Chapter Two

When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties. I never know where my wife is, and my wife never knows what I am doing. but she merely laughs at me.” “I hate the way you talk about your married life, Harry,” said Basil Hallward, strolling towards the door that led into the garden. “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. ...[Leer más]