tired of myself to-nigo be somebody else.quot;
quot;It is about yourself,quot; ans say it to you. I s;
Dorian sig a cigarette. quot;; he murmured.
quot;It is not muco ask of you, Dorian, and it is entirely for your o I am speaking. I t rig you s t dreadful t you in London.quot;
quot;I dont t ot scandals about myself dont interest me. t got ty.quot;
quot;t interest you, Dorian. Every gentleman is interested in people to talk of you as sometion, and your kind of t position and everyt believe t all. At least, I cant believe t es itself across a mans face. It cannot be concealed. People talk sometimes of secret vices. tc sself in t mention you kno year to rait done. I time, travagant price. I refused I ed. I kno I e rig I fancied about you, Dorian, , innocent face, and your marvellous untroubled yout believe anyt you. And yet I see you very seldom, and you never come doo tudio no knoo say. , Dorian, t a man like ter it? t so many gentlemen in London o your e you to to be a friend of Lord Staveley. I met dinner last ion, in connection ures you to tion at taveley curled you mig artistic tastes, but t you I o young men? t cted suicide. You on, arnis about Adrian Singleton and about Lord Kents only son and erday in St. Jamess Street. about t sort of life noleman e ;
quot;Stop, Basil. You are talking about t; said Dorian Gray, biting e of infinite contempt in ;You ask me . It is because I kno because mine. it on and young Perteacs silly son takes reets, to me? If Adrian Singleton es ter in England. tables, and ters in order to try and pretend t t society and on intimate terms ry, it is enougo inction and brains for every common tongue to sort of lives do t t ive land of te.quot;
quot;Dorian,quot; cried ;t is not tion. England is bad enougy is all is t you to be fine. You been fine. One to judge of a man by t o lose all sense of y. You o t you can smile, as you are smiling no reason, if for none ot e