Not going to show it?" said Harry in surprise. You artists silly people. You want to be famous. You become famous. Then you don't like being famous.
"Think, Basil. It's bad when people talk about you, but it's worse when they don't talk about you! Why won't you show the picture?
I know you will laugh at me, Harry,' answered Basil. "But I can’t show the picture because it shows too much of me. It’s too much like me.
Nonsense,' said Harry. "The picture does not look like you at all. You have black hair and a strong, intelligent face. But you are not beautiful, Basil. The young man in the portrait has blond hair and a pale face. And he is was beautiful.
You don't understand me at all, Harry, said Basil. I don't mean that I look like Dorian Gray.
Dorian Gray? Is that the young man's name?"
Yes, that is his name. I didn't want to tell you."
Basil stopped talking and went out of the door into the garden.
Harry laughed and followed him.
The two young men sat on a long wooden seat under a laurel tree. The summer wind moved through the shiny close leaves.
Harry looked at his watch.