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I
do
want
to
preach
to
you
.
I
want
you
to
lead
such
a
life
as
will
make
the
world
respect
you
.
I
want
you
to
have
a
clean
name
and
a
fair
record
.
I
want
you
to
get
rid
of
the
dreadful
people
you
associate
with
.
Do
n't
shrug
your
shoulders
like
that
.
Do
n't
be
so
indifferent
.
You
have
a
wonderful
influence
.
Let
it
be
for
good
,
not
for
evil
.
They
say
that
you
corrupt
everyone
with
whom
you
become
intimate
,
and
that
it
is
quite
sufficient
for
you
to
enter
a
house
,
for
shame
of
some
kind
to
follow
after
.
I
do
n't
know
whether
it
is
so
or
not
.
How
should
I
know
?
But
it
is
said
of
you
.
I
am
told
things
that
it
seems
impossible
to
doubt
.
Lord
Gloucester
was
one
of
my
greatest
friends
at
Oxford
.
He
showed
me
a
letter
that
his
wife
had
written
to
him
when
she
was
dying
alone
in
her
villa
at
Mentone
.
Your
name
was
implicated
in
the
most
terrible
confession
I
ever
read
.
I
told
him
that
it
was
absurd
--
that
I
knew
you
thoroughly
,
and
that
you
were
incapable
of
anything
of
the
kind
.
Know
you
?
I
wonder
do
I
know
you
?
Before
I
could
answer
that
,
I
should
have
to
see
your
soul
.
"
"
To
see
my
soul
!
"
muttered
Dorian
Gray
,
starting
up
from
the
sofa
and
turning
almost
white
from
fear
.
"
Yes
,
"
answered
Hallward
,
gravely
,
and
with
deep-toned
sorrow
in
his
voice
--
"
to
see
your
soul
.
But
only
God
can
do
that
.
"
A
bitter
laugh
of
mockery
broke
from
the
lips
of
the
younger
man
.
"
You
shall
see
it
yourself
,
to-night
!
"
he
cried
,
seizing
a
lamp
from
the
table
.
"
Come
:
it
is
your
own
handiwork
.
Why
should
n't
you
look
at
it
?
You
can
tell
the
world
all
about
it
afterwards
,
if
you
choose
.
Nobody
would
believe
you
.
If
they
did
believe
you
,
they
would
like
me
all
the
better
for
it
.
I
know
the
age
better
than
you
do
,
though
you
will
prate
about
it
so
tediously
.
Come
,
I
tell
you
.
You
have
chattered
enough
about
corruption
.
Now
you
shall
look
on
it
face
to
face
.
"
There
was
the
madness
of
pride
in
every
word
he
uttered
.
He
stamped
his
foot
upon
the
ground
in
his
boyish
insolent
manner
.
He
felt
a
terrible
joy
at
the
thought
that
someone
else
was
to
share
his
secret
,
and
that
the
man
who
had
painted
the
portrait
that
was
the
origin
of
all
his
shame
was
to
be
burdened
for
the
rest
of
his
life
with
the
hideous
memory
of
what
he
had
done
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
continued
,
coming
closer
to
him
,
and
looking
steadfastly
into
his
stern
eyes
,
"
I
shall
show
you
my
soul
.
You
shall
see
the
thing
that
you
fancy
only
God
can
see
.
"
Hallward
started
back
.
"
This
is
blasphemy
,
Dorian
!
"
he
cried
.
"
You
must
not
say
things
like
that
.
They
are
horrible
,
and
they
do
n't
mean
anything
.
"
"
You
think
so
?
"
He
laughed
again
.
"
I
know
so
.
As
for
what
I
said
to
you
to-night
,
I
said
it
for
your
good
.
You
know
I
have
been
always
a
staunch
friend
to
you
.
"
"
Do
n't
touch
me
.
Finish
what
you
have
to
say
.
"
