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chapter one the room was filled with the

smell of roses sitting on a sofa smoking

a cigarette was Lord Henry Wotton

through the open door came the distant

sounds of the London streets in the

center of the room stood a portrait of

an extraordinarily beautiful young man

sitting a little distance in front of it

was the artist himself basil Hallward as

the painter looked at the portrait he

smiled it is your best work basil the

best thing you have ever done said Lord

Henry slowly you really must send it

next year to the Grosvenor the Grosvenor

is really the only place to exhibit her

painting like that I don't think I shall

send it anywhere the painter answered

moving his head in that odd way that

used to make his friends laugh at him at

Oxford University no I won't send it

anywhere Lord Henry looked at him in

surprise through the thin blue smoke of

his cigarette not send it anywhere My

dear man why not

what odd people you painters are I know

you will laugh at me

basil replied but I really can't exhibit

it I have put too much of myself into it

Lord Henry's stretched himself out on

the sofa and laughed to who much of

yourself in it basil this man is truly

beautiful he does not look like you you

don't understand me Harry answered the

artist of course I am NOT like him I

would be sorry to look like him it is

better not to be different from other


the stupid and ugly have the best of

this world Dorian Gray Dorian Gray is

that his name asked Lord Henry

across the room towards basil Hallward

yes that is his name I wasn't going to

tell you but why not oh I can't explain

when I like people enormous Lee I never

tell their names to anyone I suppose you

think that's very foolish not at all

answered Lord Henry not at all my dear

basil you forget that I am married so my

life is full of secrets I never know

where my wife is and my wife never knows

what I am doing when we meet we tell

each other lies with the most serious

faces I hate the way you talk about your

married life Harry said basil Hallward

walking towards the doors that led into

the garden I believe you are really a

very good husband but that you are

ashamed of it you never say a good thing

and you never do a wrong thing Lord

Henry laughed and the two men went out

into the garden together after a pause

Lord Henry pulled out his watch I am

afraid I have to go basil he said in a

quiet voice but before I go I want you

to explain to me why you won't exhibit

Dorian Gray's picture I want the real

reason I told you the real reason no you

did not you said that it was because

there was too much of yourself in it

now that is childish Harry said basil

Hallward looking him straight in the

face every portrait that is painted with

feeling is a portrait of the artist not

the sitter

I will not exhibit this picture because

I am afraid that I have shown in it the

secret of my own soul Lord Henry laughed

and what is that he asked

oh there is really very little to tell

Harry answered the painter and I don't

think you will understand perhaps you

won't believe it

Lord Henry smiled and picked a flower

from the grass I am quite sure I'll

understand it he replied staring at the

flower and I can believe anything the

story is simply this said the painter

two months ago I went to a party at lady

Brandon's after I had been in the room

for about ten minutes

I suddenly realized that someone was

looking at me I turned around and saw

Dorian Gray for the first time when our

eyes met I felt the blood leaving my

face I knew that this boy would become

my whole soul my whole art itself what

did you do we were quite close almost

touching our eyes met again

I asked lady Brandon to introduce me to

him what did lady Brandon say about mr.

Dorian Gray Oh something like charming

boy I don't know what he does I think he

doesn't do anything oh yes he plays the

piano or is it the violin dear mr. gray

Dori and I both laughed and we became

friends at once laughter is not at all a

bad beginning for a friendship said the

young lord picking another flower and it

is the best ending for one hall would

shook his head you don't understand what

friendship is Harry everyone is the same

to you that's not true

cried Lord Henry pushing his hat back

and looking at the summer sky I choose

my friends for their beauty and my

enemies for their intelligence a man

cannot be too careful in choosing his

enemies of course I hate my relations

and I hate poor people because they are


stupid and drunk I don't agree with a

word you have said and I feel sure that

you don't agree either Lord Henry

touched his pointed brown beard with his

finger and the toe of his boot with his

stick how English you are basil an

Englishman is only interested in whether

he agrees with an idea not whether it is

right or wrong but tell me more about

mr. Dorian Gray how often do you see him

every day I couldn't be happy if I

didn't see him every day

how extraordinary I thought you only

cared about your art he is all my art to

me now said the painter I know that the

work I have done since I met Dorian Gray

is the best work of my life in some

strange way his personality has shown me

a new kind of art he seems like a little

boy though he is really more than twenty

and when he is with me I see the world

differently basil this is extraordinary

I must see Dorian Gray whole wood got up

from his seat and walked up and down the

garden after some time he came back


he said Dorian Gray is the reason for my

art you might see nothing in him

I see everything in him then why won't

you exhibit his portrait asked Lord

Henry an artist should paint beautiful

things but he should put nothing of his

own life into them someday I will show

the world what that beauty is for that

reason the world will never see my

portrait of Dorian Gray I think you are

wrong basil but I won't argue with you

Tony is Dorian Gray very fond of you

the painter thought for a few moments

he likes me he answered after a pause I

know he likes me

of course I flatter him too much and

tell him things that I should not he is

usually very charming to me and we spend

thousands of wonderful hours together

but sometimes he can be horribly

thoughtless and seems to enjoy causing

me pain then I feel Harry that I have

given my whole soul to someone who uses

it like a flower to put in his coat on a

summer's day summer days are long basil

said Lord Henry in a quiet voice perhaps

you will get bored before he will

intelligence lives longer than beauty

one day you will look at your friend and

you won't like his color or something

and then you will begin to think that he

has behaved badly towards you Harry

don't talk like that as long as I live

Dorian Gray will be everything to me you

can't feel what I feel you change too

often my dear basil that is exactly why

I can feel it Lord Henry took a

cigarette from his pretty silver box and

lit it then he turned to Hallward and

said I have just remembered remembered

what Harry where I heard the name of

Dorian Gray where was it asked Hallward

with a frown don't look so angry basil

it was at my aunt's lady Agatha's she

told me that she had discovered this

wonderful young man he was going to help

her work with the poor people in the

East End of London and his name was

Dorian Gray of course I didn't know it

was your friend I am very glad you

didn't Harry why I don't want you to

meet him

a servant

came into the garden mr. Dorian Gray is

waiting in the house sir

he said Hugh must introduce me now cried

Lord Henry laughing the painter turned

to his servant asked mr. gray to wait

Parker I will come in in a few moments

then he looked at Lord Henry Dorian Gray

is my dearest friend he said he is a

beautiful person don't spoil him

don't try and influence him your

influence would be bad don't take away

from me the one person who makes me a

true artist what silly things you say

said Lord Henry smiling he took Hallward

by the arm and almost led him into the

house chapter 2 as they entered they saw

Dorian Gray he was sitting at the piano

with his back to them and he was turning

the pages of some music by Schumann you

must lend me these basil he cried I want

to learn them they are perfectly


perhaps if you sit well for me today

Dorian oh I am bored with sitting and I

don't want a portrait of myself answered

the boy turning quickly when he saw Lord

Henry his face went red for a moment

I am sorry basil I didn't know that you

had anyone with you this is Lord Henry

Wotton Dorian he's an old friend of mine

we went to Oxford together I have just

been telling him what a good city you

were and now you have spoiled everything

you have not spoiled my pleasure in

meeting you mr. gray said Lord Henry

stepping forward and offering his hand

my arms has often spoken to me about you

I am

lady agatha is annoyed with me at the

moment i promised to go to a club in

Whitechapel with her last tuesday and i

forgot all about it

I don't know what she will say to me

Lord Henry looked at him yes

he was certainly wonderfully handsome

with his curved red lips honest blue

eyes and gold hair oh don't worry about

my aunt you are one of her favorite

people and you are too charming to waste

time working for poor people

Lord Henry sat down on the sofa and

opened his cigarette box the painter was

busy mixing colors and getting his

brushes ready suddenly he looked at Lord

Henry and said Harry I want to finish

this picture today would you think it

very rude of me if I asked you to go

away Lord Henry smiled and looked at

Dorian Gray shall I go mr. gray he asked

oh please don't Lord Henry I see that

basil is in one of his difficult moods

and I hate it when he is difficult and I

want you to tell me why I should not

help the poor people that would be very

boring mr. gray but I certainly will not

run away if you do not want me to is

that all right basil you have often told

me that you liked your sitters to have

someone to talk to or would bit his lip

if that is what Dorian wants Dorian

always gets what he wants

Lord Henry picked up his hat and gloves

no I am afraid I must go goodbye mr.

