There was something in the purity and refinement of that sad face that seemed to enrage him.
"You are infamous, absolutely infamous!" he muttered.
"Hush, Alan.

You have saved my life," said Dorian.
"Your life?
Good heavens! what a life that is! You have gone from corruption to corruption, and now you have culminated in crime.

In doing what I am going to do--what you force me to do--it is not of your life that I am thinking." "Ah, Alan," murmured Dorian with a sigh, "I wish you had a thousandth part of the pity for me that I have for you." He turned away as he spoke and stood looking out at the garden.

Campbell made no answer.
After about ten minutes a knock came to the door, and the servant entered, carrying a large mahogany chest of chemicals, with a long coil of steel and platinum wire and two rather curiously shaped iron clamps.
"Shall I leave the things here, sir ?" he asked Campbell.
"Yes," said Dorian.

"And I am afraid, Francis, that I have another errand for you.