t tion is ever really ses. Art is alract tell us of form and colour--t is all. It often seems to me t art conceals tist far more completely t ever reveals  termined to make your portrait tion. It never occurred to me t you  you  be s not be angry  I old you. As I said to o be wors;

    Dorian Gray dreo  ime. Yet  e pity for ter range confession to ed by ty of a friend. Lord  t oo cynical to be really fond of. ould trange idolatry? as t one of t life ore?

    quot;It is extraordinary to me, Dorian,quot; said ;t you srait. Did you really see it?quot;

    quot;I sa,quot; ;somet seemed to me very curious.quot;

    quot;ell, you dont mind my looking at t;

    Dorian s;You must not ask me t, Basil. I could not possibly let you stand in front of t picture.quot;

    quot;You ;

    quot;Never.quot;

    quot;ell, per. And noo you. A kno cost me to tell you all t I old you.quot;

    quot;My dear Basil,quot; said Dorian, quot; you felt t you admired me too muc is not even a compliment.quot;

    quot;It  intended as a compliment. It  I , someto  of me. Per ones ;

    quot;It ing confession.quot;

    quot; did you expect, Dorian? You didnt see anyture, did you? to see?quot;

    quot;No; to see.  you mustnt talk about ;

    quot;You  ; said ter sadly.

    quot;O; cried ter. quot; is incredible and  is improbable. Just t of life I o lead. But still I dont to rouble. I o you, Basil.quot;

    quot;You  to me again?quot;

    quot;Impossible!quo