grey come and see me one afternoon in

Curzon Street I am nearly always at home

at five o'clock basil cried Dorian Gray

if Lord Henry Wotton goes I will go too

you never open your lips while you were

painting and it is horribly boring just

standing here ask him to stay

all right please stay Harry for Dorian

and for me said Hallward staring at his

picture it is true that I never talk

when I am working and never listen

either it must be very boring for my

sitters sit down again Harry and Dorian

don't move about too much or listen to

what Lord Henry says he has a very bad

influence over all his friends Dorian

Gray stood while Hallward finished his

portrait he liked what he had seen of

Lord Henry he was so different to basil

and he had such a beautiful voice after

a few moments he said to him have you

really a very bad influence Lord Henry

as bad as basil says influence is always

bad by because to influence someone is

to give them your soul each person must

have his own personality turn your head

a little more to the right

Dorian said the painter he was not

listening to the conversation and only

knew that there was a new look on the

boy's face and yet continued Lord Henry

in his low musical voice I believe that

if one man lived his life fully and

completely he could change the world he

would be a work of art greater than

anything we have ever imagined but the

bravest man among us is afraid of

himself you mr. grey are very young but

you have had passions that have made you

afraid dreams stop cried Dorian Gray I

don't understand what you're saying I

need to think for nearly ten minutes he

stood there with his lips open and his

eyes strangely bright the words that

Basil's friend had spoken had touched

his soul yes there had been things in

his boyhood that he had not understood

he understood them now with his smile

Lord Henry watched him he knew the exact

moment when to say nothing he was

surprised at the sudden effect of his

words on the boy how fascinating the boy

was all wood continued painting and did

not notice that the others were silent

basil I am tired cried Dorian Gray

suddenly I must go and sit in the garden

there is no air in here My dear boy I am

sorry when I'm painting my work is all I

can think about but you never sat better

I don't know what Harry has been saying

to you but there is a wonderful bright

look in your eyes I suppose he has been

flattering you you shouldn't believe a

word he says he has certainly not been

flattering me perhaps that is why I

don't believe anything he has told me

you know you believe it all said Lord

Henry looking at him with his dreamy

eyes I will go out to the garden with

you it's horribly hot in this room

don't keep Dorian too long said the

painter this is going to be my best

painting Lord Henry went out to the

garden and found Dorian Gray holding a

flower to his face he came close to him

and put his hand on his shoulder Dorian

Gray frowned and turned away he liked

the tall young man who was standing by

him his dark romantic face interested

him there was something in his low

musical voice that was fascinating but

he felt a little afraid why was this

stranger having a strong influence on

him like this he had known basil

Hallward for months but the friendship

between them had not changed him

suddenly someone had come into his life

and turned it upside down someone who

seemed to have the key to the

tree of life itself and yet what was

there to be afraid of he was not a

school boy or a girl

it was silly to be afraid let us go and

sit out of the Sun I don't want you to

be burnt by the Sun what does that

matter cried Dorian Gray laughing as he

sat down on the seat at the end of the

garden it should matter very much to you

mr. gray why because you are young and

to be young is the best thing in the

world I don't feel that Lord Henry no

you don't feel it now some day when you

are old and ugly

you will feel it terribly now wherever

you go you charm the world will it

always be so you have a wonderfully

beautiful face mr. gray

I don't think don't frown it is true the

gods have been good to you but what the

gods give they quickly take away you

have only a few years in which to really

live perfectly and fully live your life


while you are still young suddenly the

painter appeared at the door and waved

at them to come in they turned to each

other and smiled

I am waiting you cried please come in

the light is perfect they got up and

walked towards the house together you

are glad you have met me mr. gray said

Lord Henry looking at him yes I am glad

now I wonder whether I will always be

glad always that is a terrible word

women are so fond of using it twenty

minutes later

Allwood stopped painting he stood back

and looked at the portrait for a few

moments then he bent down and signed his

name in red paint on the bottom left


it is finished he cried what Henry came

over and examined the picture it was

certainly a wonderful work of art my

dear man he said it is the best portrait

of our time mr. gray come over and look

at yourself

Dorian walked across to look at the

painting when he saw it his cheeks went

red with pleasure

he felt that he recognized his own

beauty for the first time but then he

remembered what Lord Henry had said his

beauty would only be there for a few

years one day he would be old and ugly

don't you like it cried Hallward not

understanding why the boy was silent of

course he likes it said Lord Henry it is

one of the greatest paintings in modern

art I will pay anything you ask for it I

must have it it is not mine to sell

Harry whose is it

Dorian's of course answered the painter

he is very lucky how sad it is said

Dorian Gray who was still staring at his

own portrait I will grow old and

horrible but this painting will always

stay young

it will never be older than this day in

June if I really hit with the other way

what do you mean asked for wood if I

could say young and the picture grow old

for that for that I would give

everything yes there is nothing in the

whole world I would not give I would

give my soul for that I don't think you

would like that basil cried Lord Henry

laughing I certainly would not Harry

said Hallward Dorian Gray turned and

looked at him you like your art better

than your friends the painters

and in surprise why was Dorian speaking

like that what had happened his face was

red and he seemed quite angry you will

always like this painting but how long

will you like me until I start getting

old Lord Henry Wotton is perfectly right

when I lose my beauty I will lose

everything I shall kill myself before I

get old Hallward turned white and caught

his hand Dorian Dorian he cried don't

talk like that I have never had a friend

like you and I will never have another

how can you be jealous of a painting you

are more beautiful than any work of art

I am jealous of everything whose beauty

does not die I am jealous of the

portrait you have painted of me why

should it keep what I must lose hot

tears came into his eyes as he threw

himself on the sofa you did this Harry

said the painter angrily Lord Henry

shook his head

it is the real Dorian Gray that is all

Harry I can't argue with two of my best

friends at once between you both you

have made me hate the best piece of work

I have ever done I will destroy it

Dorian Gray watched as Hallward walked

over to the painting table and picked up

a knife the boy jumped from the sofa

tore the knife from hallward's hand and

threw it across the room tomes basil he

cried don't murder it I am glad that you

liked my work at last Dorian said the

painter coldly I never thought you would

like it I am in love with it basil it is

part of myself I feel that what silly

people you are both of you said Lord

Henry let's forget

the painting for one night and go to the

theater I would like to come to the

theater with you Lord Henry and you will

come to won't you basil

I can't said Hallward I have too much

work to do

well you and I will go together mr. grey

the painter bit his lip and walked over

to the picture I will stay with the real

Dorian he said sadly chapter three one

afternoon a month later Dorian Gray was

sitting in the little library of Lord

Henry's house in Mayfair Lord Henry had

not yet come in he was always late

Dorian Gray was bored and once or twice

he thought of going away at last he

heard a step outside and the door opened

how late you are Harry he said I am

afraid it is not Harry mr. gray it is

only his wife he looked around quickly

and got to his feet I am sorry I thought

I know you quite well by your

photographs I think my husband has got

seventeen of them seventeen Lady Henry

well eighteen then and I saw you with

him the other night at the theatre but

here is Harry Lord Henry smiled at them

both so sorry I am late

Dorian I am afraid I must go sit Lady

Harry goodbye mr. grey goodbye Harry you

are eating out I suppose I am too

perhaps I will see you later

