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"
I
am
afraid
that
women
appreciate
cruelty
,
downright
cruelty
,
more
than
anything
else
.
They
have
wonderfully
primitive
instincts
.
We
have
emancipated
them
,
but
they
remain
slaves
looking
for
their
masters
,
all
the
same
.
They
love
being
dominated
.
I
am
sure
you
were
splendid
.
I
have
never
seen
you
really
and
absolutely
angry
,
but
I
can
fancy
how
delightful
you
looked
.
And
,
after
all
,
you
said
something
to
me
the
day
before
yesterday
that
seemed
to
me
at
the
time
to
be
merely
fanciful
,
but
that
I
see
now
was
absolutely
true
,
and
it
holds
the
key
to
everything
.
"
"
What
was
that
,
Harry
?
"
"
You
said
to
me
that
Sibyl
Vane
represented
to
you
all
the
heroines
of
romance
--
that
she
was
Desdemona
one
night
,
and
Ophelia
the
other
;
that
if
she
died
as
Juliet
,
she
came
to
life
as
Imogen
.
"
"
She
will
never
come
to
life
again
now
,
"
muttered
the
lad
,
burying
his
face
in
his
hands
.
"
No
,
she
will
never
come
to
life
.
She
has
played
her
last
part
.
But
you
must
think
of
that
lonely
death
in
the
tawdry
dressing-room
simply
as
a
strange
lurid
fragment
from
some
Jacobean
tragedy
,
as
a
wonderful
scene
from
Webster
,
or
Ford
,
or
Cyril
Tourneur
.
The
girl
never
really
lived
,
and
so
she
has
never
really
died
.
To
you
at
least
she
was
always
a
dream
,
a
phantom
that
flitted
through
Shakespeare
's
plays
and
left
them
lovelier
for
its
presence
,
a
reed
through
which
Shakespeare
's
music
sounded
richer
and
more
full
of
joy
.
The
moment
she
touched
actual
life
,
she
marred
it
,
and
it
marred
her
,
and
so
she
passed
away
.
Mourn
for
Ophelia
,
if
you
like
.
Put
ashes
on
your
head
because
Cordelia
was
strangled
.
Cry
out
against
Heaven
because
the
daughter
of
Brabantio
died
.
But
do
n't
waste
your
tears
over
Sibyl
Vane
.
She
was
less
real
than
they
are
.
"
There
was
a
silence
.
The
evening
darkened
in
the
room
.
Noiselessly
,
and
with
silver
feet
,
the
shadows
crept
in
from
the
garden
.
The
colours
faded
wearily
out
of
things
.
After
some
time
Dorian
Gray
looked
up
.
"
You
have
explained
me
to
myself
,
Harry
,
"
he
murmured
,
with
something
of
a
sigh
of
relief
.
"
I
felt
all
that
you
have
said
,
but
somehow
I
was
afraid
of
it
,
and
I
could
not
express
it
to
myself
.
How
well
you
know
me
!
But
we
will
not
talk
again
of
what
has
happened
.
It
has
been
a
marvellous
experience
.
That
is
all
.
I
wonder
if
life
has
still
in
store
for
me
anything
as
marvellous
.
"
"
Life
has
everything
in
store
for
you
,
Dorian
.
There
is
nothing
that
you
,
with
your
extraordinary
good
looks
,
will
not
be
able
to
do
.
"
"
But
suppose
,
Harry
,
I
became
haggard
,
and
old
,
and
wrinkled
?
What
then
?
"
