Портрет Доріана Грея
Chapter 4
Hewasagentleman,andhehatedhimforthat,hatedhimthroughsomecuriousrace-instinctforwhichhecouldnotaccount,andwhichforthatreasonwasallthemoredominantwithinhim. Hewasconsciousalsooftheshallownessandvanityofhismother’snature,andinthatsawinfiniteperilforSibylandSibyl’shappiness. Childrenbeginbylovingtheirparents;astheygrowoldertheyjudgethem;sometimestheyforgivethem.
Hismother!Hehadsomethingonhismindtoaskofher,somethingthathehadbroodedonformanymonthsofsilence. Achancephrasethathehadheardatthetheatre,awhisperedsneerthathadreachedhisearsonenightashewaitedatthestage-door,hadsetlooseatrainofhorriblethoughts. Heremembereditasifithadbeenthelashofahunting-cropacrosshisface. Hisbrowsknittogetherintoawedge-likefurrow,andwithatwitchofpainhebithisunder-lip.
"YouarenotlisteningtoawordIamsaying,Jim,"criedSibyl, "andIammakingthemostdelightfulplansforyourfuture.Dosaysomething."
"Whatdoyouwantmetosay?"
"Oh!thatyouwillbeagoodboy,andnotforgetus,"sheanswered,smilingathim.
Heshruggedhisshoulders. "Youaremorelikelytoforgetme,thanIamtoforgetyou,Sibyl."
Sheflushed. "Whatdoyoumean,Jim?"sheasked.
"Youhaveanewfriend,Ihear.Whoishe? Whyhaveyounottoldmeabouthim?Hemeansyounogood."