rwhatIhavetoldyou.AsIsaidtoHarry,once,youaremadetobeworshipped."

    Draydrewaloh.Thecolourcamebacktohischeeks,andasmileplayedabouthislips.Theperilwasover.Hewassafeforthetime.Yethecouldnothelpfeelinginfiyforthepainterwhohadjustmadethisstrangefessiontohim,andwonderedifhehimselfwouldeverbesodomihepersonalityofafriend.LordHenryhadthecharmofbeingverydangerous.Butthatwasall.Hewastoocleverandtooicaltobereallyfondof.Wouldthereeverbesomeonewhowouldfillhimwithastrangeidolatry?Wasthatohethingsthatlifehadinstore?

    "Itisextraordinarytome,Dorian,"saidHallward,"thatyoushouldhaveseenthisirait.Didyoureallyseeit?"

    "Isawsomethinginit,"heanswered,"somethingthatseemedtomeverycurious."

    "Well,youdontmindmylookingatthethingnow?"

    Dorianshookhishead."Youmustnotaskmethat,Basil.Icouldnotpossiblyletyoustandinfrontofthatpicture."

    "Youwillsomeday,surely?"

    "Never."

    "Well,perhapsyht.Andnowgood-bye,Dorian.Youhavebeentheonepersoninmylifewhohasreallyinfluencedmyart.WhateverIhavedoisgood,Iowetoyou.Ah!youdontknowwhatitetotellyouallthatIhavetoldyou."

    "MydearBasil,"saidDorian,"whathaveyoutoldme?Simplythatyoufeltthatyouadmiredmetoomuch.Thatisnotevenapliment."

    "Itwasnotintendedasapliment.Itwasafession.NowthatIhavemadeit,somethiohavegoofme.Perhapsoneshouldonesworshipintowords."

    "Itwasaverydisappointingfession."