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"
Do
n't
talk
like
that
about
anyone
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
one
's
morals
to
see
bad
acting
.
Besides
,
I
do
n't
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
,
do
n't
look
so
tragic
!
The
secret
of
remaining
young
is
never
to
have
an
emotion
that
is
unbecoming
.
Come
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
!
ca
n't
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
.
"
