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1"What is that?" said the painter, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. "You know quite well." "I do not, Harry." "Well,
2I will tell you what it is. I want you to explain to me why you won't exhibit Dorian Gray's picture. I want the real
3reason." "I told you the real reason." "No, you did not. You said it was because there was too much of yourself in it.
4Now, that is childish." "Harry," said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, "every portrait that is painted
5with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not
6he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I
7will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul." Lord Henry
8laughed. "And what is that?" he asked. "I will tell you," said Hallward; but an expression of perplexity came over his
9face. "I am all expectation, Basil," continued his companion, glancing at him. "Oh, there is really very little to tell,
10Harry," answered the painter; "and I am afraid you will hardly understand it. Perhaps you will hardly believe it." Lord
11Henry smiled, and leaning down, plucked a pink-petalled daisy from the grass and examined it. "I am quite sure I shall
12understand it," he replied, gazing intently at the little golden, white-feathered disk, "and as for believing things, I
13can believe anything, provided that it is quite incredible." The wind shook some blossoms from the trees, and the heavy
14lilac-blooms, with their clustering stars, moved to and fro in the languid air. A grasshopper began to chirrup by the
15wall, and like a blue thread a long thin dragon-fly floated past on its brown gauze wings. Lord Henry felt as if he
16could hear Basil Hallward's heart beating, and wondered what was coming. "The story is simply this," said the painter
17after some time. "Two months ago I went to a crush at Lady Brandon's. You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in
18society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages. With an evening coat and a white tie, as
19you told me once, anybody, even a stock-broker, can gain a reputation for being civilized. Well, after I had been in the
20room about ten minutes, talking to huge overdressed dowagers and tedious academicians, I suddenly became conscious that
21some one was looking at me. I turned half-way round and saw Dorian Gray for the first time. When our eyes met, I felt
22that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some one
23whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole
24soul, my very art itself. I did not want any external influence in my life. You know yourself, Harry, how independent I
25am by nature. I have always been my own master; had at least always been so, till I met Dorian Gray. Then--but I don't
26know how to explain it to you. Something seemed to tell me that I was on the verge of a terrible crisis in my life. I
27had a strange feeling that fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows. I grew afraid and turned to
28quit the room. It was not conscience that made me do so: it was a sort of cowardice. I take no credit to myself for
29trying to escape." "Conscience and cowardice are really the same things, Basil. Conscience is the trade-name of the
30firm. That is all." "I don't believe that, Harry, and I don't believe you do either. However, whatever was my
31motive--and it may have been pride, for I used to be very proud--I certainly struggled to the door. There, of course, I
32stumbled against Lady Brandon. 'You are not going to run away so soon, Mr. Hallward?' she screamed out. You know her
33curiously shrill voice?" "Yes; she is a peacock in everything but beauty," said Lord Henry, pulling the daisy to bits
34with his long nervous fingers. "I could not get rid of her. She brought me up to royalties, and people with stars and
35garters, and elderly ladies with gigantic tiaras and parrot noses. She spoke of me as her dearest friend. I had only met
36her once before, but she took it into her head to lionize me. I believe some picture of mine had made a great success at
37the time, at least had been chattered about in the penny newspapers, which is the nineteenth-century standard of
38immortality. Suddenly I found myself face to face with the young man whose personality had so strangely stirred me. We
39were quite close, almost touching. Our eyes met again. It was reckless of me, but I asked Lady Brandon to introduce me
40to him. Perhaps it was not so reckless, after all. It was simply inevitable. We would have spoken to each other without
41any introduction. I am sure of that. Dorian told me so afterwards. He, too, felt that we were destined to know each
42other." "And how did Lady Brandon describe this wonderful young man?" asked his companion. "I know she goes in for
43giving a rapid précis of all her guests. I remember her bringing me up to a truculent and red-faced old gentleman
44covered all over with orders and ribbons, and hissing into my ear, in a tragic whisper which must have been perfectly
45audible to everybody in the room, the most astounding details. I simply fled. I like to find out people for myself. But
46Lady Brandon treats her guests exactly as an auctioneer treats his goods. She either explains them entirely away, or
47tells one everything about them except what one wants to know." "Poor Lady Brandon! You are hard on her, Harry!" said
48Hallward listlessly. "My dear fellow, she tried to found a salon, and only succeeded in opening a restaurant. How could
49I admire her? But tell me, what did she say about Mr. Dorian Gray?" "Oh, something like, 'Charming boy--poor dear mother
50and I absolutely inseparable. Quite forget what he does--afraid he--doesn't do anything--oh, yes, plays the piano--or is
51it the violin, dear Mr. Gray?' Neither of us could help laughing, and we became friends at once." "Laughter is not at
52all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one," said the young lord, plucking another
53daisy. Hallward shook his head. "You don't understand what friendship is, Harry," he murmured--"or what enmity is, for
54that matter. You like every one; that is to say, you are indifferent to every one." "How horribly unjust of you!" cried
55Lord Henry, tilting his hat back and looking up at the little clouds that, like ravelled skeins of glossy white silk,
56were drifting across the hollowed turquoise of the summer sky. "Yes; horribly unjust of you. I make a great difference
57between people. I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for
58their good intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. I have not got one who is a fool. They
59are all men of some intellectual power, and consequently they all appreciate me. Is that very vain of me? I think it is
60rather vain." "I should think it was, Harry. But according to your category I must be merely an acquaintance." "My dear
61old Basil, you are much more than an acquaintance." "And much less than a friend. A sort of brother, I suppose?" "Oh,
62brothers! I don't care for brothers. My elder brother won't die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything
63else." "Harry!" exclaimed Hallward, frowning. "My dear fellow, I am not quite serious. But I can't help detesting my
64relations. I suppose it comes from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves.
65I quite sympathize with the rage of the English democracy against what they call the vices of the upper orders. The
66masses feel that drunkenness, stupidity, and immorality should be their own special property, and that if any one of us
67makes an ass of himself, he is poaching on their preserves. When poor Southwark got into the divorce court, their
68indignation was quite magnificent. And yet I don't suppose that ten per cent of the proletariat live correctly." "I
69don't agree with a single word that you have said, and, what is more, Harry, I feel sure you don't either."
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