train of opic every tunate lately, terious disappearance of an artist. Scotland Yard still insists t ter train on t Basil never arrived in Paris at all. I suppose in about a fortnigold t is an odd t every one San Francisco. It must be a deligy, and possess all ttractions of t ;
quot; do you to Basil?quot; asked Dorian, t and ter so calmly.
quot;I test idea. If Basil co is no business of mine. If to t ever terrifies me. I e it.quot;
quot;; said the younger man wearily.
quot;Because,quot; said Lord rils t trellis of an open vinaigrette box, quot;one can survive everyt t. Deaty are ts in teentury t one cannot explain a us play Co me. tely. Poor Victoria! I ts t s. Pers t. tial part of ones personality.quot;
Dorian said not rose from table, and passing into t room, sat doo t ray across te and black ivory of ter t in, opped, and looking over at Lord ; ever occur to you t Basil ;
Lord ;Basil erbury c clever enougo ing. But a man can paint like Velasquez and yet be as dull as possible. Basil erested me once, and t ion for you and t you motive of .quot;
quot;I ; said Dorian e of sadness in ;But dont people say t ;
quot;O does not seem to me to be at all probable. I kno Basil t of man to o ty. It ;
quot; I ; said tcently after he had spoken.
quot;I you doesnt suit you. All crime is vulgar, just as all vulgarity is crime. It is not in you, Dorian, to commit a murder. I am sorry if I your vanity by saying so, but I assure you it is true. Crime belongs exclusively to t blame t degree. I s crime o t art is to us, simply a metraordinary sensations.quot;
quot;A metions? Do you t a man tell me t.quot;
quot;O too often,quot; cried Lord ;t is one of t important secrets of life. I s murder is alake. One s one cannot talk about after dinner. But let us pass from poor Basil. I , but I cant. I dare say o t tor ing over c t ten years ing ;
Dorian rolled across to stroke t, a la