perhaps my dear said Lord Harry shutting

the door behind her then he lit a

cigarette and threw himself down on the

sofa never marry a woman with fair hair

Dorian he said I Harry because they are


but I like romantic people never marry

at all Dorian I don't think I will marry

Harry I am too much in love who were you

in love with asked Lord Henry after a

pause with an actress said Dorian Gray

how ordinary you would not say that if

you saw her Harry who is she

her name is Sibyl vane I have never

heard of her no one has people will were

Sunday though she is an artist My dear

boy no woman is an artist women never

have anything to say that they say it

charmingly how long have you known now

about three weeks and where did you meet

her I will tell you Harry

but you must not laugh after all it was

you who gave me a passion to know

everything about life four days after I

met you I searched the streets for

beauty I walked around the East End

until I found a dirty little theater I

see you are laughing it is horrible of

you I am NOT laughing Dorian go on with

your story

the play was Romeo and Juliet at first I

was annoyed at the thought of seeing

Shakespeare in such a terrible place and

when a fat old gentleman came out as

Romeo I nearly walked out but then I saw

Juliet Harry she was the loveliest thing

I had ever seen in my life when did you

meet her I went back the next night and

the night after that on the third

evening I waited for her outside the

theatre what was she like Sibyl oh she

was shy and gentle she is only 17 and

there was something of a child in her

she said to me

you look like a prince I must call you

Prince Charming his Sibyl knows how to

flatter you you don't understand her

Harry she thinks that I am like a person

in Shakespeare she knows nothing of life

Sibyl is the only thing I care about

that is the reason I suppose that you

never have dinner with me now I thought

it might be something romantic yeah

hurry we eat together every day said

Dorian you always come very late well I

have to see Sibyl play he cried can you

have dinner with me tonight Dorian he

shook his head tonight she is a failure

he answered and tomorrow night she will

be Juliette

when is she's Sybil vane never that's

good how horrible you are but when you

see her you will think differently I

want you in Basel to come and watch her

tomorrow night you are certain to

recognize that she is wonderful alright

tomorrow evening will you see Basel

before then or shall I write to him dear

basil I haven't seen him for a week it

is rather horrible of me as he sent me

my portrait a few days ago I loved

looking at it

perhaps you should write to him I don't

want to see him alone he says things

that annoy me he gives me good advice

Lord Henry smiled people are very fond

of giving away advice they need

themselves Oh basil is a good man but I

don't think he really understands about

art and beauty since I have no new Harry

I have discovered that basil my dear boy

puts everything that is charming in him

into his work I must go now

Harry I Juliet is waiting for me don't

forget about tomorrow good bye as Dorian

left the room Lord Henry began to think

about what he had just learned certainly

few people had ever interested him so

much as Dorian Gray yet the mad worship

of this actress did not make him annoyed

or jealous he was pleased by it it made

the boy more interesting to study later

that night when he arrived home from


Lord Henry saw a telegram on the table

near the door he opened it and read the

Dorian Gray was going to marry Sibyl

vane chapter 4 I suppose

have heard the news basil said Lord

Henry the following evening they were in

the dining room of the Bristol Hotel no

Harry answered the artist giving his hat

and coat to the waiter what is it

Dorian Gray is going to be married said

Lord Henry watching him as he spoke

Allwood frowned dorian going to be

married he cried impossible it is

perfectly true to whom to some little


but it would be absurd for him to marry

someone like that if you want to make

him marry this girl tell him that basil

he is sure to do it then whenever a man

does a completely stupid thing it is

always for a good reason

I hope this girl is good Harry oh she is

better than good

she is beautiful said Lord Henry Dorian

says that she is beautiful and he is not

often wrong about these things your

portrait has helped him understand

beauty in others we are to see her

tonight if that boy doesn't forget but

how can Torian marry an actress Harry it

is absurd right the painter walking up

and down the room biting his lip Dorian

Gray falls in love with a beautiful

actress who plays Juliet he asks her to

marry him why not I hope that Dorian

Gray marries this girl and worships her

for six months then he can suddenly

become fascinated by another one you

don't mean a word of that Harry I know

you don't really want Dorian Gray's life

to be spoiled you are much better than

you pretend to be Lord Henry laughed the

reason we all like to think so well of

others is because we are afraid for

ourselves but here is Dorian himself he

will tell you more than I can I dear

Harry my

dear basil you must both congratulate me

said the boy throwing off his coat and

shaking each of his friends hands I have

never been so happy of course it is

sudden all the best things are and yet

it seems to me to be the one thing I

have been looking for all my life I hope

you will always be very happy Dorian

said hallward but why did you not tell

me you told Harry there really is not

much to tell

cried Dorian last night I went to see

her again after when we were sitting

together they came into her eyes a

wonderful look it was something I had

never seen there before we kissed each

other I can't describe to you what I

felt at that moment have you seen her

today asked Lord Henry Dorian Gray shook

his head I have left her in

Shakespeare's forest I will find her in

his garden at what exact point did you

use the word mary dorian and how did she

answer perhaps you forgot all about it

My dear Harry it was not a business

meeting I told her I loved her the whole

world is nothing to me compared to her

but my dear Dorian Hall would put his

hand on Lord Henry's arm don't Harry you

have annoyed Dorian he's not like other

men he would never harm anyone Lord

Henry looked across the table Dorian is

never annoyed with me he answered Dorian

Gray laughed when I am with Sibyl vane I

don't believe in anything you have

taught me I forget all your fascinating

terrible ideas and those are asked Lord

Henry helping himself to some salad

Oh your ideas about life your ideas

about love your ideas about pleasure all

your ideas

Harri pleasure is the only thing worth

having ideas about the answered in his

slow musical voice when we are happy we

are always good but when we are good we

are not always happy I know what

pleasure is cried Dorian Gray it is to

worship someone that is certainly better

than when someone worships you Harry you

are terrible I don't know why I like you

so much let us go down to the theater

when you see Sibyl you will change your

ideas they got up and put on their coats

the painter was silent and thoughtful he

felt very sad Dorian Gray would never

again be to him all that he had been in

the past life had come between them when

he arrived at the theatre it seemed to

Hallward that he had grown years older

chapter 5 the theatre was crowded that

night it was terribly hot and there were

young people shouting to each other from

across seats women were laughing loudly

and their voices sounded horrible people

were eating oranges and drinking from

bottles what a place to find the perfect

girl in said Lord Henry yes answered

Dorian Gray it was here I found her when

you see her as Juliet you will forget

everything these ugly people become

quite different when she appears I

understand what you mean Dorian said the

painter and I believe in this girl

anyone you love must be wonderful thanks

basil answered Dorian Gray I knew that

you would understand me

in a few minutes you will see the girl

who I am going to give my life to the

girl who I have given everything that


me then Sybil appeared the crowd shouted

and called her name yes she was

certainly lovely to look at

Lord Henry thought basil Hallward jumped

to his feet excitedly Dorian Gray sat

staring at her like he was in a dream

charming charming cried Lord Henry a

quarter of an hour later

Lord Henry whispered to Hallward she is

one of the loveliest girls I have ever

seen but she is a terrible actress

Dorian Gray's face turned white as he

watched her speak she was so different

tonight now she was not Juliet but a

very bad actress who did not understand

Shakespeare's words even the crowd

became bored and began to talk loudly

the only person who did not seem to

notice was the actress herself

Lord Henry got up from his chair and put

on his coat

she is beautiful Dorian he said but she

