Chapter 6

           Forsomereasonorother,thehousewascrowdedthatnight,andthefatJewmanager whometthematthedoorwasbeamingfromeartoearwithanoily,tremuloussmile. Heescortedthemtotheirboxwithasortofpompoushumility,wavinghisfatjewelledhands,andtalkingatthetopofhisvoice. DorianGrayloathedhimmorethanever. HefeltasifhehadcometolookforMirandaandhadbeenmetbyCaliban. LordHenry,upontheotherhand,ratherlikedhim. Atleasthedeclaredhedid,andinsistedonshakinghimbythehand,andassuringhimthathewasproudtomeetamanwhohaddiscoveredarealgeniusandgonebankruptoverapoet. Hallwardamusedhimselfwithwatchingthefacesinthepit. Theheatwasterriblyoppressive,andthehugesunlightflamedlikeamonstrousdahliawithpetalsofyellowfire. Theyouthsinthegalleryhadtakenofftheircoatsandwaistcoatsandhungthemovertheside. Theytalkedtoeachotheracrossthetheatre,andsharedtheirorangeswiththetawdrygirlswhosatbesidethem. Somewomenwerelaughinginthepit.Theirvoiceswerehorriblyshrillanddiscordant. Thesoundofthepoppingofcorkscamefromthebar. 

           "Whataplacetofindone’sdivinityin!"saidLordHenry. 

           "Yes!"answeredDorianGray."ItwashereIfoundher,andsheisdivinebeyondalllivingthings. Whensheactsyouwillforgeteverything. Thesecommon,roughpeople,withtheircoarsefacesandbrutalgestures,becomequitedifferentwhensheisonthestage. Theysitsilentlyandwatchher. Theyweepandlaughasshewillsthemtodo.Shemakesthemasresponsiveasaviolin. Shespiritualisesthem,andonefeelsthattheyareofthesamefleshandbloodasone’sself."