CHAPTER X. (XII).

77 It was on the 7th of November, the eve of his own thirty-second birthday. (219)

79 the most dreadful things are being said about you in London,--things that I could hardly repeat to you." (222)

79 You used to be a friend of Lord Cawdor. (224)

79 Dorian, Dorian, your reputation is infamous. I know you and Harry are great friends. I say nothing about that now. (226)

81 You know I have been always devoted to you." (228)

81 "My God! don't tell me that you are infamous!" (229)

81 Don't keep me waiting." (229)