can't act let's go I am going to stay

until the end answered the boy in a cold

voice I am awfully sorry that I have

made you waste an evening Harry I

apologize to you both I dear Dorian

perhaps miss vane is ill said Hallward

we will come some other night come to

the club with basil and myself we will

smoke cigarettes and drink to the beauty

of Sibyl vane she is beautiful

what more do you want go away Harry

cried the boy I want to be alone can't

you see my heart is breaking what tears

came to his eyes as Lord Henry and Hall

would left the theater when it was over

Dorian Gray rushed to see Sibyl vane the

girl was standing there alone with a

look of extraordinary happiness on her

face how badly I acted tonight Dorian

she cried horribly

he answered staring at her it was


Are you ill why did you make me suffer

like that the girl smiled Dorian don't

you understand I understand what you

asked angrily why I was so bad tonight

why I will always be bad why I will

never act well again you are ill I

suppose when you are ill you shouldn't

act my friends were bored I was bored

Dorian Dorian she cried before I knew


acting was the one important thing in my

life it was only in the theater that I

lived I thought that it is all true

tonight for the first time in my life I

saw that I was playing at love our love

for each other is the only true love

take me away with you Dorian I don't

want to be an actress anymore he threw

himself down on the sofa and turned away

his face you have killed my love he said

quietly then he jumped up and went to

the door my god how mad I was to love

you what a fool I have been

you are nothing to me now I will never

see you again

I will never think of you I will never

speak to you again

the girl went white you are not serious

Dorian you are acting she whispered

putting her hand on his arm he pushed

her back don't touch me he cried when he

turned and left the room

after walking the streets of London all

night he arrived home just after sunrise

as he passed through the library

he saw the portrait that basil Hallward

had painted off him he stared at it in

surprise and walked on into his bedroom

he took his coat off and stood next to

his bed a few moments later he returned

to the picture and looked at it closely

in the poor light the face seemed to

have changed a little

now the mouth looked cruel

it was certainly strange he walked to

the window and opened the curtains the

light changed the room but the face

stayed the same

in fact the sunlight made the mouth look

even crueler going back to his bedroom

he found a small mirror that had been a

present from Lord Henry he looked at his

real face and saw no sign of cruelty

what did it mean he threw himself into a

chair and began to think suddenly he

remembered what he had said in basil

hallward's house the day the picture had

been finished yes he remembered it

perfectly he had asked that the painting

grow old so that he himself could remain

young but such things were impossible it

was terrible even to think about them

and yet there was the picture in front

of him there was the cruelty in the


cruelty had he been cruel no

think about Sybil vane she was nothing

to him now but the picture what was he

to say of that it held the secret of his

life and told his story it had taught

him to love his own beauty would it

teach him to hate his own soul would he

ever look at it again he would save

himself he would not see Lord Henry

again he would go back to Sibyl vane

marry her and try to love her again she

had suffered more than he had poor child

he had been selfish and cruel to her

they would be happy together his life

with her would be beautiful and pure he

got up from his chair and covered the

portrait how horrible he said to himself

and he walked across to the window and

opened it when he stepped out onto the

grass he took a deep breath he thought

only of Sibyl the birds that were

singing in the garden seemed to be

telling the flowers about her chapter 6

it was nearly one o'clock the next

afternoon when he woke up his servant

brought him a cup of tea and some

letters one of them was from Lord Henry

and had been brought by hand that

morning he put it to one side he went

into the library for breakfast feeling

perfectly happy then he saw the open

window and a covered portrait was it all

true or had it just

been a dream but he remembered that

cruel mouth so clearly Dorian Gray sent

his servant away and locked all the

doors then he pulled the cover off the

painting and saw himself face to face it

was true the portrait had changed for

hours he did not know what to do or

think finally he went over to the table

and wrote a passionate letter to the

girl he had loved he asked her to

forgive him for the terrible things he

had said to her suddenly he heard a

knock on the door and he heard Lord

Henry's voice outside My dear boy I must

see you let me in at once he made no

answer but remained quite still the

knocking continued and grew louder yes

it was better to let Lord Henry in he

would explain to him the new life he was

going to lead he jumped up covered the

picture and opened the door I am sorry

about it all Dorian said Lord Henry as

he entered but you must not think too

much about it do you mean about Sibyl

vane asked the boy yes of course

answered Lord Henry sitting down and

slowly pulling off his yellow gloves it

is terrible but you are not to blame

tell me did you go behind and see her

after it was over yes I felt sure that

you had did you have an argument I was

cruel Harry terribly cruel but it is all

right now I am not sorry for anything

that has happened it has taught me to

know myself better Oh

Dorian I am so glad that you see it that


I want to be good Harry I don't want my

soul to be ugly I am going to marry

Sibyl vane marries

Sibyl vane cried Lord Henry standing up

and staring at him in surprise but my

dear Dorian yes Harry

I know what you are going to say

something horrible about getting married

don't say it Sibyl will be my wife

your wife Dorian didn't you get my

letter I wrote to you this morning your

letter oh yes I remember I have not read

it yet Harry you know nothing yet then

what do you mean Lord Henry walked

across the room and sat down next to

Dorian Gray taking both his hands in his

own he held them Dorian he said my

letter was to tell you that Sibyl vane

is dead a cry of pain came from the

boy's lips and he jumped to his feet

dead Sibyl dead it is not true it is a

horrible lie it is true Dorian said Lord

Henry it is in all the morning

newspapers the police will be asking

questions and you must keep your name

out of any scandal things like that make

a man fashionable in Paris but in London

they are a disaster for any gentleman I

suppose they don't know your name at the

theatre if they don't it is alright did

anyone see you going round to her room

Dorian did not answer for a few moments

finally he said in a strange voice Harry

did you say that the police are asking

questions what did you mean by that

did Sibyl Oh Harry this is terrible I am

sure that it was not an accident though

it must be described that way officially

she swallowed something horrible they

use at theatres Harry

Harri it is terrible cried the boy yes

it is very sad of course but it is

nothing to do with you come with me to

dinner and after we will go to the

theatre so I have murdered Sibyl vane

said dorian gray after himself yet the

roses are not less lovely

the birds still sing happily in my

garden and tonight i will have dinner

with you and go to the theatre how

extraordinary life is my first

passionate love letter was to a dead

girl yet why is it that i cannot feel

this tragedy as much as I want to I

don't think I am heartless to you you

have done too many foolish things in the

last fortnight to be heartless Dorian

answered Lord Henry with his sweet sad

smile the boy frowned I don't like that

explanation Harry he said but I am glad

you don't think I am heartless

a woman has killed herself for the love

of you said Lord Henry that is very

beautiful they were silent the evening

darkened in the room after some time

Dorian Gray looked up how well do you

know me but we will not talk again of

what has happened it has been something

wonderful that is all now I have to

dress Harry I feel too tired to eat

anything but I will join you later at

the theatre as Lord Henry closed the

door behind him

Dorian rushed to the portrait and tore

off the cover no there was no further

change in the picture it had received

the news of Sibyl vanes death before he

had known of it himself

tears came to his eyes as he remembered

her he brushed them away and looked

again at the picture he felt the time

had come to choose or had he already

chosen yes life had decided that for him

the portrait was going to carry his

shame that was all an hour later he was

at the theatre and Lord Henry was

sitting beside him

Chapter seven as he was eating breakfast

