a few minutes； they all passed downstairs。 he drove off by himself； as had been arranged； and watched the flashing lights of the little brougham in front of him。 a strange sense of loss came over him。 he felt that dorian gray would never again be to him all that he had been in the past。 life had e between them。。。。 his eyes darkened； and the crowded flaring streets became blurred to his eyes。 when the cab drew up at the theatre； it seemed to him that he had grown years older。
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Chapter 7
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chapter 7
for some reason or other； the house was crowded that night； and the fat jew manager who met them at the door was beaming from ear to ear with an oily tremulous smile。 he escorted them to their box with a sort of pompous humility； waving his fat jewelled hands and talking at the top of his voice。 dorian gray loathed him more than ever。 he felt as if he had e to look for miranda and had been met by caliban。 lord henry； upon the other hand； rather liked him。 at least he declared he did； and insisted on shaking him by the hand and assuring him that he was proud to meet a man who had discovered a real genius and gone bankrupt over a poet。 hallward amused himself with watching the faces in the pit。 the heat was terribly oppressive； and the huge sunlight flamed like a monstrous dahlia with petals of yellow fire。 the youths in the gallery had taken off their coats and waistcoats and hung them over the side。 they talked to each other across the theatre and shared their oranges with the tawdry girls who sat beside them。 some women were laughing in the pit。 their voices were horribly shrill and discordant。 the sound of the popping of corks came from the bar。
〃what a place to find ones divinity in！〃 said lord henry。
〃yes！〃 answered dorian gray。 〃it was here i found her； and she is divine beyond all living things。 when she acts； you will forget everything。 these mon rough people； with their coarse faces and brutal gestures； bee quite different when she is on the stage。 they sit silently and watch her。 they weep and laugh as she wills them to do。 she makes them as responsive as a violin。 she spiritualizes them； and one feels that they are of the same flesh and blood as ones self。〃
〃the same flesh and blood as ones self！ oh； i hope not！〃 exclaimed lord henry； who was scanning the occupants of the gallery through his opera…glass。
〃dont pay any attention to him； dorian；〃 said the painter。 〃i understand what you mean； and i believe in this girl。 any one you love must be marvellous； and any girl who has the effect you describe must be fine and noble。 to spiritualize ones agethat is something worth doing。 if this girl can give a soul to those who have lived without one； if she can create the sense of beauty in people whose lives have been sordid and ugly； if she can strip them of their selfishness and lend them tears for sorrows that are not their own； she is worthy of all your adoration； worthy of the adoration of the world。 this marriage is quite right。 i did not think so at first； but i admit it now。 the gods made sibyl vane for you。 without her you would have been inplete。〃
〃thanks； basil；〃 answered dorian gray； pressing his hand。 〃i knew that you would understand me。 harry is so cynical； he terrifies me。 but here is the orchestra。 it is quite dreadful； but it only lasts for about five minutes。 then the curtain rises； and you will see the girl to whom i am going to give all my life； to whom i have given everything that is good in me。〃
a quarter of an hour afterwards； amidst an extraordinary turmoil of applause； sibyl vane stepped on to the stage。 yes； she was certainly lovely to look at one of the loveliest creatures； lord henry thought； that he had ever seen。 there was something of the fawn in her shy grace and startled eyes。 a faint blush； like the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver； came to her cheeks as she glanced at the crowded enthusiastic house。 she stepped back a few paces and her lips seemed to tremble。 basil hallward leaped to his feet and began to applaud。 motionless； and as one in a dream； sat dorian gray； gazing at her。 lord henry peered through his glasses； murmuring； 〃charming！ charming！〃
the scene was the hall of capulets house； and romeo in his pilgrims dress had entered with mercutio and his other friends。 the band； such as it was； struck up a few bars of music； and the dance began。 through the crowd of ungainly； shabbily dressed actors； sibyl vane moved like a creature from a finer world。 her body swayed； while she danced； as a plant sways in the water。 the curves of her throat were the curves of a white lily。 her hands seemed to be made of cool ivory。
yet she was curiously listless。 she showed no sign of joy when her eyes rested on romeo。 the few words she had to speak
good pilgrim； you do wrong your hand too much；
which mannerly devotion shows in this；
for saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch；
and palm to palm is holy palmers kiss
