THE+PICTURE+OF+DORIAN+GRAY

Slowly he remembered what had happened the night before.The dead man was still sitting rhere, and in the sunlight now. Howhorrible that was! Such terrible things were for the darkness, northe day.After he had drunk his cup of chocolate, he went over to thetable and wrote fwo letters. one he put in his pocker, and the otherhe handed to his servant.'Take this round to 1,52 Hertford Street, Francis.If Mr Campbelis out of town, get his address.''W'hen the servant had gone, he lit a cigarette, and began drawingon a piece of paper. First he drew flowers, then houses, then humanfaces. Suddenly he realized that every ñce he drew looked like BasilHallward. He frowned and went over to lie on the sofa.An hour went past very slowly. Every second he kept looking upat the clock. As the minutes went by he became horribly worried.He got up and walked around the room. His hands were strangelycold.At last the door opened, and his servant entered.'Mr Campbell, sir,'said the man.The colour came back to his cheeks.'Ask him to come in at once, Francis.' He felt himself again. Hisfear had gone away.In a few moments Alan Campbell walked in. He looked veryangry and rather worried.'A-lan! This is kind of you. I thank you for coming.''l hoped never to enter your house agaín, Gray. But you said itwas a question of life and death.'His voice was hard and cold, andhe kept his hands in the pockets of his coar.'Yes, it is a question of life and death,Alan.And to more than oneperson. Sit down.'Campbell took a chair by the table, and Dorian sar opposite him.The two men's eyes met. In Doriant there was great sadness. Heknew that what he was going to do was terrible.