Question #5
Describing his first meeting with Dorian Gray, Basil tells Wotton, "I had a strange feeling that Fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows. I knew that if I spoke to Dorian I would become absolutely devoted to him, and that I ought not to speak to him. I grew afraid, and turned to quit the room."
What does the word "exquisite" mean?
Question #6
Basil met Dorian at a party given by Lady Brandon, a woman whom Wotton also knows. When Basil comments on her "shrill horrid voice", Wotton uses a witty metaphor to describe her: "Yes; she is a peacock in everything but beauty,"
Based on Wotton's description, which of these characteristics does Lady Brandon possess?
Question #7
Explaining his attachment to Dorian, Basil tells Harry Wotton: "Dorian Gray is merely to me a motive in art. He is never more present in my work than when no image of him is there. He is simply a suggestion, as I have said, of a new manner. I see him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and the subtleties of certain colors. That is all."
What does the word "motive" mean?
Question #8
At the end of the chapter, Basil's butler announces that Dorian Gray has arrived. Wotton is happy because this means Basil cannot avoid introducing him to Dorian, but Basil is not as pleased. Why not?
Question #9
Were there any events that weren't clear to you?
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| 1) | What is this chapter mainly about? |
| 4) | What is the reason that Basil gives for not wanting to tell Lord Wotton the name of the young man in the portrait? |
| 9) | Were there any events that weren't clear to you? |
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CHAPTER 2
As they entered they saw Dorian Gray. He was seated at the piano, with his back to them, turning over the pages of a volume of Schumann's "Forest Scenes." "You must lend me these, Basil," he cried. "I want to learn them. They are perfectly charming."
"That entirely depends on how you sit to–day, Dorian."
"Oh, I am tired of sitting, and I don't want a life–sized portrait of myself," answered the lad, swinging round on the music–stool in a wilful, petulant manner. When he caught sight of Lord Henry, a faint blush coloured his cheeks for a moment, and he started up. "I beg your pardon, Basil, but I didn't know you had any one with you."
"This is Lord Henry Wotton, Dorian, an old Oxford friend of mine. I have just been telling him what a capital sitter you were, and now you have spoiled everything."
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"You have not spoiled my pleasure in meeting you, Mr. Gray," said Lord Henry, stepping forward and extending his hand. "My aunt has often spoken to me about you. You are one of her favourites, and, I am afraid, one of her victims also."
"I am in Lady Agatha's black books at present," answered Dorian with a funny look of penitence. "I promised to go to a club in Whitechapel with her last Tuesday, and I really forgot all about it. We were to have played a duet together––three duets, I believe. I don't know what she will say to me. I am far too frightened to call."
"Oh, I will make your peace with my aunt. She is quite devoted to you. And I don't think it really matters about your not being there. The audience probably thought it was a duet. When Aunt Agatha sits down to the piano, she makes quite enough noise for two people."
"That is very horrid to her, and not very nice to me," answered Dorian, laughing.
Lord Henry looked at him. Yes, he was certainly wonderfully handsome, with his finely curved scarlet lips, his frank blue eyes, his crisp gold hair. There was something in his face that made one trust him at once. All the candour of youth was there, as well as all youth's passionate purity. One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from the world. No wonder Basil Hallward worshipped him.
"You are too charming to go in for philanthropy, Mr. Gray––far too charming." And Lord Henry flung himself down on the divan and opened his cigarette–case.