Портрет Доріана Грея

           Heturnedround. "WhatIhavetosayisthis,"hecried. "Youmustgivemesomeanswertothesehorriblechargesthataremadeagainstyou. Ifyoutellmethattheyareabsolutelyuntruefrombeginningtoend,Ishallbelieveyou. Denythem,Dorian,denythem! Can’tyouseewhatIamgoingthrough? MyGod! don’ttellmethatyouarebad,andcorrupt,andshameful." 

           DorianGraysmiled.Therewasacurlofcontemptinhislips. "Comeupstairs,Basil,"hesaid,quietly. "Ikeepadiaryofmylifefromdaytoday,anditneverleavestheroominwhichitiswritten. Ishallshowittoyouifyoucomewithme." 

           "Ishallcomewithyou,Dorian,ifyouwishit. IseeIhavemissedmytrain. Thatmakesnomatter. Icangoto-morrow. Butdon’taskmetoreadanythingto-night. AllIwantisaplainanswertomyquestion." 

           "Thatshallbegiventoyouupstairs. Icouldnotgiveithere. Youwillnothavetoreadlong."