the next morning basil Hallward was

shown into the room I am so glad I have

found you Dorian he said I called last

night and they told me that you were at

the theatre of course I knew that was

impossible I had a terrible evening

worrying whether one tragedy would be

followed by another I can't tell you how

heartbroken I am about the whole thing

did you go and see the girl's mother

what did she say about it all my idea

basil I don't know said Dorian Gray he

looked very bored I was at the theatre

you went to the theatre said Hallward

speaking very slowly you went to the

theater where Sibyl vane was lying dead

stop basil I won't hear it cried Dorian

jumping to his feet you must not speak

of such things what is done is done what

is past is past

you call yesterday the past

Dorian this is horrible something has

changed you completely you look exactly

the same as the wonderful boy in my

picture but now there is no heart in you

it is all Harry's influence I see that

the boy went to the window and looked

out at the garden for a few moments

Harry has taught me many things basil he

said at last you have only taught me to

love my own beauty I am truly sorry for

that Dorian I don't know what you mean

basil he said turning around I don't

know what you want what do you want I

want the Dorian Gray I used to paint

said the artist sadly

basil said the boy going over to him and

putting his hand on his shoulder you

have come too late yesterday when I

heard that Sibyl vane had killed herself

killed herself my god is the no doubt

about that

right halt would I dear Bassel of course

she killed herself

the older man put his face in his hands

her terrible he said in a quiet voice no

said Dorian Gray there is nothing

terrible about it

it is one of the great romantic

tragedies of our time I know you are

surprised at me talking to you like this

you have not realized how I have changed

I was a boy when you knew me I am a man

now I have new passions new thoughts new

ideas but Dorian I am different but you

must not like me less of course I am

very fond of Harry but I know that you

are better than he is you are not

stronger you are too afraid of life but

you are better and how happy we used to

be together

don't leave me basil and don't argue

with me I am what I am the painter

strangely sad Dorian Gray was

extraordinarily important to him

the boy had changed his art perhaps his

cruel talk about Sibyl vane was just a

mood that would pass away there was so

much in him that was good

well Dorian he said with the sad smile I

won't speak to you again about this

horrible thing I only hope that your

name is kept out of any scandal have the

police asked to see you Dorian shook his


they don't even know my name he answered

she didn't know your name

only my first name I am sure that she

did not tell it to anyone she told her

family that I was Prince Charming

it was pretty of her you must do me a

drawing of Sibyl basil I would like to

have something more of her than the

memory of a few kisses I will try and do

something Dorian but you must come and

sit for me again I can't work so well

without you I can never sit for you

again basil it is impossible he cried My

dear boy what is this foolishness

Allwood cried did you not like what I

did for you where is it

why have you covered it let me look at

it it is the best thing I have ever done

it is very bad of your servant to hide

my work like that I felt the room looked

different as I came in it was not my

servant who covered it basil I did it

myself the light was too strong on the

portrait too strong no the light is

perfect in here let me see it and Hall

would walk towards the corner of the

room a terrible cry came from Dorian

Gray's lips and he rushed between the

painter and the covered portrait pasul

you must not look at it I don't want you

to not look at my own work are you

serious why shouldn't I look at it

cried hallward laughing if you try and

look at it basil I promise I will never

speak to you again I am very serious

Hallward looked at Dorian Gray and

surprised he had never seen him like

this before the boys face was white and

angry Dorian don't speak but what is the

matter of course I won't look at it if

you don't want me to he said coldly

walking over to the window but it seemed

rather absurd that I can't see my own

work and I'm going to exhibit it in

Paris in the autumn to exhibit it you

want to exhibit it cried Dorian Gray a

terrible fear was building inside him

was the world going to see his secret

were people going to stare at the

mystery of his life that was impossible

yes George patty is going to exhibit all

my best pictures in October don't worry

it is only for one month Dorian Gray

passed his hand across his face it felt

hot and wet he felt that he was about to

face horrible danger you told me a month

ago that you would never exhibit it he

cried why have you changed your mind he

stopped suddenly and a cruel look came

into his eyes he had remembered

something Lord Henry had said to him ask

basil why he won't exhibit your picture

he told me once and it is a very strange

story yes perhaps basil too had his

secret he would ask him and try basil he

said coming over quite close and looking

him straight in the face we all have

secrets what was your reason for not

wanting to exhibit my picture Dorian if

I told you you might like me less than

you do now and you would certainly laugh

at me if you don't want me ever to look

at your picture again

won't I have always you to look at your

friendship is more important to me than

exhibiting a painting no basil you must

tell me said Dorian Gray his feeling of

fear had passed away now he just wanted

to find out basil hallward's mystery

Dorian said the painter who did not look

happy have you ever noticed something in

the picture something strange puzzle

cried the boy staring at him with wild

eyes I see you did

Dorian from the moment I met you your

personality had the most extraordinary

influence over me I worshipped you I was

jealous of everyone you spoke to I

wanted to have you all to myself

I was only happy when I was with you

when you were away from me you were

still there in my art basil no don't

speak I must tell you now what I did not

tell you then that I decided to paint a

wonderful portrait of you I put all my

feelings for you into that picture I

felt Dorian that I had told too much I

had put too much of myself into it so I

decided never to exhibit the portrait I

told Harry and he laughed when the

picture was finished and I sat alone

with it I felt that I was right later I

thought that perhaps I was being foolish

and when this Paris offer came but I see

now that the picture cannot be shown

Dorian Gray breathed deeply the colour


back to his cheeks and a smile crossed

his lips the danger was over and he was

safe for a while what a sad story basil

had told would he ever be so influenced

by the personality of a friend Lord

Henry had the charm of being very

dangerous but that was all it is

extraordinary to me Dorian said Hall

would that you saw this in the portrait

I saw something in it he answered

something that seemed me and very

strange well you don't mind me looking

at the thing now Dorian shook his head

you must not ask me that basil I can't

let you stand in front of that picture

you will one day won't you never well

perhaps you are right and now goodbye

Dorian you have been the one person in

my life who has really influenced my art

but you don't know what it cost me to

tell you all that I have told you my

dear basil said Dorian what have you

told me only that you worshipped me too

much that is not even flattering it was

not meant as flattery and now that I

have told you something seems to have

gone out of me perhaps you should never

put what you worship into words you

mustn't talk about worship it is foolish

you and I are friends basil and we will

always be friends

you have got Harry said the painter

sadly Oh Harry laughed the young man

Harry spends his life saying and doing

extraordinary things he lives the sort

of life I want to live but I don't think

I would go to Harry if I was in trouble

I would prefer to go to you basil you

will sit

me again impossible there is something

terrible about a portrait it has a life

of its own I will come and have tea with

you instead well goodbye then I am sorry

that you won't let me look at the

picture again but I understand what you

feel about it as he left the room

dorian gray's smiled to himself poor

basil how little he knew of the true

reason and now he understood more the

painter's wild and jealous feelings and

he felt sorry there was something tragic

in a friendship so corrupted by passion

he rang the bell to call his servant he

had to hide the portrait immediately it

had been mad of him to leave it in a

place where it could be discovered by

his friends chapter 8 when the servant

entered Dorian Gray asked him to send

mrs. leaf to him in the library mrs.

