quarrel  friends at once, but bete t piece of .  is it but canvas and colour? I  let it come across our t;

    Dorian Gray lifted ear-stained eyes, looked at o ting-table t  beneatained  among tter of tin tubes and dry brus te-knife, s teel.  at last. o rip up the canvas.

    itifled sob to ore t of  to tudio. quot;Dont, Basil, dont!quot; ;It ;

    quot;I am glad you appreciate my  last, Dorian,quot; said ter coldly  you ;

    quot;Appreciate it? I am in love , Basil. It is part of myself. I feel t.quot;

    quot;ell, as soon as you are dry, you s  you like ; And ea. quot;You o suc;

    quot;I adore simple pleasures,quot; said Lord ;t refuge of t I dont like scenes, except on tage.  absurd fello ional animal. It  premature definition ever given. Man is many t  rational. I am glad , after all-- t squabble over ture. You ter let me , Basil. t really  it, and I really do.quot;

    quot;If you let any one  but me, Basil, I s; cried Dorian Gray; quot;and I dont alloo call me a silly boy.quot;

    quot;You knoure is yours, Dorian. I gave it to you before it existed.quot;

    quot;And you knole silly, Mr. Gray, and t you dont really object to being reminded t you are extremely young.quot;

    quot;I sed very strongly t;

    quot;A;

    t tler entered ea-tray and set it doable. ttle of cups and saucers and ted Georgian urn. t over and poured out tea. tered languidly to table and examined he covers.

    quot;Let us go to tre to-nig; said Lord ;t