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1"I have got through all that," said Dorian, shaking his head and smiling. "I am perfectly happy now. I know what
2conscience is, to begin with. It is not what you told me it was. It is the divinest thing in us. Don't sneer at it,
3Harry, any more--at least not before me. I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous." "A very
4charming artistic basis for ethics, Dorian! I congratulate you on it. But how are you going to begin?" "By marrying
5Sibyl Vane." "Marrying Sibyl Vane!" cried Lord Henry, standing up and looking at him in perplexed amazement. "But, my
6dear Dorian--" "Yes, Harry, I know what you are going to say. Something dreadful about marriage. Don't say it. Don't
7ever say things of that kind to me again. Two days ago I asked Sibyl to marry me. I am not going to break my word to
8her. She is to be my wife." "Your wife! Dorian! ... Didn't you get my letter? I wrote to you this morning, and sent the
9note down by my own man." "Your letter? Oh, yes, I remember. I have not read it yet, Harry. I was afraid there might be
10something in it that I wouldn't like. You cut life to pieces with your epigrams." "You know nothing then?" "What do you
11mean?" Lord Henry walked across the room, and sitting down by Dorian Gray, took both his hands in his own and held them
12tightly. "Dorian," he said, "my letter--don't be frightened--was to tell you that Sibyl Vane is dead." A cry of pain
13broke from the lad's lips, and he leaped to his feet, tearing his hands away from Lord Henry's grasp. "Dead! Sibyl dead!
14It is not true! It is a horrible lie! How dare you say it?" "It is quite true, Dorian," said Lord Henry, gravely. "It is
15in all the morning papers. I wrote down to you to ask you not to see any one till I came. There will have to be an
16inquest, of course, and you must not be mixed up in it. Things like that make a man fashionable in Paris. But in London
17people are so prejudiced. Here, one should never make one's début with a scandal. One should reserve that to give an
18interest to one's old age. I suppose they don't know your name at the theatre? If they don't, it is all right. Did any
19one see you going round to her room? That is an important point." Dorian did not answer for a few moments. He was dazed
20with horror. Finally he stammered, in a stifled voice, "Harry, did you say an inquest? What did you mean by that? Did
21Sibyl--? Oh, Harry, I can't bear it! But be quick. Tell me everything at once." "I have no doubt it was not an accident,
22Dorian, though it must be put in that way to the public. It seems that as she was leaving the theatre with her mother,
23about half-past twelve or so, she said she had forgotten something upstairs. They waited some time for her, but she did
24not come down again. They ultimately found her lying dead on the floor of her dressing-room. She had swallowed something
25by mistake, some dreadful thing they use at theatres. I don't know what it was, but it had either prussic acid or white
26lead in it. I should fancy it was prussic acid, as she seems to have died instantaneously." "Harry, Harry, it is
27terrible!" cried the lad. "Yes; it is very tragic, of course, but you must not get yourself mixed up in it. I see by The
28Standard that she was seventeen. I should have thought she was almost younger than that. She looked such a child, and
29seemed to know so little about acting. Dorian, you mustn't let this thing get on your nerves. You must come and dine
30with me, and afterwards we will look in at the opera. It is a Patti night, and everybody will be there. You can come to
31my sister's box. She has got some smart women with her." "So I have murdered Sibyl Vane," said Dorian Gray, half to
32himself, "murdered her as surely as if I had cut her little throat with a knife. Yet the roses are not less lovely for
33all that. The birds sing just as happily in my garden. And to-night I am to dine with you, and then go on to the opera,
34and sup somewhere, I suppose, afterwards. How extraordinarily dramatic life is! If I had read all this in a book, Harry,
35I think I would have wept over it. Somehow, now that it has happened actually, and to me, it seems far too wonderful for
36tears. Here is the first passionate love-letter I have ever written in my life. Strange, that my first passionate
37love-letter should have been addressed to a dead girl. Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the
38dead? Sibyl! Can she feel, or know, or listen? Oh, Harry, how I loved her once! It seems years ago to me now. She was
39everything to me. Then came that dreadful night--was it really only last night?--when she played so badly, and my heart
40almost broke. She explained it all to me. It was terribly pathetic. But I was not moved a bit. I thought her shallow.
41Suddenly something happened that made me afraid. I can't tell you what it was, but it was terrible. I said I would go
42back to her. I felt I had done wrong. And now she is dead. My God! My God! Harry, what shall I do? You don't know the
43danger I am in, and there is nothing to keep me straight. She would have done that for me. She had no right to kill
44herself. It was selfish of her." "My dear Dorian," answered Lord Henry, taking a cigarette from his case and producing a
45gold-latten matchbox, "the only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all
46possible interest in life. If you had married this girl, you would have been wretched. Of course, you would have treated
47her kindly. One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing. But she would have soon found out that you
48were absolutely indifferent to her. And when a woman finds that out about her husband, she either becomes dreadfully
49dowdy, or wears very smart bonnets that some other woman's husband has to pay for. I say nothing about the social
50mistake, which would have been abject--which, of course, I would not have allowed--but I assure you that in any case the
51whole thing would have been an absolute failure." "I suppose it would," muttered the lad, walking up and down the room
52and looking horribly pale. "But I thought it was my duty. It is not my fault that this terrible tragedy has prevented my
53doing what was right. I remember your saying once that there is a fatality about good resolutions--that they are always
54made too late. Mine certainly were." "Good resolutions are useless attempts to interfere with scientific laws. Their
55origin is pure vanity. Their result is absolutely nil. They give us, now and then, some of those luxurious sterile
56emotions that have a certain charm for the weak. That is all that can be said for them. They are simply cheques that men
57draw on a bank where they have no account." "Harry," cried Dorian Gray, coming over and sitting down beside him, "why is
58it that I cannot feel this tragedy as much as I want to? I don't think I am heartless. Do you?" "You have done too many
59foolish things during the last fortnight to be entitled to give yourself that name, Dorian," answered Lord Henry with
60his sweet melancholy smile. The lad frowned. "I don't like that explanation, Harry," he rejoined, "but I am glad you
61don't think I am heartless. I am nothing of the kind. I know I am not. And yet I must admit that this thing that has
62happened does not affect me as it should. It seems to me to be simply like a wonderful ending to a wonderful play. It
63has all the terrible beauty of a Greek tragedy, a tragedy in which I took a great part, but by which I have not been
64wounded."
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