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There was a silence. The evening darkened in the room.

Noiselessly, and with silver feet, the shadows crept in from the

garden. The colours faded wearily out of things.

After some time Dorian Gray looked up. "You have explained me to

myself, Harry," he murmured with something of a sigh of relief.

"I felt all that you have said, but somehow I was afraid of it,

and I could not express it to myself. How well you know me! But

we will not talk again of what has happened. It has been a

marvellous experience. That is all. I wonder if life has still in

store for me anything as marvellous."

"Life has everything in store for you, Dorian. There is nothing

that you, with your extraordinary good looks, will not be able to

do."

"But suppose, Harry, I became haggard, and old, and wrinkled?

What then?"