After a pause, Lord Henry pulled out his watch. “I am afraid I have to go, Basil,” he said in a quiet voice. “But before I go I want you to explain to me why you won’t exhibit Dorian Gray’s picture. I want the real reason.”
“Where I heard the name of Dorian Gray.” “Where was it?” asked Hallward with a slight frown. “Don’t look so angry, Basil. It was at my aunt’s, Lady Agatha’s. She told me that she had discovered this wonderful young man. He was going to help her work with the poor people in the East End of London, and his name was Dorian Gray.
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