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"
You
do
n't
mean
a
single
word
of
all
that
,
Harry
;
you
know
you
do
n't
.
If
Dorian
Gray
's
life
were
spoiled
,
no
one
would
be
sorrier
than
yourself
.
You
are
much
better
than
you
pretend
to
be
.
"
Lord
Henry
laughed
.
"
The
reason
we
all
like
to
think
so
well
of
others
is
that
we
are
all
afraid
for
ourselves
.
The
basis
of
optimism
is
sheer
terror
.
We
think
that
we
are
generous
because
we
credit
our
neighbour
with
the
possession
of
those
virtues
that
are
likely
to
be
a
benefit
to
us
.
We
praise
the
banker
that
we
may
overdraw
our
account
,
and
find
good
qualities
in
the
highwayman
in
the
hope
that
he
may
spare
our
pockets
.
I
mean
everything
that
I
have
said
.
I
have
the
greatest
contempt
for
optimism
.
As
for
a
spoiled
life
,
no
life
is
spoiled
but
one
whose
growth
is
arrested
.
If
you
want
to
mar
a
nature
,
you
have
merely
to
reform
it
.
As
for
marriage
,
of
course
that
would
be
silly
,
but
there
are
other
and
more
interesting
bonds
between
men
and
women
.
I
will
certainly
encourage
them
.
They
have
the
charm
of
being
fashionable
.
But
here
is
Dorian
himself
.
He
will
tell
you
more
than
I
can
.
"
"
My
dear
Harry
,
my
dear
Basil
,
you
must
both
congratulate
me
!
"
said
the
lad
,
throwing
off
his
evening
cape
with
its
satin-lined
wings
and
shaking
each
of
his
friends
by
the
hand
in
turn
.
"
I
have
never
been
so
happy
.
Of
course
it
is
sudden
;
all
really
delightful
things
are
.
And
yet
it
seems
to
me
to
be
the
one
thing
I
have
been
looking
for
all
my
life
.
"
He
was
flushed
with
excitement
and
pleasure
,
and
looked
extraordinarily
handsome
.
"
I
hope
you
will
always
be
very
happy
,
Dorian
,
"
said
Hallward
,
"
but
I
do
n't
quite
forgive
you
for
not
having
let
me
know
of
your
engagement
.
You
let
Harry
know
.
"
"
And
I
do
n't
forgive
you
for
being
late
for
dinner
,
"
broke
in
Lord
Henry
,
putting
his
hand
on
the
lad
's
shoulder
,
and
smiling
as
he
spoke
.
"
Come
,
let
us
sit
down
and
try
what
the
new
chef
here
is
like
,
and
then
you
will
tell
us
how
it
all
came
about
.
"
"
There
is
really
not
much
to
tell
,
"
cried
Dorian
,
as
they
took
their
seats
at
the
small
round
table
.
"
What
happened
was
simply
this
.
After
I
left
you
yesterday
evening
,
Harry
,
I
dressed
,
had
some
dinner
at
that
little
Italian
restaurant
in
Rupert
Street
you
introduced
me
to
,
and
went
down
at
eight
o'clock
to
the
theatre
.
Sibyl
was
playing
Rosalind
.
Of
course
the
scenery
was
dreadful
,
and
the
Orlando
absurd
.
But
Sibyl
!
You
should
have
seen
her
!
When
she
came
on
in
her
boy
's
clothes
she
was
perfectly
wonderful
.
She
wore
a
moss-coloured
velvet
jerkin
with
cinnamon
sleeves
,
slim
brown
cross-gartered
hose
,
a
dainty
little
green
cap
with
a
hawk
's
feather
caught
in
a
jewel
,
and
a
hooded
cloak
lined
with
dull
red
.
She
had
never
seemed
to
me
more
exquisite
.
She
had
all
the
delicate
grace
of
that
Tanagra
figurine
that
you
have
in
your
studio
,
Basil
.
Her
hair
clustered
round
her
face
like
dark
leaves
round
a
pale
rose
.
As
for
her
acting
--
well
,
you
shall
see
her
to-night
.
She
is
simply
a
born
artist
.
I
sat
in
the
dingy
box
absolutely
enthralled
.
I
forgot
that
I
was
in
London
and
in
the
nineteenth
century
.
I
was
away
with
my
love
in
a
forest
that
no
man
had
ever
seen
.
After
the
performance
was
over
I
went
behind
,
and
spoke
to
her
.
As
we
were
sitting
together
,
suddenly
there
came
into
her
eyes
a
look
that
I
had
never
seen
there
before
.
My
lips
moved
towards
hers
.
We
kissed
each
other
.
I
ca
n't
describe
to
you
what
I
felt
at
that
moment
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
all
my
life
had
been
narrowed
to
one
perfect
point
of
rose-coloured
joy
.
She
trembled
all
over
,
and
shook
like
a
white
narcissus
.
Then
she
flung
herself
on
her
knees
and
kissed
my
hands
.
I
feel
that
I
should
not
tell
you
all
this
,
but
I
ca
n't
help
it
.
Of
course
our
engagement
is
a
dead
secret
.
She
has
not
even
told
her
own
mother
.
I
do
n't
know
what
my
guardians
will
say
.
Lord
Radley
is
sure
to
be
furious
.
I
do
n't
care
.
I
shall
be
of
age
in
less
than
a
year
,
and
then
I
can
do
what
I
like
.
I
have
been
right
,
Basil
,
have
n't
I
,
to
take
my
love
out
of
poetry
,
and
to
find
my
wife
in
Shakespeare
's
plays
?
Lips
that
Shakespeare
taught
to
speak
have
whispered
their
secret
in
my
ear
.
I
have
had
the
arms
of
Rosalind
around
me
,
and
kissed
Juliet
on
the
mouth
.
"
"
Yes
,
Dorian
,
I
suppose
you
were
right
,
"
said
Hallward
,
slowly
.
"
Have
you
seen
her
to-day
?
"
asked
Lord
Henry
.
