Come, I tell you.

You have chattered enough about corruption.

Now you shall look on it face to face." There was the madness of pride in every word he uttered.

He stamped his foot upon the ground in his boyish insolent manner.

He felt a terrible joy at the thought that some one else was to share his secret, and that the man who had painted the portrait that was the origin of all his shame was to be burdened for the rest of his life with the hideous memory of what he had done.
"Yes," he continued, coming closer to him and looking steadfastly into his stern eyes, "I shall show you my soul.