ence.

    quot;Basil, I am tired of standing,quot; cried Dorian Gray suddenly. quot;I must go out and sit in tifling ;

    quot;My dear fello t you never sat better. You ly still. And I  t I ed-- ted lips and t look in t kno ainly made you  nt believe a  ;

    quot;ainly not been paying me compliments. Per is t I dont believe anytold me.quot;

    quot;You kno all,quot; said Lord  ;I  to t is  in tudio. Basil, let us o drink, sometra.quot;

    quot;Certainly,  toucell  you . I  to er on. Dont keep Dorian too long. I ter form for painting to-day. to be my masterpiece. It is my masterpiece as it stands.quot;

    Lord  out to t cool lilac-blossoms, feveris o  ;You are quite rigo do t,quot; ;Not t as not t;

    tarted and drerils quivered, and some  of  trembling.

    quot;Yes,quot; continued Lord ;t is one of t secrets of life-- to cure tion. You kno as you kno to kno;

    Dorian Gray frourned  all, graceful young man erested  ely fascinating. e, flo for a stranger to reveal o  tered o o ery. And, yet, o be afraid of?  a sc o be frightened.

    quot;Let us go and sit in t; said Lord ;Parker  out tay any longer in te spoiled, and Basil  you again. You really must not alloo become sunburnt. It ;

    quot; can it matter?quot; cried Dorian Gray, laug do at the garden.

    quot;It ster everyto you, Mr. Gray.quot;

    quot;;

    quot;Because you  marvellous yout;

    quot;I dont feel t, Lord ;

    quot;No, you dont feel it nos , you  terr