Medicine? [Dorian's mind flickers back to his portrait, and it sets a certain panic to him. Jekyll doesn't know. But what if Dorian asked him? Perhaps Jekyll could know something, could help. And yet he can't bear to tell Jekyll the terrible secret, and he flustered at the suggestion.] Do you really think we'll get ill? That is, I mean, very kind of you, of course—ah, a basket would be best, please!