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"Basil, I am tired of standing," cried Dorian Gray suddenly. "I

must go out and sit in the garden. The air is stifling here."

"My dear fellow, I am so sorry. When I am painting, I can't think

of anything else. But you never sat better. You were perfectly

still. And I have caught the effect I wanted-the half-parted lips

and the bright look in the eyes. I don't know what Harry has been

saying to you, but he has certainly made you have the most

wonderful expression. I suppose he has been paying you

compliments. You mustn't believe a word that he says."

"He has certainly not been paying me compliments. Perhaps that is

the reason that I don't believe anything he has told me."

"You know you believe it all," said Lord Henry, looking at him

with his dreamy languorous eyes. "I will go out to the garden

with you. It is horribly hot in the studio. Basil, let us have

something iced to drink, something with strawberries in it."