uldhardlycareforsuarra,Basil,"criedLordHenry,laughing."Itwouldberatherhardlinesonyourwork."

    "Ishouldobjectverystrongly,Harry,"saidHallward.

    Drayturnedandlookedathim."Ibelieveyouwould,Basil.Youlikeyourartbetterthanyourfriends.Iamnomoretoyouthanagreenbronzefigure.Hardlyasmuch,Idaresay."

    Thepaiaredinamazement.ItwassounlikeDoriantospeaklikethat.Whathadhappened?Heseemedquiteangry.Hisfacewasflushedandhischeeksburning.

    "Yes,"hetinued,"IamlesstoyouthanyourivoryHermesoryoursilverFaun.Youwilllikethemalways.Howlongwillyoulikeme?TillIhavemyfirstwrinkle,Isuppose.Iknow,now,thatwhenonelosesonesgoodlooks,whatevertheymaybe,oneloseseverything.Yourpicturehastaughtmethat.LordHenryWottonisperfectlyright.Youthistheonlythingworthhaving.WhenIfindthatIamgrowingold,Ishallkillmyself."

    Hallwardturnedpaleandcaughthishand."Dorian!Dorian!"hecried,"donttalklikethat.Ihaveneverhadsuchafriendasyou,andIshallneverhavesuother.Youarenotjealousofmaterialthings,areyou?--youwhoarefihananyofthem!"

    "Iamjealousofeverythingwhosebeautydoesnotdie.Iamjealousoftheportraityouhavepaintedofme.WhyshoulditkeepwhatImustlose?Everymomentthatpassestakessomethingfrommeandgivessomethingtoit.Oh,ifitwereonlytheotherway!Ifthepicturecouldge,andIcouldbealwayswhatIamnow!Whydidyoupaintit?Itwillmockmesomeday--mockmehorribly!"Thehottearswelledintohiseyes;hetorehishandawayand,flinginghimselfonthedivan,heburiedhisfathecus