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"Dorian! What an extraordinary piece of luck! I have been waiting

for you in your library ever since nine o'clock. Finally I took

pity on your tired servant and told him to go to bed, as he let

me out. I am off to Paris by the midnight train, and I

particularly wanted to see you before I left. I thought it was

you, or rather your fur coat, as you passed me. But I wasn't

quite sure. Didn't you recognize me?"

"In this fog, my dear Basil? Why, I can't even recognize

Grosvenor Square. I believe my house is somewhere about here, but

I don't feel at all certain about it. I am sorry you are going

away, as I have not seen you for ages. But I suppose you will be

back soon?"

"No: I am going to be out of England for six months. I intend to

take a studio in Paris and shut myself up till I have finished a

great picture I have in my head. However, it wasn't about myself

I wanted to talk. Here we are at your door. Let me come in for a

moment. I have something to say to you."