Портрет Доріана Грея

           Heisalwaysmostpolitetome.Besides,hehastheappearanceofbeingrich,andtheflowershesendsarelovely." 

           "Youdon’tknowhisname,though,"saidthelad,harshly. 

           "No,"answeredhismother,withaplacidexpressioninherface."Hehasnotyetrevealedhisrealname. Ithinkitisquiteromanticofhim.Heisprobablyamemberofthearistocracy." 

           JamesVanebithislip. "WatchoverSibyl,mother,"hecried,"watchoverher." 

           "Myson,youdistressmeverymuch.Sibylisalwaysundermyspecialcare. Ofcourse,ifthisgentlemaniswealthy,thereisnoreasonwhysheshouldnotcontractanalliancewithhim. Itrustheisoneofthearistocracy.Hehasalltheappearanceofit,Imustsay. ItmightbeamostbrilliantmarriageforSibyl.Theywouldmakeacharmingcouple. Hisgoodlooksarereallyquiteremarkable;everybodynoticesthem." 

           Theladmutteredsomethingtohimself,anddrummedonthewindow-panewithhiscoarsefingers. Hehadjustturnedroundtosaysomething,whenthedooropened,andSibylranin. 

           "Howseriousyoubothare!"shecried."Whatisthematter?" 

           "Nothing,"heanswered."Isupposeonemustbeserioussometimes.Good-bye,mother;Iwillhavemydinneratfiveo’clock. Everythingispacked,exceptmyshirts,soyouneednottrouble." 

           "Good-bye,myson,"sheanswered,withabowofstrainedstateliness.