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"Never."

"Well, perhaps you are right. And now good-bye, Dorian. You have

been the one person in my life who has really influenced my art.

Whatever I have done that is good, I owe to you. Ah! you don't

know what it cost me to tell you all that I have told you."

"My dear Basil," said Dorian, "what have you told me? Simply that

you felt that you admired me too much. That is not even a

compliment."

"It was not intended as a compliment. It was a confession. Now

that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me.

Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words."

"It was a very disappointing confession."

"Why, what did you expect, Dorian? You didn't see anything else

in the picture, did you? There was nothing else to see?"

"No; there was nothing else to see. Why do you ask? But you

mustn't talk about worship. It is foolish. You and I are friends,

Basil, and we must always remain so."

"You have got Harry," said the painter sadly.