t was the ninth of November, the evening before his
thirty-eighth birthday. Dorian Gray was walking home
from Lord Henry's house when he saw Basil Hallward.
He felt strangely afraid and tried to pretend that he had not
seen him, but Basil hurried after him.
'Dorian!' he called. 'What extraordinary luck! I'm catching
the midnight train to Paris and I wanted to see you before
I left. I'll be away from England for six months.' He put
his hand on Dorian's arm. 'Look, we're near your house.
May I come in for a moment? I have something to say to
you.'
'Of course. But won't you miss your train?' asked Dorian
lazily, as he walked up the steps to his door.
'I have plenty of time. It's only eleven o'clock.'
They went in and sat down by the fire.
'Now, my dear Dorian, I want to speak to you seriously,'
Basil began. 'I must tell you that people in London are saying
the most terrible things about you.'
Dorian lit a cigarette and looked bored. 'I don't want to
know anything about it. It doesn't interest me.'
'But it must interest you, Dorian,' said Basil. 'Every
gentleman is interested in his good name. Of course, when I
look at you, I know that these stories can't be true. A man's
t was the ninth of November, the evening before histhirty-eighth birthday. Dorian Gray was walking homefrom Lord Henry's house when he saw Basil Hallward.He felt strangely afraid and tried to pretend that he had notseen him, but Basil hurried after him.'Dorian!' he called. 'What extraordinary luck! I'm catchingthe midnight train to Paris and I wanted to see you beforeI left. I'll be away from England for six months.' He puthis hand on Dorian's arm. 'Look, we're near your house.May I come in for a moment? I have something to say toyou.''Of course. But won't you miss your train?' asked Dorianlazily, as he walked up the steps to his door.'I have plenty of time. It's only eleven o'clock.'They went in and sat down by the fire.'Now, my dear Dorian, I want to speak to you seriously,'Basil began. 'I must tell you that people in London are sayingthe most terrible things about you.'Dorian lit a cigarette and looked bored. 'I don't want toknow anything about it. It doesn't interest me.''But it must interest you, Dorian,' said Basil. 'Everygentleman is interested in his good name. Of course, when Ilook at you, I know that these stories can't be true. A man's
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