　looked　at　lord　henry。　〃dorian　gray　is　my　dearest　friend；〃　he　said。　〃he　has　a　simple　and　a　beautiful　nature。　your　aunt　was　quite　right　in　what　she　said　of　him。　dont　spoil　him。　dont　try　to　influence　him。　your　influence　would　be　bad。　the　world　is　wide；　and　has　many　marvellous　people　in　it。　dont　take　away　from　me　the　one　person　who　gives　to　my　art　whatever　charm　it　possesses：　my　life　as　an　artist　depends　on　him。　mind；　harry；　i　trust　you。〃　he　spoke　very　slowly；　and　the　words　seemed　wrung　out　of　him　almost　against　his　will。

〃what　nonsense　you　talk！〃　said　lord　henry；　smiling；　and　taking　hallward　by　the　arm；　he　almost　led　him　into　the　house。

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Chapter　2

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as　they　entered　they　saw　dorian　gray。　he　was　seated　at　the　piano；　with　his　back　to　them；　turning　over　the　pages　of　a　volume　of　schumanns　〃forest　scenes。〃　〃you　must　lend　me　these；　basil；〃　he　cried。　〃i　want　to　learn　them。　they　are　perfectly　charming。〃

〃that　entirely　depends　on　how　you　sit　to…day；　dorian。〃

〃oh；　i　am　tired　of　sitting；　and　i　dont　want　a　life…sized　portrait　of　myself；〃　answered　the　lad；　swinging　round　on　the　music…stool　in　a　wilful；　petulant　manner。　when　he　caught　sight　of　lord　henry；　a　faint　blush　coloured　his　cheeks　for　a　moment；　and　he　started　up。　〃i　beg　your　pardon；　basil；　but　i　didnt　know　you　had　any　one　with　you。〃

〃this　is　lord　henry　wotton；　dorian；　an　old　oxford　friend　of　mine。　i　have　just　been　telling　him　what　a　capital　sitter　you　were；　and　now　you　have　spoiled　everything。〃

〃you　have　not　spoiled　my　pleasure　in　meeting　you；　mr。　gray；〃　said　lord　henry；　stepping　forward　and　extending　his　hand。　〃my　aunt　has　often　spoken　to　me　about　you。　you　are　one　of　her　favourites；　and；　i　am　afraid；　one　of　her　victims　also。〃

〃i　am　in　lady　agathas　black　books　at　present；〃　answered　dorian　with　a　funny　look　of　penitence。　〃i　promised　to　go　to　a　club　in　whitechapel　with　her　last　tuesday；　and　i　really　forgot　all　about　it。　we　were　to　have　played　a　duet　togetherthree　duets；　i　believe。　i　dont　know　what　she　will　say　to　me。　i　am　far　too　frightened　to　call。〃

〃oh；　i　will　make　your　peace　with　my　aunt。　she　is　quite　devoted　to　you。　and　i　dont　think　it　really　matters　about　your　not　being　there。　the　audience　probably　thought　it　was　a　duet。　when　aunt　agatha　sits　down　to　the　piano；　she　makes　quite　enough　noise　for　two　people。〃

〃that　is　very　horrid　to　her；　and　not　very　nice　to　me；〃　answered　dorian；　laughing。

lord　henry　looked　at　him。　yes；　he　was　certainly　wonderfully　handsome；　with　his　finely　curved　scarlet　lips；　his　frank　blue　eyes；　his　crisp　gold　hair。　there　was　something　in　his　face　that　made　one　trust　him　at　once。　all　the　candour　of　youth　was　there；　as　well　as　all　youths　passionate　purity。　one　felt　that　he　had　kept　himself　unspotted　from　the　world。　no　wonder　basil　hallward　worshipped　him。

〃you　are　too　charming　to　go　in　for　philanthropy；　mr。　grayfar　too　charming。〃　and　lord　henry　flung　himself　down　on　the　divan　and　opened　his　cigarette…case。

the　painter　had　been　busy　mixing　his　colours　and　getting　his　brushes　ready。　he　was　looking　worried；　and　when　he　heard　lord　henrys　last　remark；　he　glanced　at　him；　hesitated　for　a　moment；　and　then　said；　〃harry；　i　want　to　finish　this　picture　to…day。　would　you　think　it　awfully　rude　of　me　if　i　asked　you　to　go　away？〃

lord　henry　smiled　and　looked　at　dorian　gray。　〃am　i　to　go；　mr。　gray？〃　he　asked。

〃oh；　please　dont；　lord　henry。　i　see　that　basil　is　in　one　of　his　sulky　moods；　and　i　cant　bear　him　when　he　sulks。　besides；　i　want　you　to　tell　me　why　i　should　not　go　in　for　philanthropy。〃

〃i　dont　know　that　i　shall　tell　you　that；　mr。　gray。　it　is　so　tedious　a　subject　that　one　would　have　to　talk　seriously　about　it。　but　i　certainly　shall　not　run　away；　now　that　you　have　asked　me　to　stop。　you　dont　really　mind；　basil；　do　you？　you　have　often　told　me　that　you　liked　your　sitters　to　have　some　one　to　chat　to。〃

hallward　bit　his　lip。　〃if　dorian　wishes　it；　of　course　you　must　stay。　dorians　whims　are　laws　to　everybody；　except　himself。〃

lord　henry　took　up　his　hat　and　gloves。　〃you　are　very　pressing；　basil；　but　i　am　afraid　i　must　go。　i　have　promised　to　meet　a　man　at　the　orleans。　good…bye；　mr。　gray。　e　and　see　me　some　afternoon　in　curzon　street。　i　am　nearly　always　at　home　at　five　oclock。　write　to　me　when　you　are　ing。　i　should　be　sorry　to　miss　you。〃

