1 It is horribly hot in the studio.
2 As they entered the studio, Dorian Gray put his hand upon Lord Henry's arm.
3 "Mr. Dorian Gray is in the studio, sir," said the butler, coming into the garden.
4 As a rule, he is charming to me, and we sit in the studio and talk of a thousand things.
5 She had all the delicate grace of that Tanagra figurine that you have in your studio, Basil.
6 Suddenly the painter appeared at the door of the studio and made staccato signs for them to come in.
7 I intend to take a studio in Paris and shut myself up till I have finished a great picture I have in my head.
8 You look exactly the same wonderful boy who, day after day, used to come down to my studio to sit for his picture.
9 Suddenly there flashed across his mind what he had said in Basil Hallward's studio the day the picture had been finished.
10 With a stifled sob the lad leaped from the couch, and, rushing over to Hallward, tore the knife out of his hand, and flung it to the end of the studio.
11 He was a marvellous type, too, this lad, whom by so curious a chance he had met in Basil's studio, or could be fashioned into a marvellous type, at any rate.
12 And yet I see you very seldom, and you never come down to the studio now, and when I am away from you, and I hear all these hideous things that people are whispering about you, I don't know what to say.
13 The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
14 Well, after a few days the thing left my studio, and as soon as I had got rid of the intolerable fascination of its presence, it seemed to me that I had been foolish in imagining that I had seen anything in it, more than that you were extremely good-looking and that I could paint.