He showed me a letter that his wife had written to him when she was dying alone in her villa at Mentone.

Your name was implicated in the most terrible confession I ever read.

I told him that it was absurd--that I knew you thoroughly and that you were incapable of anything of the kind.

Know you?
I wonder do I know you?
Before I could answer that, I should have to see your soul." "To see my soul!" muttered Dorian Gray, starting up from the sofa and turning almost white from fear.
"Yes," answered Hallward gravely, and with deep-toned sorrow in his voice, "to see your soul.

But only God can do that." A bitter laugh of mockery broke from the lips of the younger man.