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1For some reason or other, the house was crowded that night, and the fat Jew manager who met them at the door was beaming
2from ear to ear with an oily tremulous smile. He escorted them to their box with a sort of pompous humility, waving his
3fat jewelled hands and talking at the top of his voice. Dorian Gray loathed him more than ever. He felt as if he had
4come to look for Miranda and had been met by Caliban. Lord Henry, upon the other hand, rather liked him. At least he
5declared he did, and insisted on shaking him by the hand and assuring him that he was proud to meet a man who had
6discovered a real genius and gone bankrupt over a poet. Hallward amused himself with watching the faces in the pit. The
7heat was terribly oppressive, and the huge sunlight flamed like a monstrous dahlia with petals of yellow fire. The
8youths in the gallery had taken off their coats and waistcoats and hung them over the side. They talked to each other
9across the theatre and shared their oranges with the tawdry girls who sat beside them. Some women were laughing in the
10pit. Their voices were horribly shrill and discordant. The sound of the popping of corks came from the bar. "What a
11place to find one's divinity in!" said Lord Henry. "Yes!" answered Dorian Gray. "It was here I found her, and she is
12divine beyond all living things. When she acts, you will forget everything. These common rough people, with their coarse
13faces and brutal gestures, become quite different when she is on the stage. They sit silently and watch her. They weep
14and laugh as she wills them to do. She makes them as responsive as a violin. She spiritualizes them, and one feels that
15they are of the same flesh and blood as one's self." "The same flesh and blood as one's self! Oh, I hope not!" exclaimed
16Lord Henry, who was scanning the occupants of the gallery through his opera-glass. "Don't pay any attention to him,
17Dorian," said the painter. "I understand what you mean, and I believe in this girl. Any one you love must be marvellous,
18and any girl who has the effect you describe must be fine and noble. To spiritualize one's age--that is something worth
19doing. If this girl can give a soul to those who have lived without one, if she can create the sense of beauty in people
20whose lives have been sordid and ugly, if she can strip them of their selfishness and lend them tears for sorrows that
21are not their own, she is worthy of all your adoration, worthy of the adoration of the world. This marriage is quite
22right. I did not think so at first, but I admit it now. The gods made Sibyl Vane for you. Without her you would have
23been incomplete." "Thanks, Basil," answered Dorian Gray, pressing his hand. "I knew that you would understand me. Harry
24is so cynical, he terrifies me. But here is the orchestra. It is quite dreadful, but it only lasts for about five
25minutes. 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
26everything that is good in me." A quarter of an hour afterwards, amidst an extraordinary turmoil of applause, Sibyl Vane
27stepped on to the stage. Yes, she was certainly lovely to look at--one of the loveliest creatures, Lord Henry thought,
28that he had ever seen. There was something of the fawn in her shy grace and startled eyes. A faint blush, like the
29shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, came to her cheeks as she glanced at the crowded enthusiastic house. She stepped
30back a few paces and her lips seemed to tremble. Basil Hallward leaped to his feet and began to applaud. Motionless, and
31as one in a dream, sat Dorian Gray, gazing at her. Lord Henry peered through his glasses, murmuring, "Charming!
32charming!" The scene was the hall of Capulet's house, and Romeo in his pilgrim's dress had entered with Mercutio and his
33other friends. The band, such as it was, struck up a few bars of music, and the dance began. Through the crowd of
34ungainly, shabbily dressed actors, Sibyl Vane moved like a creature from a finer world. Her body swayed, while she
35danced, as a plant sways in the water. The curves of her throat were the curves of a white lily. Her hands seemed to be
36made of cool ivory. Yet she was curiously listless. She showed no sign of joy when her eyes rested on Romeo. The few
37words she had to speak-- Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For
38saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss-- with the brief dialogue that
39follows, were spoken in a thoroughly artificial manner. The voice was exquisite, but from the point of view of tone it
40was absolutely false. It was wrong in colour. It took away all the life from the verse. It made the passion unreal.
41Dorian Gray grew pale as he watched her. He was puzzled and anxious. Neither of his friends dared to say anything to
42him. She seemed to them to be absolutely incompetent. They were horribly disappointed. Yet they felt that the true test
43of any Juliet is the balcony scene of the second act. They waited for that. If she failed there, there was nothing in
44her. She looked charming as she came out in the moonlight. That could not be denied. But the staginess of her acting was
45unbearable, and grew worse as she went on. Her gestures became absurdly artificial. She overemphasized everything that
46she had to say. The beautiful passage-- Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint
47my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night-- was declaimed with the painful precision of a schoolgirl who
48has been taught to recite by some second-rate professor of elocution. When she leaned over the balcony and came to those
49wonderful lines-- Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too
50sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say, "It lightens." Sweet, good-night! This bud of
51love by summer's ripening breath May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet-- she spoke the words as though they
52conveyed no meaning to her. It was not nervousness. Indeed, so far from being nervous, she was absolutely
53self-contained. It was simply bad art. She was a complete failure. Even the common uneducated audience of the pit and
54gallery lost their interest in the play. They got restless, and began to talk loudly and to whistle. The Jew manager,
55who was standing at the back of the dress-circle, stamped and swore with rage. The only person unmoved was the girl
56herself. When the second act was over, there came a storm of hisses, and Lord Henry got up from his chair and put on his
57coat. "She is quite beautiful, Dorian," he said, "but she can't act. Let us go." "I am going to see the play through,"
58answered the lad, in a hard bitter voice. "I am awfully sorry that I have made you waste an evening, Harry. I apologize
59to you both." "My dear Dorian, I should think Miss Vane was ill," interrupted Hallward. "We will come some other night."
60"I wish she were ill," he rejoined. "But she seems to me to be simply callous and cold. She has entirely altered. Last
61night she was a great artist. This evening she is merely a commonplace mediocre actress." "Don't talk like that about
62any one you love, Dorian. Love is a more wonderful thing than art." "They are both simply forms of imitation," remarked
63Lord 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
64acting. Besides, I don't suppose you will want your wife to act, so what does it matter if she plays Juliet like a
65wooden doll? She is very lovely, and if she knows as little about life as she does about acting, she will be a
66delightful experience. There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating--people who know absolutely
67everything, and people who know absolutely nothing. Good heavens, my dear boy, don't look so tragic! The secret of
68remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. Come to the club with Basil and myself. We will smoke
69cigarettes and drink to the beauty of Sibyl Vane. She is beautiful. What more can you want?"
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