Портрет Доріана Грея
Chapter 13
AgroanbrokefromCampbell’slips,andheshiveredallover. ThetickingoftheclockonthemantelpieceseemedtohimtobedividingTimeintoseparateatomsofagony,eachofwhichwastooterribletobeborne. Hefeltasifanironringwasbeingslowlytightenedroundhisforehead,asifthedisgracewithwhichhewasthreatenedhadalreadycomeuponhim. Thehanduponhisshoulderweighedlikeahandoflead. Itwasintolerable. Itseemedtocrushhim.
"Come,Alan,youmustdecideatonce."
"Icannotdoit,"hesaid,mechanically,asthoughwordscouldalterthings.
"Youmust. Youhavenochoice. Don’tdelay."
Hehesitatedamoment. "Isthereafireintheroomupstairs?"
"Yes,thereisagas-firewithasbestos."
"Ishallhavetogohomeandgetsomethingsfromthelaboratory."
"No,Alan,youmustnotleavethehouse. Writeoutonasheetofnote-paperwhatyouwant,andmyservantwilltakeacabandbringthethingsbacktoyou."
Campbellscrawledafewlines,blottedthem,andaddressedanenvelopetohisassistant. Doriantookthenoteupandreaditcarefully. Thenherangthebell,andgaveittohisvalet,withorderstoreturnassoonaspossible,andtobringthethingswithhim.
Asthehalldoorshut,Campbellstartednervously,and,havinggotupfromthechair,wentovertothechimney-piece.