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"
I
like
it
better
.
Come
and
have
something
to
drink
.
I
must
have
something
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
anything
,
"
murmured
the
young
man
.
"
Never
mind
.
"
Adrian
Singleton
rose
up
wearily
,
and
followed
Dorian
to
the
bar
.
A
half-caste
,
in
a
ragged
turban
and
a
shabby
ulster
,
grinned
a
hideous
greeting
as
he
thrust
a
bottle
of
brandy
and
two
tumblers
in
front
of
them
.
The
women
sidled
up
,
and
began
to
chatter
.
Dorian
turned
his
back
on
them
,
and
said
something
in
a
low
voice
to
Adrian
Singleton
.
A
crooked
smile
,
like
a
Malay
crease
,
writhed
across
the
face
of
one
of
the
women
.
"
We
are
very
proud
to-night
,
"
she
sneered
.
"
For
God
's
sake
do
n't
talk
to
me
,
"
cried
Dorian
,
stamping
his
foot
on
the
ground
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
Money
?
Here
it
is
.
Do
n't
ever
talk
to
me
again
.
"
Two
red
sparks
flashed
for
a
moment
in
the
woman
's
sodden
eyes
,
then
flickered
out
,
and
left
them
dull
and
glazed
.
She
tossed
her
head
,
and
raked
the
coins
off
the
counter
with
greedy
fingers
.
Her
companion
watched
her
enviously
.
"
It
's
no
use
,
"
sighed
Adrian
Singleton
.
"
I
do
n't
care
to
go
back
.
What
does
it
matter
?
I
am
quite
happy
here
.
"
"
You
will
write
to
me
if
you
want
anything
,
wo
n't
you
?
"
said
Dorian
,
after
a
pause
.
