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not go in for philanthropy."
"I don't know that I shall tell you that, Mr. Gray. But I certainly will not run awaygo, now thatas you have asked me to stop. You don't really mind, Basil? Do you? You have often told me that you liked your sitter to have someone to chat to."
Hallward bit his lip. "If Dorian wishes it, of course you must stay. Dorian's whims are law to every body, except himself."
Lord Henry took up his hat and gloves. "You are very pressing, Basil, but I am afraid I must go. I have promised to meet a man at the Orleans. Goodbye, Mr. Gray. Come and see me some afternoon in Curzon Street. I am always at home, at five o' clock."
"Basil," cried Dorian Gray, "If Lord Henry goes I shall go too. You never open your lips while you are painting, and it is horribly dull standing on a platform, and trying to look pleasant. Ask him to stay. I insist upon it."
"Stay, Harry, to oblige Dorian, and to oblige me," said Hallward, gazing intently at his picture. "It is quite true. I never talk when I am working and never listen, either, and it must be dreadfully tedious for my unfortunate sitters. I beg you to stay."
