'You've changed, Dorian,' said Basil. 'You have the same
wonderful face, but where is the kind and gentle boy who sat
for my portrait? Have you no heart?'
'Yesterday my heart was full of sadness. I have cried for
Sybil, yes, but I cannot cry today. I have changed, Basil. I'm a
man now, with new feelings, new ideas. Don't be angry with
me. I am what I am. There's nothing more to say.'
Basil watched him sadly. 'Well, Dorian,' he said at last, 'I
won't speak of poor Sybil again. But will you come and sit for
another portrait soon?'
'No. Never,' said Dorian quickly. 'It's impossible.'
'But why?' asked Basil, very surprised. 'And why have you
covered the portrait?' He walked across the room towards
the painting.
Dorian cried out in fear, and ran between Basil and the
portrait. 'No, Basil! You must not look at it. I don't want you
to see it.' His face was white and angry. 'If you try to look at
it, I'll never speak to you again.'
The artist stared at him. 'Why can't I look at my own
work?' he asked. 'I'm going to exhibit it in an art gallery in
Paris soon.'
Dorian tried to hide his fear. 'But you said .. . you told me
that you would never exhibit the picture. Why have you
changed your mind?' He came closer to Basil and looked into
his face.'Tell me why,'he said.
Basil turned away. After a while he said slowly, 'I see that
you too have noticed something strange about the picture.
Dorian, you changed my life as an artist from the moment
when I met you. You became very important to me -I could
not stop thinking about you. And when I painted this
'You've changed, Dorian,' said Basil. 'You have the samewonderful face, but where is the kind and gentle boy who satfor my portrait? Have you no heart?''Yesterday my heart was full of sadness. I have cried forSybil, yes, but I cannot cry today. I have changed, Basil. I'm aman now, with new feelings, new ideas. Don't be angry withme. I am what I am. There's nothing more to say.'Basil watched him sadly. 'Well, Dorian,' he said at last, 'Iwon't speak of poor Sybil again. But will you come and sit foranother portrait soon?''No. Never,' said Dorian quickly. 'It's impossible.''But why?' asked Basil, very surprised. 'And why have youcovered the portrait?' He walked across the room towardsthe painting.Dorian cried out in fear, and ran between Basil and theportrait. 'No, Basil! You must not look at it. I don't want youto see it.' His face was white and angry. 'If you try to look atit, I'll never speak to you again.'The artist stared at him. 'Why can't I look at my ownwork?' he asked. 'I'm going to exhibit it in an art gallery inParis soon.'Dorian tried to hide his fear. 'But you said .. . you told methat you would never exhibit the picture. Why have youchanged your mind?' He came closer to Basil and looked intohis face.'Tell me why,'he said.Basil turned away. After a while he said slowly, 'I see thatyou too have noticed something strange about the picture.Dorian, you changed my life as an artist from the momentwhen I met you. You became very important to me -I couldnot stop thinking about you. And when I painted this
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