leaf had been with his family for many


he asked her for the key to the old

schoolroom the old schoolroom mr. Dorian

she cried but it is full of dust I must

clean it first

I don't want it cleaned mrs. leaf I only

want the key well so you'll be covered

with dust if you go into it it hasn't

been opened for nearly five years not

since your grandfather died he frowned

at this reminder of his grandfather he

had bad memories of all his family that

does not matter

he answered I just want to see the place

that is all give me the key here is the

key sir said the old lady but you are

not going to live up there are you sir

no no he cried Thank You mrs. leaf you

can go an hour later two men arrived to

move the portrait it's very heavy sir

said one of the men as they climbed the


I am afraid it is rather heavy said

Dorian as he opened the door of the old

schoolroom where he was going to hide

the secret of his corrupted soul he had

not entered the room since he was a

child it was a large room built by his

grandfather to keep him at a distance

every moment of his lonely childhood

came back to him as he looked round it

was a room full of terrible memories but

it was safe he had the key and no other

person could enter it the face in the

portrait could grow old and ugly what

did it matter no one could see it he

himself would not see it he did not have

to watch the terrible corruption of his

soul he would stay young that was enough

when the men had gone Dorian locked the

door and put the key in his pocket he

felt safe now no one would ever look at

that horrible thing only he would ever

see his shame he went back to the

library and found a note from Lord Henry

in it was a report from the newspaper

about Sibyl vane her death was

officially described as an accident he

frowned and tore the paper in two then

he walked across the room and threw the

pieces away how ugly it all was and how

horribly real ugliness made things

perhaps the servant had read the report

and had begun to suspect something and

yet what did it matter what had dorian

gray to do with Sibyl vanes death there

was nothing to be afraid of Dorian Gray

had not killed her chapter 9

many years passed yet the wonderful

beauty that had so fascinated basil

Hallward stayed with Dorian Gray even

those who had heard terrible rumors

against him could not believe them when

they met him he always had the look of

someone who had kept himself pure many

people suspected that there was

something very wrong with Dorian's life

but only he knew about the portrait some

nights he would secretly enter the

locked room holding a mirror in his hand

he would stand in front of the picture

basil Hallward had painted he would look

first at the horrible old face in the

picture and then at the handsome young

face that laughed back at him from the

mirror he fell more and more in love

with his own beauty and more and more

interested in the corruption of his own

soul then something happened that

changed everything it was on the ninth

of November the day before his 38th

birthday he was walking home from Lord

Henry's and the night was cold and foggy

at the corner of Grosvenor Square and

South Audley Street a man passed him in

the fog he was walking very fast and had

the collar of his coat turned up he had

a bag in his hand

Dorian recognized him it was basil

Hallward a strange fear made Dorian walk

off quickly in the direction of his own

house but Hallward had seen him Dorian

heard him hurrying after him in a few

moments his hand was on his arm Dorian

what an extraordinary piece of luck I

have been waiting for you in your

library ever since nine o'clock I'm

going to Paris on the midnight train and

I wanted to see you before I left I

thought it was you or at least your coat

as I passed you but I wasn't sure didn't

you recognize me in this fog My dear

basil I can't even recognize Grosvenor


I believe my house is somewhere about

here but I don't feel at all certain

about it

I'm sorry Oh going away as I have not

seen you for such a long time but I

suppose you will be back soon

no I'm going to be out of England for

six months here we are at your door let

me come in for a moment I have something

to say to you that would be lovely but

won't you miss your train said Dorian

Gray as he went up the steps and opened

the door with his key I have plenty of

time he answered the train doesn't go

until 12:15 and it is early just eleven

all I have with me is this bag and I can

easily get to Victoria Station in 20


Dorian looked at him and smiled come in

or the fog will get into my house halt

would followed Dorian into the library

there was a bright wood fire on one side

of the room and two lamps on the other

would you like a drink

asked Dorian and no thanks I won't have

anything more said the painter taking

his hat and coat off and now my dear

Dorian I want to speak to you seriously

don't frown like that you make it so

much more difficult for me what is it

all about cried Dorian throwing himself

down on the sofa I hope it is not about

myself I am tired of myself tonight I

would prefer to be somebody different it

is about yourself answered Hallward in

his deep voice and I must say it to you

Dorian breathe deeply and lit a

cigarette is it really necessary basil I

think you should know some of the

terrible things that people are saying

about you I don't want to know anything

about them

I love scandals about other people but

scandals about myself don't interest me

every gentleman is interested in his

good name Dorian you don't want people

to talk of you as something terrible and

corrupt but I don't believe these

rumours at all at least I can't believe

them when I see you

corruption is a thing that writes itself

across a man's face

it cannot be hidden my dear basil and

yet I rarely see you now and you never

come to my house when I hear all the

terrible things people are whispering

about you I don't know what to say why

have so many of your friends killed

themselves young men from good families

like Adrian singleton and that poor

young soldier stopped basil you are

talking about things of which you know

nothing said Dorian I know how people

talk in England this is a country where

people have two faces they whisper

rumours about people like myself and

then do much worse things when others

are not looking Dorian

cried Hallward that is not the question

I know England is bad but that's the

reason I want you to be a good influence

on your friends instead you have lost

all belief in goodness and honesty you

have filled those poor young men with a

madness for pleasure Dorian smiled how

can you smile like that I only want you

to have a clean name you have a

wonderful influence let it be for good

yet I wonder whether I know you but I

can't answer that question I would need

to see your soul to see my soul cried

Dorian Gray he jumped up from the sofa

turning almost white with fear yes

answered Hallward

there was a deep sadness in his voice to

see your soul but only God can do that a

bitter laugh came from the lips of the

younger man you will see it yourself

tonight he cried picking up a lamp from

the table come it is your own work why

shouldn't you look at it you can tell

the world all about it after if you want

nobody will believe you if they do

believe you they will like me better for

it come I tell you you have talked

enough about corruption now you will see

it face to face there was mad

in every word he said he felt a terrible

delight that someone was going to share

his secret the man who had painted the

portrait was going to share his shame

the painter would suffer for the rest of

his life with the memory of what he had

done yes he continued coming closer to

him I will show you my soul you will see

what you think only God can see Hallward

jumped back

you cannot say things like that Dorian

he cried they are horrible and they

don't mean anything you think so he

laughed again I know so Dorian you have

to tell me don't touch me finish what

you have to say

the painter felt extraordinarily sad he

walked over to the fire and stood there

I am waiting basil said the young man in

a hard clear voice he turned round what

I have to say is this he cried you must

give me some answer to the horrible

things people are saying against you

tell me that they are not true Dorian

can't you see what I'm going through my

god don't tell me that you are bad and

corrupt and shameful Dorian Gray smiled

come upstairs basil he said quietly I

keep a diary of my life from day to day

I will show it to you if you come up

with me I will come with you Dorian if

you wish it I see I have missed my train

it does not matter I can go tomorrow but

don't ask me to read anything tonight

all I want is a simple answer to my

question I will give it to you upstairs

I could not give it to you here you will

not have to read for long chapter 10

out of the room and began climbing the

stairs basil Hallward followed close


they walked softly as people always do

at night the lamp made strange shadows

on the wall and stairs when they reached

the top Dorian put the lamp down on the

floor he took the key out of his pocket

and turned it in the lock

you really want to know basil he asked

in a low voice yes I am delighted he

answered smiling then he added you are

the one man in the world I want to know

everything about me

you have influenced my life more than

you think taking up the lamp he opened

the door and went in cold air passed

between them shut the door behind you he

whispered as he placed the lamp on the


Hallward looked around the room and

surprised the room and clearly not been

lived in for years the whole place was

covered with dust and there were holes

in the carpet a mouse ran across the

floor so you think that it is only God

who sees the soul basil take the cover

off the portrait and you will see mine

the voice that spoke was cold and cruel

you are mad Dorian said Hallward

frowning you won't take the cover off

then I will do it myself said the young

man throwing the old purple curtain to

the ground a cry of fear came from the

painters lips when he saw the face in

the portrait it was Dorian Gray's face

he was looking at and it still had some

of that wonderful beauty but now there

were terrible signs of age and

corruption but who had done it he held

the lamp up to the picture in the

left-hand corner was his name painted in

red what had happened he had never done

that still it was his own picture he

knew it and it made his blood turn to

ice his own picture what did it mean

I had it changed he turned and looked at

Dorian Gray with the eyes of a sick man

the young man was standing near the wall

watching him he had taken the flower out

of his coat and was smelling it what

does this mean cried Hallward at last

his own voice sounded high and strange

years ago when I was a boy said Dorian

Gray closing his hand on the flower you

met me and flattered me you taught me to

love my beauty one day you introduced me

to a friend of yours he explained to me

how wonderful it was to be young you've

finished a portrait of me that showed me

how wonderful it was to be beautiful in

a mad moment I made a wish I remember it

oh how well I remember it no the thing

is impossible there must be something

wrong with the paint I tell you the

thing is impossible is anything really

impossible said the young man going over

to the window you told me you had

destroyed it I was wrong it has

destroyed me don't believe it is my

picture there was nothing bad in it

nothing shameful you were perfect to me

this is a face from hell it is the face

of my soul each of us has heaven and

hell in him basil cried Dorian wildly

Hallward turned again to the portrait

and stared at it my god it's this true

he cried is this what you have done with

your life you must be even worse than

people say Allwood threw himself into

the chair by the table and put his face

in his hands the lamp fell to the floor

and went out good god Dorian

what an awful lesson what an awful

lesson there was no answer but he could

hear the young man crying at the window

we must ask God for forgiveness

I worshipped you too much I am punished

for it you worshipped yourself too much

we are both punished Dorian Gray turns

slowly around and looked at him there

were tears in his eyes it is too late

basil he said but don't you see that

hellish things staring at us Dorian Gray

looked at the picture suddenly he felt

that he hated basil Hallward he hated

the man sitting at the table more than

he hated anything in his life

he looked wildly around something Sean

on top of the painted cupboard that

faced him it was a knife he had left

there some days before he moved slowly

towards it

passing Hallward as he did so he took

the knife in his hand and turned around

Hallward moved in his chair he rushed at

him and stuck the knife into his neck

again and again he threw the knife down

on the table and stood back he could

hear nothing but the sound of blood

falling onto the carpet he opened the

door and went out onto the stairs the

house was completely quiet no one was

there how quickly it had all been done

feeling strangely calm he walked over to

the window and opened it the wind had

blown the fog away and the sky was clear

he looked down and saw a policeman

walking down the street he was shining a

lamp in all the houses closing the

window he went back into the room he did

not look at the murdered man he felt

that the secret of the whole thing was

not to think about adit all the friend

who had painted the terrible portrait

had gone out of his life that was enough

he picked up the lamp and walked out of

the room locking the door behind him as

he walked

the stairs he thought that he heard what

sounded like cries of pain he stopped

several times and waited no everything

was still when he reached the library he

saw the bag and coat in the corner

they must be hidden away somewhere he

unlocked a secret cupboard and threw

them in he could easily burn them later

then he pulled out his watch it was

twenty minutes to two he sat down and

began to think basil Hallward had left

the house at eleven no one had seen him

come in again the servants were in bed

Paris yes it was to Paris that basil had

gone and by the midnight train as he had

planned it would be months before anyone

suspected anything months he could

destroy everything long before then

suddenly he had a thought he put on his

coat and hat and went into the front

room from the window he could see the

policeman passing the house he waited

and held his breath after a few moments

he went out of the house shutting the

door very gently behind him then he

began ringing the bell in about five

minutes a servant appeared he was half

dressed and looked very sleepy I am

sorry I had to wake you up Frances he

said stepping in but I have forgotten my

key what time is it

ten minutes past two sir answered the

man looking at a clock ten minutes past

two how horribly late you must wake me

at nine tomorrow I have some work to do

all right sir

did anyone call this evening mr.

