Портрет Доріана Грея
Chapter 4
"Myson,don’tsaysuchdreadfulthings,"murmuredMrs.Vane,takingupatawdrytheatricaldress,withasigh,andbeginningtopatchit. Shefeltalittledisappointedthathehadnotjoinedthegroup. Itwouldhaveincreasedthetheatricalpicturesquenessofthesituation.
"Whynot,mother?Imeanit."
"Youpainme,myson. ItrustyouwillreturnfromAustraliainapositionofaffluence. IbelievethereisnosocietyofanykindintheColonies,nothingthatIwouldcallsociety; sowhenyouhavemadeyourfortuneyoumustcomebackandassertyourselfinLondon."
"Society!"mutteredthelad."Idon’twanttoknowanythingaboutthat. IshouldliketomakesomemoneytotakeyouandSibyloffthestage.Ihateit."
"Oh,Jim!"saidSibyl,laughing,"howunkindofyou! Butareyoureallygoingforawalkwithme?Thatwillbenice! Iwasafraidyouweregoingtosaygood-byetosomeofyourfriends—toTomHardy,whogaveyouthathideouspipe,orNedLangton,whomakesfunofyouforsmokingit. Itisverysweetofyoutoletmehaveyourlastafternoon. Whereshallwego?LetusgotothePark."
"Iamtooshabby,"heanswered,frowning."OnlyswellpeoplegotothePark."
"Nonsense,Jim,"shewhispered,strokingthesleeveofhiscoat.
Hehesitatedforamoment."Verywell,"hesaidatlast,"butdon’tbetoolongdressing." Shedancedoutofthedoor.Onecouldhearhersingingassheranupstairs.Herlittlefeetpatteredoverhead.