Портрет Доріана Грея
Chapter 4
Sheshookherhead. "Iknewhewasnotfree.Welovedeachotherverymuch. Ifhehadlived,hewouldhavemadeprovisionforus. Don’tspeakagainsthim,myson.Hewasyourfather,andagentleman. Indeedhewashighlyconnected."
Anoathbrokefromhislips. "Idon’tcareformyself,"heexclaimed,"butdon’tletSibyl.... Itisagentleman,isn’tit,whoisinlovewithher,orsaysheis?Highlyconnected,too,Isuppose."
Foramomentahideoussenseofhumiliationcameoverthewoman.Herheaddrooped.Shewipedhereyeswithshakinghands. "Sibylhasamother,"shemurmured;"Ihadnone."
Theladwastouched.Hewenttowardsher,andstoopingdownhekissedher. "IamsorryifIhavepainedyoubyaskingaboutmyfather,"hesaid, "butIcouldnothelpit.Imustgonow.Good-bye. Don’tforgetthatyouwillonlyhaveonechildnowtolookafter,andbelievemethatifthismanwrongsmysister, Iwillfindoutwhoheis,trackhimdown,andkillhimlikeadog.Iswearit."
Theexaggeratedfollyofthethreat,thepassionategesturethataccompaniedit,themadmelodramaticwords,madelifeseemmorevividtoher. Shewasfamiliarwiththeatmosphere.Shebreathedmorefreely,andforthefirsttimeformanymonthsshereallyadmiredherson. Shewouldhavelikedtohavecontinuedthesceneonthesameemotionalscale,buthecuthershort.Trunkshadtobecarrieddown,andmufflerslookedfor. Thelodging-housedrudgebustledinandout.Therewasthebargainingwiththecabman.Themomentwaslostinvulgardetails.