Hallward sir he stayed here until 11:00

and then he went away to catch his train

oh I am sorry I didn't see him did he

leave any message no sir

he said he would write to you from Paris

that is all Frances don't forget to call

me at 9:00 tomorrow

the man went off to his bedroom Dorian

Gray threw his hat and coat upon the

table and passed into the library for a

quarter of an hour he walked up and down

the room biting his lip and thinking

then he took down a book from one of the

cupboards and began to turn the pages

Allen Campbell a hundred and fifty to

Hartford Street Mayfair yes that was the

man he wanted Chapter eleven at nine

o'clock the next morning his servant

came in with a cup of chocolate and

opened the curtains Dorian was sleeping

quite peacefully lying with one hand

under his cheek as he opened his eyes a

smile passed across his lips he turned

round and began to drink his chocolate

the November Sun came into the room and

the sky was bright it was almost like a

morning in May slowly he remembered what

had happened the night before the dead

man was still sitting there and in the

sunlight now how horrible that was such

terrible things were for the darkness

not the day after he had drunk his cup

of chocolate he went over to the table

and wrote two letters one he put in his

pocket and the other he handed to his

servant take this round to one hundred

and fifty to Hartford Street Frances

if mr. Campbell is out of town get his

address and the servant had gone he lit

a cigarette and began drawing on a piece

of paper first he drew flowers then

houses then human faces suddenly he

realized that every face he drew looked

like basil Hallward he frowned and went

over to lie on the sofa an hour went

past very slowly

every second he kept looking up at the

clock as the minutes went by he became

horribly worried he got up and walked

the room his hands were strangely cold

at last the door opened and his servant

entered mr. Campbell sir

said the man the colour came back to his

cheeks ask him to come in at once

Francis he felt himself again his fear

had gone away in a few moments Alan

Campbell walked in he looked very angry

and rather worried Alan this is kind of

you I thank you for coming I hoped never

to enter your house again gray but you

said it was a question of life and death

his voice was hard and cold and he kept

his hands in the pockets of his coat yes

it is a question of life and death Alan

and to more than one person sit down

Campbell took a chair by the table and

Dorian sat opposite him the two men's

eyes met in Dorian's there was great

sadness he knew that what he was going

to do was terrible

after a moment of silence Dorian said

very quietly Alan in a locked room at

the top of the house a dead man is

sitting at a table he has been dead for

10 hours now don't stir and don't look

at me like that

you don't need to know who this man is

you don't need to know how or why he

died what you have to do is this

stop grey I don't want to know anything

more I don't care if what you tell me is

true or not true I don't want any part

in your life

keep your horrible secrets to yourself

they don't interest me anymore Alan they

will have to interest you I am awfully

sorry for you Alan but I can't help

myself you are the one man who can save

me Alan

you are a scientist you know about

chemistry and things of that kind but

you have got to do is to destroy the

thing that he's upstairs you are mad

Dorian I will have nothing to do with

this he killed himself Alan I am glad of


but who made him do it you I suppose he

is still refused

do this for me of course I refuse you

have come to the wrong man go to some of

your friends don't come to me Alan it

was murder I killed him you don't know

what he made me suffer murder good god

Dorian is that what you have come to I

will have nothing to do with it you must

have something to do with it

don't ask any more questions and I've

told you too much already but you must

do this we were friends once Alan don't

speak of those days Dorian they are dead

they will hang me for this Alan don't

you understand

they will kill me for what I have done

Campbell got up to leave I will not have

anything to do with this you refuse yes

the same look of sadness came into

Dorian Gray's eyes then he took a piece

of paper and wrote something on it he

read it over and pushed it across the

table then he got up and went over to

the window

Campbell looked at him in surprise and

picked up the paper as he read it his

face went white and he fell back in his

chair after two or three minutes without

speaking Dorian came and stood next to

him I am very sorry for you Alan he said

putting his hand on his shoulder but

there is no other way I have a letter

written already here it is you see the

address if you don't help me I will send

it you know what will happen but you are

going to help me it is impossible for

you to refuse now Campbell put his face

in his hands the thing is quite simple

Alan it has to be done face it and do it

a terrible sound came from Campbell's

lips come Alan you must decide now

Alan paused for a moment is that a fire

in the room upstairs yes there is a gas

fire I must go home and get some

things no Alan you must not leave the

house write out what you wanted my

servant will get the things for you it

was nearly two o'clock when the servant

returned with an enormous wooden box

filled with the things Campbell had

asked for you can have the rest of the

day to yourself Francis thank you sir

when the servant had left the two men

carried the box up the stairs Dorian

took out the key and turned it in the

lock then he stopped and Campbell saw

that his eyes were full of tears I don't

think I can go in Alan he said I don't

need you said Campbell coldly dorian

half opened the door as he did so he saw

the face of the portrait staring in the

sunlight he remembered that the night

before he had forgotten to cover the

picture he was about to rush forward

when he saw something that made him jump

back there was blood on one of the hands

in the portrait horrible it was he

hurried into the room trying not to look

at the dead man picking the curtain off

the floor he threw it over the picture

then he rushed out of the room and down

the stairs it was long after 7:00 when

Campbell came back into the library he

was quiet and white in the face but very

calm I have done what you asked me to do

he said and now goodbye let us never see

each other again you have saved me Alan

I cannot forget that said Dorian simply

when Campbell had left he went upstairs

there was a horrible smell in the room

but the thing that had been sitting at

the table was gone chapter 12

don't tell me that you're going to be

good cried Lord Henry you're quite

perfect don't change Dorian Gray shook

his head no Harry I have done too many

terrible things in my life I am NOT

going to do any more but tell me what is

happening here in London I have been out

of the country for more than a month

people are still discussing poor Basil's


are they not bored with that yet said

Dorian pouring out some wine and

frowning My dear boy they have only been

talking about it for six weeks

the British only need one subject of

conversation every three months they

have been very lucky recently though

first there was the scandal of my wife

leaving me and then Alan Campbell killed

himself now there is the mysterious

disappearance of an artist the British

police are saying that basil did take

the midnight train on the 9th of

November but the French police are sure

that he never arrived in Paris at all

what do you think has happened to basil

asked Dorian holding up his wine against

the light I have no idea if basil wants

to hide himself it is no business of

mine if he is dead I don't want to think

about him death is the only thing that

ever frightens me I hate it why said the

younger man and a tired voice because

said Lord Henry it is the only thing

that is final let us have our coffee in

