The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

remembered.’
    â€˜Remembered what, Harry?’
    â€˜Where I heard the name of Dorian Gray.’
    â€˜Where was it?’ asked Hallward, with a slight frown.
    â€˜Don’t look so angry, Basil. It was at my aunt, Lady Agatha’s. She told me she had discovered a wonderful young man, who was going to help her in the East End, and that his name was Dorian Gray. I am bound to state that she never told me he was good-looking. Women have no appreciation of good looks; at least, good women have not. She said that he was very earnest, and had a beautiful nature. I at once pictured to myself a creature with spectacles and lank hair, horribly freckled, and tramping about on huge feet. I wish I had known it was your friend.’
    â€˜I am very glad you didn’t, Harry.’
    â€˜Why?’
    â€˜I don’t want you to meet him.’
    â€˜You don’t want me to meet him?’
    â€˜No.’
    â€˜Mr Dorian Gray is in the studio, sir,’ said the butler, coming into the garden.
    â€˜You must introduce me now,’ cried Lord Henry, laughing.
    The painter turned to his servant, who stood blinking in the sunlight. ‘Ask Mr Gray to wait, Parker: I shall be in in a few moments.’ The man bowed, and went up the walk.
    Then he looked at Lord Henry. ‘Dorian Gray is my dearest friend,’ he said. ‘He has a simple and a beautiful nature. Your aunt was quite right in what she said of him. Don’t spoil him. Don’t try to influence him. Your influence would be bad. The world is wide, and has many marvellous people in it. Don’t take away from me the one person who gives to my art whatever charm it possesses: 11 my life as an artistdepends on him. Mind, Harry, I trust you.’ He spoke very slowly, and the words seemed wrung out of him almost against his will.
    â€˜What nonsense you talk!’ said Lord Henry, smiling, and, taking Hallward by the arm, he almost led him into the house.

CHAPTER II
    As they entered they saw Dorian Gray. He was seated at the piano, with his back to them, turning over the pages of a volume of Schumann’s ‘Forest Scenes’. ‘You must lend me these, Basil,’ he cried. ‘I want to learn them. They are perfectly charming.’
    â€˜That entirely depends on how you sit to-day, Dorian.’
    â€˜Oh, I am tired of sitting, and I don’t want a life-sized portrait of myself,’ answered the lad, swinging round on the music-stool, in a wilful, petulant manner. When he caught sight of Lord Henry, a faint blush coloured his cheeks for a moment, and he started up. ‘I beg your pardon, Basil, but I didn’t know you had any one with you.’
    â€˜This is Lord Henry Wotton, Dorian, an old Oxford friend of mine. I have just been telling him what a capital sitter you were, and now you have spoiled everything.’
    â€˜You have not spoiled my pleasure in meeting you, Mr Gray,’ said Lord Henry, stepping forward and extending his hand. ‘My aunt has often spoken to me about you. You are one of her favourites, and, I am afraid, one of her victims also.’
    â€˜I am in Lady Agatha’s black books at present,’ answered Dorian, with a funny look of penitence. ‘I promised to go to a club in Whitechapel with her last Tuesday, 1 and I really forgot all about it. We were to have played a duet together – three duets, I believe. I don’t know what she will say to me. I am far too frightened to call.’
    â€˜Oh, I will make your peace with my aunt. She is quite devoted to you. And I don’t think it really matters about your not being there. The audience probably thought it was a duet. When AuntAgatha sits down to the piano she makes quite enough noise for two people.’
    â€˜That is very horrid to her, and not very nice to me,’ answered Dorian, laughing.
    Lord Henry looked at him. Yes, he was certainly wonderfully handsome, with his finely-curved scarlet lips,