his name,” James said again, angrily. “He is a rich young man, and he will not marry you.”
“He is a prince!” she cried musically. “What more do you want?”
“He wants to enslave you. Sibyl, you are mad about him.”
She laughed and took his arm.
Just then a carriage drove by. There were two women in it and a young man with curly blond hair and laughing eyes.
“Oh, look! Look, there he is! He’s in that carriage!” Sibyl shouted.
“Who?”
“Prince Charming.”
“Where? Show him to me.”
She pointed across the park at a carriage. James looked across the park. But, at that moment, another carriage suddenly passed in front of the brother and sister. James never saw Prince Charming.
“Oh dear,” said Sibyl, “I wanted you to see him.”
“I wanted to see him too,” replied her brother, “because I will kill him if he ever hurts you. Do you hear me Sybil? I’ll kill him!”
James Vane’s eyes looked red with anger. At first Sibyl was angry with her brother. But she remembered that he was sixteen years old. He was a boy. He had never been in love.
“You won’t hurt a man I love, will you, James?” she said.
“No, I won’t,” he said at last. “I won’t hurt him if you love him.”
“I will always love Prince Charming,” said Sibyl. “And he will always love me.”
So Sibyl and James were friends again. But that evening, James spoke again to their mother.
“If this young man hurts Sibyl,” said he again. “I will find him and I will kill him. I will kill him like a dog!”
“Jim, what are you saying? Come, let us go. You will be late for your boat.”
Chapter 6
“I suppose you have heard the news, Basil?” said Lord Henry the following evening. They were in the dining-room of the Bristol Hotel.
“No, Harry,” answered the artist, giving his hat and coat to the waiter. “What is it? Nothing about politics, I hope! They don’t interest me.”
“Dorian Gray is going to be married,” said Lord Henry, watching him as he spoke.
Hallward frowned. “Impossible!” he cried.
“It is perfectly true.”
“To whom?”
“To some little actress.”
“I can’t believe it. Dorian is far too sensible.[44]”
“Basil, whenever a man does a completely stupid thing, it is always for a good reason.”
“I hope this girl is good, Harry. I don’t want to see Dorian tied to some vile creature.”
“Oh, she is better than good – she is beautiful,” murmured Lord Henry. “Dorian says that she is beautiful and he is not often wrong about these things. Your portrait has helped him understand beauty in others. We are to see her tonight, if that boy doesn’t forget.”
“Are you serious?”
“Quite serious, Basil.”
“But how can Dorian marry an actress, Harry? It is absurd,” cried the painter, walking up and down the room, biting his lip. “Do you approve of it, Harry? You can’t approve of it, possibly.”
“I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now. You know I am not a champion of marriage. Dorian Gray falls in love with a beautiful actress who plays Juliet. He asks her to marry him. Why not? I hope that Dorian Gray marries this girl and worships her for six months. Then he can suddenly become fascinated by another woman.”
“You don’t mean a single word of that,[45] Harry! I know you don’t really want Dorian Gray’s life to be spoiled. You are much better than you pretend to be.”
Lord Henry laughed. “The reason we all like to think so well of others is because we are afraid for ourselves. But here is Dorian himself. He will tell you more than I can.”
“My dear Harry, my dear Basil, you must both congratulate me!” said the boy, throwing off his coat and shaking each of his friends’ hands. “I have never been so happy. Of course it is sudden – all the best things are. And yet it seems to me to be the one thing I have been looking for all my life.”
“I hope you will always be very happy, Dorian,” said Hallward, “but why did you not tell me? You let Harry know…”
“There really is not much to tell,” cried Dorian as they took their seats at the small round table. “Last night I went to see her again. After, when we were sitting together, there came into her eyes a wonderful look. It was something I had never seen there before. We kissed each other. I can’t describe to you what I felt at that moment.”
“Have you seen her today?” asked Lord Henry.
Dorian Gray shook his head. “I have left her in Shakespeare’s forest. I will find her in his garden.”
“At what exact point did you use the word marriage, Dorian? And what did she say in answer? Perhaps you forgot all about it?”
“My dear Harry, it was not a business meeting. I told her that I loved her, and she said she was not worthy to be my wife.”
“Women are wonderfully practical,” murmured Lord Henry, “much more practical than we are.”
“But my dear Dorian —”
Hallward put his hand on Lord Henry’s arm, “Don’t, Harry.[46] You have annoyed Dorian. He is not like other men. He would never harm anyone.”
Lord Henry looked across the table. “Dorian is never annoyed with me,” he answered.
Dorian Gray laughed. “When I am with Sibyl Vane I don’t believe in anything you have taught me. I forget all your fascinating, terrible ideas.”
“And those are..?” asked Lord Henry, helping himself to some salad.
“Oh, your theories about life, your theories about love, your theories about pleasure. All your theories, in fact, Harry.”
“Pleasure is the only thing worth having ideas about,[47]” he answered, in his slow, melodious voice. “When we are happy we are always good, but when we are good we are not always happy.”
“I know what pleasure is,” cried Dorian Gray. “It is to worship someone.”
“That is certainly better than when someone worships you.”
“Harry, you are terrible! I don’t know why I like you so much. Let us go down to the theatre. When you see Sibyl you will change your ideas.”
They got up and put on their coats. The painter was silent and thoughtful. He felt very sad. Dorian Gray would never again be to him all that he had been in the past. Life had come between them.
When he arrived at the theatre it seemed to Hallward that he had grown years older.
Chapter 7
The theatre was crowded that night. It was terribly hot and there were young people shouting to each other from across seats. Women were laughing loudly and their voices sounded horrible. People were eating oranges and drinking from bottles. Their voices were horribly shrill and discordant.
“What a place to find the perfect girl in!” said Lord Henry.
“Yes!” answered Dorian Gray. “It was here I found her. When you see her act, you will forget that you are in London. People in this theatre