him.Hekheprecisepsychologieosaynothiintenselyied.Hewasamazedatthesuddenimpressionthathiswordshadproduced,and,rememberingabookthathehadreadwhenhewassixteen,abookwhichhadrevealedtohimmuchthathehadnotknownbefore,hewonderedwhetherDrayassingthroughasimilarexperience.Hehadmerelyshotanarrowintotheair.Hadithitthemark?Howfasatingtheladwas!

    Hallaintedawaywiththatmarvellousboldtouchofhis,thathadthetruerefiandperfectdelicacythatinart,atanyrateesonlyfrth.Hewasunsciousofthesilence.

    "Basil,Iamtiredofstanding,"criedDraysuddenly."Imustgooutandsitinthegarden.Theairisstiflinghere."

    "Mydearfellow,Iamsosorry.WhenIampainting,Itthinkofanythingelse.Butyoubetter.Youwereperfectlystill.AndIhavecaughttheeffectIwahehalf-partedlipsandthebrightlookintheeyes.IdontknowwhatHarryhasbeensayingtoyou,buthehascertainlymadeyouhavethemostwonderfulexpression.Isupposehehasbeenpayingyoupliments.Youmustntbelieveawordthathesays."

    "Hehascertainlynotbeenpayingmepliments.PerhapsthatisthereasonthatIdontbelieveanythioldme."

    "Youknowyoubelieveitall,"saidLordHenry,lookingathimwithhisdreamylanguorouseyes."Iwillgoouttothegardenwithyou.Itishorriblyhotiudio.Basil,letushavesomethiodrink,somethingwithstrawberriesinit."

    "Certainly,Harry.Justtouchthebell,andwhenParkeresIwilltellhimwhatyouwant.Ihavegottoworkupthisbackground,soIwilljoinyoulateron.DontkeepDoriantoolong.IhaveneverbeeerformforpaintingthanIamto-day.Thisisgoingtobemymast