The Picture of Dorian Gray eBook

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“What nonsense you talk!” said Lord Henry, smiling, and, taking Hallward by the arm, he almost led him into the house.

CHAPTER II

[...12] As they entered they saw Dorian Gray.  He was seated at the piano, with his back to them, turning over the pages of a volume of Schumann’s “Forest Scenes.”  “You must lend me these, Basil,” he cried.  “I want to learn them.  They are perfectly charming.”

“That entirely depends on how you sit to-day, Dorian.”

“Oh, I am tired of sitting, and I don’t want a life-sized portrait of myself,” answered the lad, swinging round on the music-stool, in a wilful, petulant manner.  When he caught sight of Lord Henry, a faint blush colored his cheeks for a moment, and he started up.  “I beg your pardon, Basil, but I didn’t know you had any one with you.”

“This is Lord Henry Wotton, Dorian, an old Oxford friend of mine.  I have just been telling him what a capital sitter you were, and now you have spoiled everything.”

“You have not spoiled my pleasure in meeting you, Mr. Gray,” said Lord Henry, stepping forward and shaking him by the hand.  “My aunt has often spoken to me about you.  You are one of her favorites, and, I am afraid, one of her victims also.”

“I am in Lady Agatha’s black books at present,” answered Dorian, with a funny look of penitence.  “I promised to go to her club in Whitechapel with her last Tuesday, and I really forgot all about it.  We were to have played a duet together,—­three duets, I believe.  I don’t know what she will say to me.  I am far too frightened to call.”

“Oh, I will make your peace with my aunt.  She is quite devoted to you.  And I don’t think it really matters about your not being there.  The audience probably thought it was a duet.  When Aunt Agatha sits down to the piano she makes quite enough noise for two people.”

“That is very horrid to her, and not very nice to me,” answered Dorian, laughing.

Lord Henry looked at him.  Yes, he was certainly wonderfully handsome, with his finely-curved scarlet lips, his frank blue eyes, his crisp gold hair.  There was something in his face that made one trust him at once.  All the candor of youth was there, as well as all youth’s passionate purity.  One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from the world.  No wonder Basil Hallward worshipped him.  He was made to be worshipped.

“You are too charming to go in for philanthropy, Mr. Gray,—­far too charming.”  And Lord Henry flung himself down on the divan, and opened his cigarette-case.

Hallward had been busy mixing his colors and getting his brushes ready.  He was looking worried, and when he heard Lord Henry’s last [13] remark he glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Harry, I want to finish this picture to-day.  Would you think it awfully rude of me if I asked you to go away?”

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