Had it hit the mark?
How fascinating the lad was! Hallward painted away with that marvellous bold touch of his, that had the true refinement and perfect delicacy that in art, at any rate comes only from strength.

He was unconscious of the silence.
"Basil, I am tired of standing," cried Dorian Gray suddenly.

"I must go out and sit in the garden.

The air is stifling here." "My dear fellow, I am so sorry.

When I am painting, I can't think of anything else.