1 No wonder Basil Hallward worshipped him.
2 Basil Hallward leaped to his feet and began to applaud.
3 He was determined to find out Basil Hallward's mystery.
4 As he was sitting at breakfast next morning, Basil Hallward was shown into the room.
5 "But I thought you had promised Basil Hallward to go and see him," answered Lord Henry.
6 Lord Henry felt as if he could hear Basil Hallward's heart beating, and wondered what was coming.
7 Basil Hallward's compliments had seemed to him to be merely the charming exaggeration of friendship.
8 As he was turning the handle of the door, his eye fell upon the portrait Basil Hallward had painted of him.
9 For the wonderful beauty that had so fascinated Basil Hallward, and many others besides him, seemed never to leave him.
10 Suddenly there flashed across his mind what he had said in Basil Hallward's studio the day the picture had been finished.
11 He pictured to himself with silent amusement the tedious luncheon that he had missed by staying so long with Basil Hallward.
12 "I hate the way you talk about your married life, Harry," said Basil Hallward, strolling towards the door that led into the garden.
13 Perhaps, some day, the cruel look would have passed away from the scarlet sensitive mouth, and he might show to the world Basil Hallward's masterpiece.
14 Harry," said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, "every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
15 He would not see Lord Henry any more--would not, at any rate, listen to those subtle poisonous theories that in Basil Hallward's garden had first stirred within him the passion for impossible things.
16 His unreal and selfish love would yield to some higher influence, would be transformed into some nobler passion, and the portrait that Basil Hallward had painted of him would be a guide to him through life, would be to him what holiness is to some, and conscience to others, and the fear of God to us all.
17 In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.
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