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"Very well," said Hallward, and he went over and laid down his

cup on the tray. "It is rather late, and, as you have to dress,

you had better lose no time. Good-bye, Harry. Good-bye, Dorian.

Come and see me soon. Come to-morrow."

"Certainly."

"You won't forget?"

"No, of course not," cried Dorian.

"And ... Harry!"

"Yes, Basil?"

"Remember what I asked you, when we were in the garden this

morning."

"I have forgotten it."

"I trust you."

"I wish I could trust myself," said Lord Henry, laughing. "Come,

Mr. Gray, my hansom is outside, and I can drop you at your own

place. Good-bye, Basil. It has been a most interesting

afternoon."

As the door closed behind them, the painter flung himself down on

a sofa, and a look of pain came into his face.

CHAPTER III.