the music room Dorian you must play

Chopin to me the man who ran away with

my wife played Chopin beautifully poor

Victoria I was very fond of her the

house is quite lonely without her Dorian

said nothing but went into the next room

and sat at the piano after the coffee

had been brought in he stopped playing

Harry he said looking over to Lord Henry

do you think basil was murdered

Lord Henry yawned everyone

expel who would want to murder him he

was not clever enough to have enemies of

course he was a wonderful painter but a

man can paint like Velazquez and yet

still be rather boring basil was really

rather boring the only thing that

interested me about him was that he

worshipped you

I was very fond of basil said Dorian

sadly but don't people say he was

murdered Oh some newspapers do but I

don't think it is likely

I know there are awful places in Paris

but basil was not the sort of man to go

to them what would you say Harry if I

told you that I had murdered basil said

the younger man he watched him carefully

after he had spoken no Dorian you would

not murder anyone it is ordinary people

who murder it is their way of finding

the extraordinary pleasure that art

gives us a way of finding the

extraordinary pleasure do you think that

a man who has murdered could do it again

don't tell me that Oh

anything becomes a pleasure if you do it

too often cried Lord Henry laughing that

is one of the most important secrets of

life I believe though that murder is

always a mistake one should never do

anything one cannot talk about after

dinner but let us pass from poor basil I

wish I could believe that he has died

some romantic death but I can't he

probably fell into the Seine off a bus I

can see him now lying on his back in the

dirty green water during the last ten

years she had not been painting well

Lord Henry walked across the room and

touched the head of a strange grey bird

that he kept in the music room then he

turned to face Dorian yes

he continued taking his handkerchief out

of his pocket his paintings seemed to me

to have lost something when you and he

stopped being great friends he stopped

being a great artist what was it that

separated you

I suppose he bored you

if so he never forgave you by the way

what happened to that wonderful portrait

he did of you I don't think I've ever

seen it since he finished it I told you

years ago that it was stolen oh I

remember you never got it back what a

shame it really was wonderful

I remember I wanted to buy it I wish I

had it now I never really liked it said

Dorian I am sorry i sat for it the

memory of the thing is hateful to me how

sad you look don't be so serious play me

some music Torian and as you play tell

me in a low voice why you still look so


I am only ten years older than you are

and I have gray hair and yellow skin you

are really wonderful Dorian Harry please

you have never looked more charming than

you do tonight you remind me of the day

I first saw you you were very shy and

absolutely extraordinary you have

changed of course but not an appearance

you are still the same I am not the same

Harry yes you are the same I wish I

could change places with you Dorian the

world has cried out against us both but

it has always worshipped you it always

will worship you life has been your art

Dorian got up from the piano and passed

his hand through his hair yes life has

been beautiful he said quietly but I am

NOT going to have the same life Harry

and you must not say these things to me

you don't know everything about me I

think that if you did even you would

turn away from me you laugh don't laugh

why have you stopped playing Dorian let

us go to the club it has been a charming

evening and we must end it charmingly

there is someone I want to introduce to

you young Lord pool he has already

copied your ties and he very much wants

to meet you

he is quite charming and he reminds me

of you I hope not

said Dorian with a sad look in his eyes

but I am tired tonight Harry I won't go

to the club

it is nearly 11:00 and I want to go to

bed early please stay you have never

played so well as tonight it is because

I am going to be good he answered

smiling I am a little changed already

you can't change to me Dorian said Lord

Henry you and I will always be friends

come round tomorrow we shall go to lunch

do you really want me to come Harry

certainly the park is quite lovely now I

don't think that have been such flowers

since the year I met you very well I

shall be here at 11:00 said Dorian

goodnight Harry

chapter 13 it was a lovely night he

walked home with his coat on his arm

smoking his cigarette two young men an

evening dress past him he heard one of

them whisper to the other at his party

and gray he remembered how pleased he

used to be when he was stared at or

talked about he was tired of hearing his

own name now when he reached home he

found his servant waiting up for him he

sent him to bed and threw himself down

on the sofa in the library he began to

think about some of the things that Lord

Henry had said to him was it really true

that one could never change there had

been a time when he had been good and

innocent he had corrupted himself and

become a terrible influence on others he

had even got pleasure from this

corruption yet his soul had once been

the purest of all was all that gone was

there no hope for him in one terrible

moment of passion he had asked to stay

young for all time all his failure had

been because of that he had not been

punished but perhaps punishment was what

he had needed punishment cleaned the

soul the mirror that Lord Henry had

given to him so many years ago now was

standing on the table he picked it up

remembering that horrible night when he

had first noticed the change in the

picture once someone who had loved him

passionately had written him a mad

letter it had ended with these words the

world is changed because you are made of

gold he repeated them to himself and

suddenly realized that he hated his own


throwing the mirror on the floor he

broke the glass into little pieces with

his foot

it was his beauty that had spoiled him

it was better not to think of the past

nothing could change that he had to

think of his future Alan Campbell had

shot himself one night and his terrible

secret had died with him the interest in

basil hallward's disappearance would

soon pass away he was perfectly safe

there what worried him was the death of

his own soul basil had painted the

portrait that had destroyed his life he

could not forgive him that it was the

portrait that had done everything the

murder had just been the madness of the

moment as for Alan Campbell he had

killed himself it was nothing to do with

Dorian Gray a new life that was what he

wanted that was what he was waiting for

perhaps it had begun already he would

never again spoil innocence he would be

good he began to wonder if the portrait

in the locked room had changed was it

still as horrible as it had been perhaps

if his life became pure the face in the

portrait would become beautiful again he

would go and look he took the lamp from

the table and went upstairs as he opened

the door a smile of happiness passed

across his young face yes he would be

good and the ugly thing he had locked

away would not frighten him any more he

felt happier already he went in quietly

locking the door behind him walking

straight over to the portrait he took

off the purple curtain that was covering

it an angry

cry of pain came from him he could see

no change the thing was still hateful

more hateful even than before the red

mark on the hand seemed brighter and

more like new blood and why was the red

mark larger than it had been it was all

over the fingers now there was blood on

the painted feet and blood on the hand

that had not held the knife did it all

mean that he should go to the police

that he should tell the whole story and

be put to death he laughed he felt the

idea was absurd if he did tell him now

who would believe him there was nothing

left of the