You make it so much more difficult for me." "What is it all about ?" cried Dorian in his petulant way, flinging himself down on the sofa.

"I hope it is not about myself.

I am tired of myself to-night.

I should like to be somebody else." "It is about yourself," answered Hallward in his grave deep voice, "and I must say it to you.

I shall only keep you half an hour." Dorian sighed and lit a cigarette.