Kitobdan sitatalar «Портрет Дориана Грея / The Picture of Dorian Gray»

too frightened to call.” Lord Henry looked at him. Yes, he was certainly wonderfully handsome, with his curved red lips, honest blue eyes and gold hair. “Oh, don’t worry about my aunt. You are one of her favourite people. And you are too charming to waste time working for poor people.” Lord Henry sat down on the sofa and opened his cigarette box. The painter was busy mixing colours and getting his brushes ready. Suddenly, he looked at Lord Henry and said, “Harry, I want to finish this picture today. Would you think it very rude of me if I asked you to go away?” Lord Henry smiled, and looked at Dorian Gray. “Shall I go, Mr. Gray?” he asked. “Oh, please don’t, Lord Henry. I see that Basil is in one of his difficult moods, and I hate it when he is difficult. And I want you to tell me why I should not help the poor people.” “That would be very boring, Mr. Gray. But I certainly will not run away if you do not want me to. You don’t really mind, Basil, do you? You have often told me that you liked your sitters to have some one to chat to.” Hallward bit his lip. “If Dorian wishes it, of course you must stay.” Lord Henry took up his hat and gloves. “No, I am afraid I must go. Good-bye, Mr. Gray. Come and see me some afternoon in Curzon Street.[16] I am nearly always at home at five o’clock. Write to me when you are coming. I should be sorry to miss you.”