〃basil；〃　cried　dorian　gray；　〃if　lord　henry　wotton　goes；　i　shall　go；　too。　you　never　open　your　lips　while　you　are　painting；　and　it　is　horribly　dull　standing　on　a　platform　and　trying　to　look　pleasant。　ask　him　to　stay。　i　insist　upon　it。〃

〃stay；　harry；　to　oblige　dorian；　and　to　oblige　me；〃　said　hallward；　gazing　intently　at　his　picture。　〃it　is　quite　true；　i　never　talk　when　i　am　working；　and　never　listen　either；　and　it　must　be　dreadfully　tedious　for　my　unfortunate　sitters。　i　beg　you　to　stay。〃

〃but　what　about　my　man　at　the　orleans？〃

the　painter　laughed。　〃i　dont　think　there　will　be　any　difficulty　about　that。　sit　down　again；　harry。　and　now；　dorian；　get　up　on　the　platform；　and　dont　move　about　too　much；　or　pay　any　attention　to　what　lord　henry　says。　he　has　a　very　bad　influence　over　all　his　friends；　with　the　single　exception　of　myself。〃

dorian　gray　stepped　up　on　the　dais　with　the　air　of　a　young　greek　martyr；　and　made　a　little　moue　of　discontent　to　lord　henry；　to　whom　he　had　rather　taken　a　fancy。　he　was　so　unlike　basil。　they　made　a　delightful　contrast。　and　he　had　such　a　beautiful　voice。　after　a　few　moments　he　said　to　him；　〃have　you　really　a　very　bad　influence；　lord　henry？　as　bad　as　basil　says？〃

〃there　is　no　such　thing　as　a　good　influence；　mr。　gray。　all　influence　is　immoralimmoral　from　the　scientific　point　of　view。〃

〃why？〃

〃because　to　influence　a　person　is　to　give　him　ones　own　soul。　he　does　not　think　his　natural　thoughts；　or　burn　with　his　natural　passions。　his　virtues　are　not　real　to　him。　his　sins；　if　there　are　such　things　as　sins；　are　borrowed。　he　bees　an　echo　of　some　one　elses　music；　an　actor　of　a　part　that　has　not　been　written　for　him。　the　aim　of　life　is　self…development。　to　realize　ones　nature　perfectlythat　is　what　each　of　us　is　here　for。　people　are　afraid　of　themselves；　nowadays。　they　have　forgotten　the　highest　of　all　duties；　the　duty　that　one　owes　to　ones　self。　of　course；　they　are　charitable。　they　feed　the　hungry　and　clothe　the　beggar。　but　their　own　souls　starve；　and　are　naked。　courage　has　gone　out　of　our　race。　perhaps　we　never　really　had　it。　the　terror　of　society；　which　is　the　basis　of　morals；　the　terror　of　god；　which　is　the　secret　of　religionthese　are　the　two　things　that　govern　us。　and　yet〃

〃just　turn　your　head　a　little　more　to　the　right；　dorian；　like　a　good　boy；〃　said　the　painter；　deep　in　his　work　and　conscious　only　that　a　look　had　e　into　the　lads　face　that　he　had　never　seen　there　before。

〃and　yet；〃　continued　lord　henry；　in　his　low；　musical　voice；　and　with　that　graceful　wave　of　the　hand　that　was　always　so　characteristic　of　him；　and　that　he　had　even　in　his　eton　days；　〃i　believe　that　if　one　man　were　to　live　out　his　life　fully　and　pletely；　were　to　give　form　to　every　feeling；　expression　to　every　thought；　reality　to　every　dreami　believe　that　the　world　would　gain　such　a　fresh　impulse　of　joy　that　we　would　forget　all　the　maladies　of　mediaevalism；　and　return　to　the　hellenic　ideal　to　something　finer；　richer　than　the　hellenic　ideal；　it　may　be。　but　the　bravest　man　amongst　us　is　afraid　of　himself。　the　mutilation　of　the　savage　has　its　tragic　survival　in　the　self…denial　that　mars　our　lives。　we　are　punished　for　our　refusals。　every　impulse　that　we　strive　to　strangle　broods　in　the　mind　and　poisons　us。　the　body　sins　once；　and　has　done　with　its　sin；　for　action　is　a　mode　of　purification。　nothing　remains　then　but　the　recollection　of　a　pleasure；　or　the　luxury　of　a　regret。　the　only　way　to　get　rid　of　a　temptation　is　to　yield　to　it。　resist　it；　and　your　soul　grows　sick　with　longing　for　the　things　it　has　forbidden　to　itself；　with　desire　for　what　its　monstrous　laws　have　made　monstrous　and　unlawful。　it　has　been　said　that　the　great　events　of　the　world　take　place　in　the　brain。　it　is　in　the　brain；　and　the　brain　only；　that　the　great　sins　of　the　world　tak