"I am afraid I must be going, Basil," he murmured, "and before I go, I insist on your answering a question I put to you some time ago." "What is that ?" said the painter, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground.
"You know quite well." "I do not, Harry." "Well, I will tell you what it is.

I want you to explain to me why you won't exhibit Dorian Gray's picture.

I want the real reason." "I told you the real reason." "No, you did not.

You said it was because there was too much of yourself in it.

Now, that is childish." "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.