Портрет Доріана Грея
Chapter 6
shespokethewordsasthoughtheyconveyednomeaningtoher. Itwasnotnervousness. Indeed,sofarfrombeingnervous,shewasabsolutelyself-contained. Itwassimplybadart.Shewasacompletefailure.
Eventhecommon,uneducatedaudienceofthepitandgallerylosttheirinterestintheplay. Theygotrestless,andbegantotalkloudlyandtowhistle. TheJewmanager,whowasstandingatthebackofthedress-circle,stampedandsworewithrage. Theonlypersonunmovedwasthegirlherself.
Whenthesecondactwasovertherecameastormofhisses,andLordHenrygotupfromhischairandputonhiscoat. "Sheisquitebeautiful,Dorian,"hesaid,"butshecan’tact.Letusgo."
"Iamgoingtoseetheplaythrough,"answeredthelad,inahard,bittervoice. "IamawfullysorrythatIhavemadeyouwasteanevening,Harry. Iapologisetoyouboth."
"MydearDorian,IshouldthinkMissVanewasill,"interruptedHallward. "Wewillcomesomeothernight."
"Iwishshewereill,"herejoined."Butsheseemstometobesimplycallousandcold.Shehasentirelyaltered. Lastnightshewasagreatartist. Thiseveningsheismerelyacommonplace,mediocreactress."
"Don’ttalklikethataboutanyoneyoulove,Dorian. LoveisamorewonderfulthingthanArt."
"Theyarebothsimplyformsofimitation,"remarkedLordHenry."Butdoletusgo.