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"
No
:
I
am
going
to
be
out
of
England
for
six
months
.
I
intend
to
take
a
studio
in
Paris
,
and
shut
myself
up
till
I
have
finished
a
great
picture
I
have
in
my
head
.
However
,
it
was
n't
about
myself
I
wanted
to
talk
.
Here
we
are
at
your
door
.
Let
me
come
in
for
a
moment
.
I
have
something
to
say
to
you
.
"
"
I
shall
be
charmed
.
But
wo
n't
you
miss
your
train
?
"
said
Dorian
Gray
,
languidly
,
as
he
passed
up
the
steps
and
opened
the
door
with
his
latch-key
.
The
lamp-light
struggled
out
through
the
fog
,
and
Hallward
looked
at
his
watch
.
"
I
have
heaps
of
time
,
"
he
answered
.
"
The
train
does
n't
go
till
twelve-fifteen
,
and
it
is
only
just
eleven
.
In
fact
,
I
was
on
my
way
to
the
club
to
look
for
you
,
when
I
met
you
.
You
see
,
I
sha
n't
have
any
delay
about
luggage
,
as
I
have
sent
on
my
heavy
things
.
All
I
have
with
me
is
in
this
bag
,
and
I
can
easily
get
to
Victoria
in
twenty
minutes
.
"
Dorian
looked
at
him
and
smiled
.
"
What
a
way
for
a
fashionable
painter
to
travel
!
A
Gladstone
bag
,
and
an
ulster
!
Come
in
,
or
the
fog
will
get
into
the
house
.
And
mind
you
do
n't
talk
about
anything
serious
.
Nothing
is
serious
nowadays
.
At
least
nothing
should
be
.
"
Hallward
shook
his
head
as
he
entered
,
and
followed
Dorian
into
the
library
.
There
was
a
bright
wood
fire
blazing
in
the
large
open
hearth
.
The
lamps
were
lit
,
and
an
open
Dutch
silver
spirit-case
stood
,
with
some
siphons
of
soda-water
and
large
cut-glass
tumblers
,
on
a
little
marqueterie
table
.
"
You
see
your
servant
made
me
quite
at
home
,
Dorian
.
He
gave
me
everything
I
wanted
,
including
your
best
gold-tipped
cigarettes
.
He
is
a
most
hospitable
creature
.
I
like
him
much
better
than
the
Frenchman
you
used
to
have
.
What
has
become
of
the
Frenchman
,
by
the
bye
?
"
Dorian
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
I
believe
he
married
Lady
Radley
's
maid
,
and
has
established
her
in
Paris
as
an
English
dressmaker
.
Anglomanie
is
very
fashionable
over
there
now
,
I
hear
.
It
seems
silly
of
the
French
,
does
n't
it
?
But
--
do
you
know
?
--
he
was
not
at
all
a
bad
servant
.
I
never
liked
him
,
but
I
had
nothing
to
complain
about
.
One
often
imagines
things
that
are
quite
absurd
.
He
was
really
very
devoted
to
me
,
and
seemed
quite
sorry
when
he
went
away
.
Have
another
brandy-and-soda
?
Or
would
you
like
hock-and-seltzer
?
I
always
take
hock-and-seltzer
myself
.
There
is
sure
to
be
some
in
the
next
room
.
"
"
Thanks
,
I
wo
n't
have
anything
more
,
"
said
the
painter
,
taking
his
cap
and
coat
off
,
and
throwing
them
on
the
bag
that
he
had
placed
in
the
corner
.
"
And
now
,
my
dear
fellow
,
I
want
to
speak
to
you
seriously
.
Do
n't
frown
like
that
.
You
make
it
so
much
more
difficult
for
me
.
"
"
What
is
it
all
about
?
"
cried
Dorian
,
in
his
petulant
way
,
flinging
himself
down
on
the
sofa
.
"
I
hope
it
is
not
about
myself
.
I
am
tired
of
myself
to-night
.
I
should
like
to
be
somebody
else
.
"
"
It
is
about
yourself
,
"
answered
Hallward
,
in
his
grave
,
deep
voice
,
"
and
I
must
say
it
to
you
.
I
shall
only
keep
you
half
an
hour
.
"
