Портрет Доріана Грея
Chapter 4
"Oh,don’tbesoserious,Jim. Youarelikeoneoftheheroesofthosesillymelodramasmotherusedtobesofondofactingin. Iamnotgoingtoquarrelwithyou. Ihaveseenhim,andoh!toseehimisperfecthappiness. Wewon’tquarrel. IknowyouwouldneverharmanyoneIlove,wouldyou?"
"Notaslongasyoulovehim,Isuppose,"wasthesullenanswer.
"Ishalllovehimforever!"shecried.
"Andhe?"
"Forever,too!"
"Hehadbetter."
Sheshrankfromhim. Thenshelaughedandputherhandonhisarm.Hewasmerelyaboy.
AttheMarbleArchtheyhailedanomnibus,whichleftthemclosetotheirshabbyhomeintheEustonRoad. Itwasafterfiveo’clock,andSibylhadtoliedownforacoupleofhoursbeforeacting. Jiminsistedthatsheshoulddoso. Hesaidthathewouldsoonerpartwithherwhentheirmotherwasnotpresent. Shewouldbesuretomakeascene,andhedetestedscenesofeverykind.
InSibyl’sownroomtheyparted. Therewasjealousyinthelad’sheart,andafierce,murderoushatredofthestrangerwho,asitseemedtohim,hadcomebetweenthem. Yet,whenherarmswereflungroundhisneck,andherfingersstrayedthroughhishair,hesoftened,andkissedherwithrealaffection. Thereweretearsinhiseyesashewentdownstairs.