You went to the opera while Sibyl Vane was lying dead in some sordid lodging? You talk to me of other women being charming, and of Patti singing divinely, before the girl you loved has even the quiet of a grave to sleep in? Why, man, there are horrors in store for that little white body of hers!"
"Stop, Basil! I wont hear it!" cried Dorian, leaping to his feet. "You must not tell me about things. What is done is done. What is past is past."
"You call yesterday the past?"
"What has the actual lapse of time got to do with it? It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of aion. A man who is master of himself end a sorrow as easily as he i a pleasure. I dont want to be at the mery emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to domihem."
"Dorian, this is horrible! Something has ged you pletely. You look exactly the same wonderful boy who, day after day, used to e down to my studio to sit for his picture. But you were simple, natural, and affeate then. You were the most unspoiled creature in the whole world. Now, I dont know what has e over you. You talk as if you had , no pity in you. It is all Harrys influence. I see that."
The lad flushed up and, going to the window, looked out for a few moments on the green, flickering, sun-lashed garden. &quot;I owe a great deal to Harry, Basil,&quot; he said at last, &quot;more than I owe to you. You only t<var>9９lib?</var>aught me to be vain.&quot;
&quot;Well, I am punished for that, Dorian--or shall be some day.&quot;
&quot;I dont know what you mean, Basil,&quot; he exclaimed, turning round. &quot;I dont know what you want. What do you want?&quot;
&quot;I want the Dorian Gray I used to