1The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light2As they entered they saw Dorian Gray. He was seated at the piano, with3At half-past twelve next day Lord Henry Wotton strolled from Curzon4One afternoon, a month later, Dorian Gray was reclining in a luxurious5“Mother, Mother, I am so happy!” whispered the girl, burying her face6“I suppose you have heard the news, Basil?” said Lord Henry that7For some reason or other, the house was crowded that night, and the fat8It was long past noon when he awoke. His valet had crept several times9As he was sitting at breakfast next morning, Basil Hallward was shown10When his servant entered, he looked at him steadfastly and wondered if11For years, Dorian Gray could not free himself from the influence of12It was on the ninth of November, the eve of his own thirty-eighth13He passed out of the room and began the ascent, Basil Hallward14At nine o’clock the next morning his servant came in with a cup of15That evening, at eight-thirty, exquisitely dressed and wearing a large16A cold rain began to fall, and the blurred street-lamps looked ghastly17A week later Dorian Gray was sitting in the conservatory at Selby18The next day he did not leave the house, and, indeed, spent most of the19“There is no use your telling me that you are going to be good,” cried20It was a lovely night, so warm that he threw his coat over his arm and
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