with the brief dialogue that follows； were spoken in a thoroughly artificial manner。 the voice was exquisite； but from the point of view of tone it was absolutely false。 it was wrong in colour。 it took away all the life from the verse。 it made the passion unreal。
dorian gray grew pale as he watched her。 he was puzzled and anxious。 neither of his friends dared to say anything to him。 she seemed to them to be absolutely inpetent。 they were horribly disappointed。
yet they felt that the true test of any juliet is the balcony scene of the second act。 they waited for that。 if she failed there； there was nothing in her。
she looked charming as she came out in the moonlight。 that could not be denied。 but the staginess of her acting was unbearable； and grew worse as she went on。 her gestures became absurdly artificial。 she overemphasized everything that she had to say。 the beautiful passage
thou knowest the mask of night is on my face；
else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
for that which thou hast heard me speak to…night
was declaimed with the painful precision of a schoolgirl who has been taught to recite by some second…rate professor of elocution。 when she leaned over the balcony and came to those wonderful lines
although i joy in thee；
i have no joy of this contract to…night：
it is too rash； too unadvised； too sudden；
too like the lightning； which doth cease to be
ere one can say； 〃it lightens。〃 sweet； good…night！
this bud of love by summers ripening breath
may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet
she spoke the words as though they conveyed no meaning to her。 it was not nervousness。 indeed； so far from being nervous； she was absolutely self…contained。 it was simply bad art。 she was a plete failure。
even the mon uneducated audience of the pit and gallery lost their interest in the play。 they got restless； and began to talk loudly and to whistle。 the jew manager； who was standing at the back of the dress…circle； stamped and swore with rage。 the only person unmoved was the girl herself。
when the second act was over； there came a storm of hisses； and lord henry got up from his chair and put on his coat。 〃she is quite beautiful； dorian；〃 he said； 〃but she cant act。 let us go。〃
〃i am going to see the play through；〃 answered the lad； in a hard bitter voice。 〃i am awfully sorry that i have made you waste an evening； harry。 i apologize to you both。〃
〃my dear dorian； i should think miss vane was ill；〃 interrupted hallward。 〃we will e some other night。〃
〃i wish she were ill；〃 he rejoined。 〃but she seems to me to be simply callous and cold。 she has entirely altered。 last night she was a great artist。 this evening she is merely a monplace mediocre actress。〃
〃dont talk like that about any one you love； dorian。 love is a more wonderful thing than art。〃
〃they are both simply forms of imitation；〃 remarked lord henry。 〃but do let us go。 dorian； you must not stay here any longer。 it is not good for ones morals to see bad acting。 besides； i dont suppose you will want your wife to act； so what does it matter if she plays juliet like a wooden doll？ she is very lovely； and if she knows as little about life as she does about acting； she will be a delightful experience。 there are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating people who know absolutely everything； and people who know absolutely nothing。 good heavens； my dear boy； dont look so tragic！ the secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbeing。 e to the club with basil and myself。 we will smoke cigarettes and drink to the beauty of sibyl vane。 she is beautiful。 what more can you want？〃
〃go away； harry；〃 cried the lad。 〃i want to be alone。 basil； you must go。 ah！ cant you see that my heart is breaking？〃 the hot tears came to his eyes。 his lips trembled； and rushing to the back of the box； he leaned up against the wall； hiding his face in his hands。
〃let us go； basil；〃 said lord henry with a strange tenderness in his voice； and the two young men passed out together。
a few moments afterwards the footlights flared up and the curtain rose on the third act。 dorian gray went back to his seat。 he looked pale； and proud； and indifferent。 the play dragged on； and seemed interminable。 half of the audience went out； tramping in heavy boots and laughing。 the whole thing was a fiasco。 the last act was played to almost empty benches。 the curtain went down on a titter and some groans。
as soon as it was over； dorian gray rushed behind the scenes into the greenroom。 the girl was standing there alone； with a look of triumph on her face。 her eyes were lit with an exquisite fire。 there was a radiance about her。 her parted lips were smiling over some secret of their own。
when he entered； she looked at him； and an expression of infinite joy came over her。 〃how badly i acted to…night； dorian！〃 she cried。
〃horribly！〃 he answered； gazing at her in amazement。 〃horribly！ it was dreadful。 are you ill？ you have no idea what it was。 you have no idea what i suffered。〃
the girl smiled。 〃dorian；〃 she answered； lingering over his name with long…drawn music in her voice； as though it were sweeter than honey to the red petals of her mouth。 〃dorian； you should have understood。 but you un