d vulgar as our os pleasures, and grossly common in its aims.... ype, too, t in Basils studio, or could be faso a marvellous type, at any rate. Grace y of boyy suc for us. t one could not do itan or a toy.  a pity it  sucy ined to fade! . . . And Basil? From a psyc of vieing , t life, suggested so strangely by t all; t spirit t d in dim o  terns of some ot form  all  not Plato, t artist in t, ? as it not Buonarotti -sequence? But in our oury it range. . . . Yes; ry to be to Dorian Gray  kno, to ter . o dominate   ing in th.

    Suddenly opped and glanced up at t s some distance, and, smiling to urned back. ered t sombre ler told  to luncmen  and stick and passed into the dining-room.

    quot;Late as usual, ; cried , s him.

    ed a facile excuse, and aken t seat next to o see o e ure and good temper, mucectural proportions t in outness. Next to , on , Sir t,  cooks, dining ories and t on  readley, an old gentleman of considerable cure,  o say before y. s oldest friends, a perfect saint amongst  so dreadfully do sunately for  intelligent middle-aged mediocrity, as bald as a ministerial statement in t intensely earnest manner o, and from we escape.

    quot;e are talking about poor Dartmoor, Lord ; cried tly to able. quot;Do you ting young person?quot;

    quot;I believe so propose to ;

    quot;; exclaimed Lady Agat;Really, some one serfere.quot;

    quot;I am told, on excellent auty, t ore,quot; said Sir thomas Burdon, looking supercilious.

    quot;M