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Dorian shook his head, and a look of annoyance passed over his

face at the mention of the word "inquest." There was something so

crude and vulgar about everything of the kind. "They don't know

my name," he answered.

"But surely she did?"

"Only my Christian name, and that I am quite sure she never

mentioned to any one. She told me once that they were all rather

curious to learn who I was, and that she invariably told them my

name was Prince Charming. It was pretty of her. You must do me a

drawing of Sibyl, Basil. I should like to have something more of

her than the memory of a few kisses and some broken pathetic

words."

"I will try and do something, Dorian, if it would please you. But

you must come and sit to me yourself again. I can't get on

without you."

"I can never sit to you again, Basil. It is impossible!" he

exclaimed, starting back.