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Dorian
sighed
,
and
lit
a
cigarette
.
"
Half
an
hour
!
"
he
murmured
.
"
It
is
not
much
to
ask
of
you
,
Dorian
,
and
it
is
entirely
for
your
own
sake
that
I
am
speaking
.
I
think
it
right
that
you
should
know
that
the
most
dreadful
things
are
being
said
against
you
in
London
.
"
"
I
do
n't
wish
to
know
anything
about
them
.
I
love
scandals
about
other
people
,
but
scandals
about
myself
do
n't
interest
me
.
They
have
not
got
the
charm
of
novelty
.
"
"
They
must
interest
you
,
Dorian
.
Every
gentleman
is
interested
in
his
good
name
.
You
do
n't
want
people
to
talk
of
you
as
something
vile
and
degraded
.
Of
course
you
have
your
position
,
and
your
wealth
,
and
all
that
kind
of
thing
.
But
position
and
wealth
are
not
everything
.
Mind
you
,
I
do
n't
believe
these
rumours
at
all
.
At
least
,
I
ca
n't
believe
them
when
I
see
you
.
Sin
is
a
thing
that
writes
itself
across
a
man
's
face
.
It
can
not
be
concealed
.
People
talk
sometimes
of
secret
vices
.
There
are
no
such
things
.
If
a
wretched
man
has
a
vice
,
it
shows
itself
in
the
lines
of
his
mouth
,
the
droop
of
his
eyelids
,
the
moulding
of
his
hands
even
.
Somebody
--
I
wo
n't
mention
his
name
,
but
you
know
him
--
came
to
me
last
year
to
have
his
portrait
done
.
I
had
never
seen
him
before
,
and
had
never
heard
anything
about
him
at
the
time
,
though
I
have
heard
a
good
deal
since
.
He
offered
an
extravagant
price
.
I
refused
him
.
There
was
something
in
the
shape
of
his
fingers
that
I
hated
.
I
know
now
that
I
was
quite
right
in
what
I
fancied
about
him
.
His
life
is
dreadful
.
But
you
,
Dorian
,
with
your
pure
,
bright
,
innocent
face
,
and
your
marvellous
untroubled
youth
--
I
ca
n't
believe
anything
against
you
.
And
yet
I
see
you
very
seldom
,
and
you
never
come
down
to
the
studio
now
,
and
when
I
am
away
from
you
,
and
I
hear
all
these
hideous
things
that
people
are
whispering
about
you
,
I
do
n't
know
what
to
say
.
Why
is
it
,
Dorian
,
that
a
man
like
the
Duke
of
Berwick
leaves
the
room
of
a
club
when
you
enter
it
?
Why
is
it
that
so
many
gentlemen
in
London
will
neither
go
to
your
house
nor
invite
you
to
theirs
?
You
used
to
be
a
friend
of
Lord
Staveley
.
I
met
him
at
dinner
last
week
.
Your
name
happened
to
come
up
in
conversation
,
in
connection
with
the
miniatures
you
have
lent
to
the
exhibition
at
the
Dudley
.
Staveley
curled
his
lip
,
and
said
that
you
might
have
the
most
artistic
tastes
,
but
that
you
were
a
man
whom
no
pure-minded
girl
should
be
allowed
to
know
,
and
whom
no
chaste
woman
should
sit
in
the
same
room
with
.
I
reminded
him
that
I
was
a
friend
of
yours
,
and
asked
him
what
he
meant
.
He
told
me
.
He
told
me
right
out
before
everybody
.
It
was
horrible
!
Why
is
your
friendship
so
fatal
to
young
men
?
There
was
that
wretched
boy
in
the
Guards
who
committed
suicide
.
You
were
his
great
friend
.
There
was
Sir
Henry
Ashton
,
who
had
to
leave
England
,
with
a
tarnished
name
.
You
and
he
were
inseparable
.
What
about
Adrian
Singleton
,
and
his
dreadful
end
?
What
about
Lord
Kent
's
only
son
,
and
his
career
?
