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t us talk about it any more； and dont try to persuade me that the first good action i have done for years； the first little bit of self…sacrifice i have ever known； is really a sort of sin。 i want to be better。 i am going to be better。 tell me something about yourself。 what is going on in town？ i have not been to the club for days。〃
〃the people are still discussing poor basils disappearance。〃
〃i should have thought they had got tired of that by this time；〃 said dorian； pouring himself out some wine and frowning slightly。
〃my dear boy； they have only been talking about it for six weeks； and the british public are really not equal to the mental strain of having more than one topic every three months。 they have been very fortunate lately； however。 they have had my own divorce…case and alan campbells suicide。 now they have got the mysterious disappearance of an artist。 scotland yard still insists that the man in the grey ulster who left for paris by the midnight train on the ninth of november was poor basil； and the french police declare that basil never arrived in paris at all。 i suppose in about a fortnight we shall be told that he has been seen in san francisco。 it is an odd thing； but every one who disappears is said to be seen at san francisco。 it must be a delightful city； and possess all the attractions of the next world。〃
〃what do you think has happened to basil？〃 asked dorian； holding up his burgundy against the light and wondering how it was that he could discuss the matter so calmly。
〃i have not the slightest idea。 if basil chooses to hide himself； it is no business of mine。 if he is dead； i dont want to think about him。 death is the only thing that ever terrifies me。 i hate it。〃
〃why？〃 said the younger man wearily。
〃because；〃 said lord henry； passing beneath his nostrils the gilt trellis of an open vinaigrette box； 〃one can survive everything nowadays except that。 death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away。 let us have our coffee in the music…room； dorian。 you must play chopin to me。 the man with whom my wife ran away played chopin exquisitely。 poor victoria！ i was very fond of her。 the house is rather lonely without her。 of course； married life is merely a habit； a bad habit。 but then one regrets the loss even of ones worst habits。 perhaps one regrets them the most。 they are such an essential part of ones personality。〃
dorian said nothing； but rose from the table； and passing into the next room； sat down to the piano and let his fingers stray across the white and black ivory of the keys。 after the coffee had been brought in； he stopped； and looking over at lord henry； said； 〃harry； did it ever occur to you that basil was murdered？〃
lord henry yawned。 〃basil was very popular； and always wore a waterbury watch。 why should he have been murdered？ he was not clever enough to have enemies。 of course； he had a wonderful genius for painting。 but a man can paint like velasquez and yet be as dull as possible。 basil was really rather dull。 he only interested me once； and that was when he told me； years ago； that he had a wild adoration for you and that you were the dominant motive of his art。〃
〃i was very fond of basil；〃 said dorian with a note of sadness in his voice。 〃but dont people say that he was murdered？〃
〃oh； some of the papers do。 it does not seem to me to be at all probable。 i know there are dreadful places in paris； but basil was not the sort of man to have gone to them。 he had no curiosity。 it was his chief defect。〃
〃what would you say； harry； if i told you that i had murdered basil？〃 said the younger man。 he watched him intently after he had spoken。
〃i would say； my dear fellow； that you were posing for a character that doesnt suit you。 all crime is vulgar； just as all vulgarity is crime。 it is not in you； dorian； to mit a murder。 i am sorry if i hurt your vanity by saying so； but i assure you it is true。 crime belongs exclusively to the lower orders。 i dont blame them in the smallest degree。 i should fancy that crime was to them what art is to us； simply a method of procuring extraordinary sensations。〃
〃a method of procuring sensations？ do you think； then； that a man who has once mitted a murder could possibly do the same crime again？ dont tell me that。〃
〃oh！ anything bees a pleasure if one does it too often；〃 cried lord henry； laughing。 〃that is one of the most important secrets of life。 i should fancy； however； that murder is always a mistake。 one should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner。 but let us pass from poor basil。 i wish i could believe that he had e to such a really romantic end as you suggest； but i cant。 i dare say he fell into the seine off an omnibus and that the conductor hushed up the scandal。 yes： i should fancy that was his end。 i see him lying now on his back under those dull…green waters； with the heavy barges floating over him and long weeds catching in his hair。 do you know； i dont think he would have done much more good work。 during the last ten years his painting had gone off very much。〃
dorian heaved a sigh； and lord henry strolled across the room and began to stroke the head of a curious java parrot； a large； grey…plumaged bird with pink crest and tail； that was balancing itself upon a bamboo perch。 as his pointed fingers touched it； it dropped the white scurf of crinkled lids over black； glasslike eyes and began to sway backwards and forwards。
〃yes；〃 he continued； turning round and taking his handkerchief out of his pocket； 〃his painting had quite gone off。 it seemed to me to have lost something。 it had lost an ideal。 when you and he ceased to be great friends； he ceased to be a great artist。 what was it separated you？ i suppose he bored you。 if so； he never forgave you。 its a habit bores have。 by the way； what has bee of that wonderful portrait he did of you？ i dont think i have ever seen it since he finished it。 oh！ i remember your telling me years ago that you had sent it down to selby； and that it had got mislaid or stolen on the way。 you never got it back？ what a pity！ it was really a masterpiece。 i remember i wanted to buy it。 i wish i had now。 it belonge