He was trembling all over.
"Dorian!" "Don't speak!" "But what is the matter?
Of course I won't look at it if you don't want me to," he said, rather coldly, turning on his heel and going over towards the window.

"But, really, it seems rather absurd that I shouldn't see my own work, especially as I am going to exhibit it in Paris in the autumn.

I shall probably have to give it another coat of varnish before that, so I must see it some day, and why not to-day ?" "To exhibit it! You want to exhibit it ?" exclaimed Dorian Gray, a strange sense of terror creeping over him.

Was the world going to be shown his secret?
Were people to gape at the mystery of his life?
That was impossible.

Something--he did not know what--had to be done at once.
"Yes; I don't suppose you will object to that.