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Something
seemed
to
tell
me
that
I
was
on
the
verge
of
a
terrible
crisis
in
my
life
.
I
had
a
strange
feeling
that
Fate
had
in
store
for
me
exquisite
joys
and
exquisite
sorrows
.
I
grew
afraid
,
and
turned
to
quit
the
room
.
It
was
not
conscience
that
made
me
do
so
;
it
was
a
sort
of
cowardice
.
I
take
no
credit
to
myself
for
trying
to
escape
.
"
"
Conscience
and
cowardice
are
really
the
same
things
,
Basil
.
Conscience
is
the
trade-name
of
the
firm
.
That
is
all
.
"
"
I
do
n't
believe
that
,
Harry
,
and
I
do
n't
believe
you
do
either
.
However
,
whatever
was
my
motive
--
and
it
may
have
been
pride
,
for
I
used
to
be
very
proud
--
I
certainly
struggled
to
the
door
.
There
,
of
course
,
I
stumbled
against
Lady
Brandon
.
'
'
You
are
not
going
to
run
away
so
soon
,
Mr.
Hallward
?
'
she
screamed
out
.
You
know
her
curiously
shrill
voice
?
"
"
Yes
;
she
is
a
peacock
in
everything
but
beauty
,
"
said
Lord
Henry
,
pulling
the
daisy
to
bits
with
his
long
,
nervous
fingers
.
"
I
could
not
get
rid
of
her
.
She
brought
me
up
to
Royalties
,
and
people
with
Stars
and
Garters
,
and
elderly
ladles
with
gigantic
tiaras
and
parrot
noses
.
She
spoke
of
me
as
her
dearest
friend
.
I
had
only
met
her
once
before
,
but
she
took
it
into
her
head
to
lionise
me
.
I
believe
some
picture
of
mine
had
made
a
great
success
at
the
time
,
at
least
had
been
chattered
about
in
the
penny
newspapers
,
which
is
the
nineteenth-century
standard
of
immortality
.
Suddenly
I
found
myself
face
to
face
with
the
young
man
whose
personality
had
so
strangely
stirred
me
.
We
were
quite
close
,
almost
touching
.
Our
eyes
met
again
.
It
was
reckless
of
me
,
but
I
asked
Lady
Brandon
to
introduce
me
to
him
.
Perhaps
it
was
not
so
reckless
,
after
all
.
It
was
simply
inevitable
.
We
would
have
spoken
to
each
other
without
any
introduction
.
I
am
sure
of
that
.
Dorian
told
me
so
afterwards
.
He
,
too
,
felt
that
we
were
destined
to
know
each
other
.
"
"
And
how
did
Lady
Brandon
describe
this
wonderful
young
man
?
"
asked
his
companion
.
"
I
know
she
goes
in
for
giving
a
rapid
précis
of
all
her
guests
.
I
remember
her
bringing
me
up
to
a
truculent
and
red-faced
old
gentleman
covered
all
over
with
orders
and
ribbons
,
and
hissing
into
my
ear
,
in
a
tragic
whisper
which
must
have
been
perfectly
audible
to
everybody
in
the
room
,
the
most
astounding
details
.
I
simply
fled
.
I
like
to
find
out
people
for
myself
.
But
Lady
Brandon
treats
her
guests
exactly
as
an
auctioneer
treats
his
goods
.
She
either
explains
them
entirely
away
,
or
tells
one
everything
about
them
except
what
one
wants
to
know
.
"
"
Poor
Lady
Brandon
!
You
are
hard
on
her
,
Harry
!
"
said
Hallward
,
listlessly
.
"
My
dear
fellow
,
she
tried
to
found
a
salon
,
and
only
succeeded
in
opening
a
restaurant
.
How
could
I
admire
her
?
But
tell
me
,
what
did
she
say
about
Mr.
Dorian
Gray
?
"
"
Oh
,
something
like
,
'
'
Charming
boy
--
poor
dear
mother
and
I
absolutely
inseparable
.
Quite
forget
what
he
does
--
afraid
he
--
does
n't
do
anything
--
oh
,
yes
,
plays
the
piano
--
or
is
it
the
violin
,
dear
Mr.
Gray
?
'
Neither
of
us
could
help
laughing
,
and
we
became
friends
at
once
.
"