I
met
his
father
yesterday
in
St.
James
's
Street
.
He
seemed
broken
with
shame
and
sorrow
.
What
about
the
young
Duke
of
Perth
?
What
sort
of
life
has
he
got
now
?
What
gentleman
would
associate
with
him
?
"
"
Stop
,
Basil
.
You
are
talking
about
things
of
which
you
know
nothing
,
"
said
Dorian
Gray
,
biting
his
lip
,
and
with
a
note
of
infinite
contempt
in
his
voice
.
"
You
ask
me
why
Berwick
leaves
a
room
when
I
enter
it
.
It
is
because
I
know
everything
about
his
life
,
not
because
he
knows
anything
about
mine
.
With
such
blood
as
he
has
in
his
veins
,
how
could
his
record
be
clean
?
You
ask
me
about
Henry
Ashton
and
young
Perth
.
Did
I
teach
the
one
his
vices
,
and
the
other
his
debauchery
?
If
Kent
's
silly
son
takes
his
wife
from
the
streets
what
is
that
to
me
?
If
Adrian
Singleton
writes
his
friend
's
name
across
a
bill
,
am
I
his
keeper
?
I
know
how
people
chatter
in
England
.
The
middle
classes
air
their
moral
prejudices
over
their
gross
dinner-tables
,
and
whisper
about
what
they
call
the
profligacies
of
their
betters
in
order
to
try
and
pretend
that
they
are
in
smart
society
,
and
on
intimate
terms
with
the
people
they
slander
.
In
this
country
it
is
enough
for
a
man
to
have
distinction
and
brains
for
every
common
tongue
to
wag
against
him
.
And
what
sort
of
lives
do
these
people
,
who
pose
as
being
moral
,
lead
themselves
?
My
dear
fellow
,
you
forget
that
we
are
in
the
native
land
of
the
hypocrite
.
"
"
Dorian
,
"
cried
Hallward
,
"
that
is
not
the
question
.
England
is
bad
enough
,
I
know
,
and
English
society
is
all
wrong
.
That
is
the
reason
why
I
want
you
to
be
fine
.
You
have
not
been
fine
.
One
has
a
right
to
judge
of
a
man
by
the
effect
he
has
over
his
friends
.
Yours
seem
to
lose
all
sense
of
honour
,
of
goodness
,
of
purity
.
You
have
filled
them
with
a
madness
for
pleasure
.
They
have
gone
down
into
the
depths
.
You
led
them
there
.
Yes
:
you
led
them
there
,
and
yet
you
can
smile
,
as
you
are
smiling
now
.
And
there
is
worse
behind
.
I
know
you
and
Harry
are
inseparable
.
Surely
for
that
reason
,
if
for
none
other
,
you
should
not
have
made
his
sister
's
name
a
by-word
.
"
"
Take
care
,
Basil
.
You
go
too
far
.
"
"
I
must
speak
,
and
you
must
listen
.
You
shall
listen
.
When
you
met
Lady
Gwendolen
,
not
a
breath
of
scandal
had
ever
touched
her
.
Is
there
a
single
decent
woman
in
London
now
who
would
drive
with
her
in
the
Park
?
Why
,
even
her
children
are
not
allowed
to
live
with
her
.
Then
there
are
other
stories
--
stories
that
you
have
been
seen
creeping
at
dawn
out
of
dreadful
houses
and
slinking
in
disguise
into
the
foulest
dens
in
London
.
Are
they
true
?
Can
they
be
true
?
When
I
first
heard
them
,
I
laughed
.
I
hear
them
now
,
and
they
make
me
shudder
.
What
about
your
country
house
,
and
the
life
that
is
led
there
?
Dorian
,
you
do
n't
know
what
is
said
about
you
.
I
wo
n't
tell
you
that
I
do
n't
want
to
preach
to
you
.
I
remember
Harry
saying
once
that
every
man
who
turned
himself
into
an
amateur
curate
for
the
moment
always
began
by
saying
that
,
and
then
proceeded
to
break
his
word
.
