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1As they entered they saw Dorian Gray. He was seated at the piano, with his back to them, turning over the pages of a
2volume of Schumann's "Forest Scenes." "You must lend me these, Basil," he cried. "I want to learn them. They are
3perfectly charming." "That entirely depends on how you sit to-day, Dorian." "Oh, I am tired of sitting, and I don't want
4a life-sized portrait of myself," answered the lad, swinging round on the music-stool in a wilful, petulant manner. When
5he caught sight of Lord Henry, a faint blush coloured his cheeks for a moment, and he started up. "I beg your pardon,
6Basil, but I didn't know you had any one with you." "This is Lord Henry Wotton, Dorian, an old Oxford friend of mine. I
7have just been telling him what a capital sitter you were, and now you have spoiled everything." "You have not spoiled
8my pleasure in meeting you, Mr. Gray," said Lord Henry, stepping forward and extending his hand. "My aunt has often
9spoken to me about you. You are one of her favourites, and, I am afraid, one of her victims also." "I am in Lady
10Agatha's black books at present," answered Dorian with a funny look of penitence. "I promised to go to a club in
11Whitechapel with her last Tuesday, and I really forgot all about it. We were to have played a duet together--three
12duets, I believe. I don't know what she will say to me. I am far too frightened to call." "Oh, I will make your peace
13with my aunt. She is quite devoted to you. And I don't think it really matters about your not being there. The audience
14probably thought it was a duet. When Aunt Agatha sits down to the piano, she makes quite enough noise for two people."
15"That is very horrid to her, and not very nice to me," answered Dorian, laughing. Lord Henry looked at him. Yes, he was
16certainly wonderfully handsome, with his finely curved scarlet lips, his frank blue eyes, his crisp gold hair. There was
17something in his face that made one trust him at once. All the candour of youth was there, as well as all youth's
18passionate purity. One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from the world. No wonder Basil Hallward worshipped him.
19"You are too charming to go in for philanthropy, Mr. Gray--far too charming." And Lord Henry flung himself down on the
20divan and opened his cigarette-case. The painter had been busy mixing his colours and getting his brushes ready. He was
21looking worried, and when he heard Lord Henry's last remark, he glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then said,
22"Harry, I want to finish this picture to-day. Would you think it awfully rude of me if I asked you to go away?" Lord
23Henry smiled and looked at Dorian Gray. "Am I to go, Mr. Gray?" he asked. "Oh, please don't, Lord Henry. I see that
24Basil is in one of his sulky moods, and I can't bear him when he sulks. Besides, I want you to tell me why I should not
25go in for philanthropy." "I don't know that I shall tell you that, Mr. Gray. It is so tedious a subject that one would
26have to talk seriously about it. But I certainly shall not run away, now that you have asked me to stop. You don't
27really mind, Basil, do you? You have often told me that you liked your sitters to have some one to chat to." Hallward
28bit his lip. "If Dorian wishes it, of course you must stay. Dorian's whims are laws to everybody, except himself." Lord
29Henry took up his hat and gloves. "You are very pressing, Basil, but I am afraid I must go. I have promised to meet a
30man at the Orleans. Good-bye, Mr. Gray. Come and see me some afternoon in Curzon Street. I am nearly always at home at
31five o'clock. Write to me when you are coming. I should be sorry to miss you." "Basil," cried Dorian Gray, "if Lord
32Henry Wotton goes, I shall go, too. You never open your lips while you are painting, and it is horribly dull standing on
33a platform and trying to look pleasant. Ask him to stay. I insist upon it." "Stay, Harry, to oblige Dorian, and to
34oblige me," said Hallward, gazing intently at his picture. "It is quite true, I never talk when I am working, and never
35listen either, and it must be dreadfully tedious for my unfortunate sitters. I beg you to stay." "But what about my man
36at the Orleans?" The painter laughed. "I don't think there will be any difficulty about that. Sit down again, Harry. And
37now, Dorian, get up on the platform, and don't move about too much, or pay any attention to what Lord Henry says. He has
38a very bad influence over all his friends, with the single exception of myself." Dorian Gray stepped up on the dais with
39the air of a young Greek martyr, and made a little moue of discontent to Lord Henry, to whom he had rather taken a
40fancy. He was so unlike Basil. They made a delightful contrast. And he had such a beautiful voice. After a few moments
41he said to him, "Have you really a very bad influence, Lord Henry? As bad as Basil says?" "There is no such thing as a
42good influence, Mr. Gray. All influence is immoral--immoral from the scientific point of view." "Why?" "Because to
43influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural
44passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo
45of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To
46realize one's nature perfectly--that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They
47have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to one's self. Of course, they are charitable. They
48feed the hungry and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race.
49Perhaps we never really had it. The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the
50secret of religion--these are the two things that govern us. And yet--" "Just turn your head a little more to the right,
51Dorian, like a good boy," said the painter, deep in his work and conscious only that a look had come into the lad's face
52that he had never seen there before. "And yet," continued Lord Henry, in his low, musical voice, and with that graceful
53wave of the hand that was always so characteristic of him, and that he had even in his Eton days, "I believe that if one
54man were to live out his life fully and completely, were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought,
55reality to every dream--I believe that the world would gain such a fresh impulse of joy that we would forget all the
56maladies of mediævalism, and return to the Hellenic ideal--to something finer, richer than the Hellenic ideal, it may
57be. But the bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself. The mutilation of the savage has its tragic survival in the
58self-denial that mars our lives. We are punished for our refusals. Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in
59the mind and poisons us. The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing
60remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret. The only way to get rid of a temptation is
61to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire
62for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful. It has been said that the great events of the world take
63place in the brain. It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also. You, Mr.
64Gray, you yourself, with your rose-red youth and your rose-white boyhood, you have had passions that have made you
65afraid, thoughts that have filled you with terror, day-dreams and sleeping dreams whose mere memory might stain your
66cheek with shame--" "Stop!" faltered Dorian Gray, "stop! you bewilder me. I don't know what to say. There is some answer
67to you, but I cannot find it. Don't speak. Let me think. Or, rather, let me try not to think."
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