he saw a telegram lying on the hall table. He opened it and found it was from Dorian Gray. Dorian Gray was going to marry Sibyl Vane.
Chapter 5
“Mother, Mother, I am so happy,” whispered Sibyl Vane. “I am so happy, and you must be happy, too!”
Mrs. Vane did not look very happy. She was a small, thin woman who always looked tired. There was a lot of make up on her face and on her dry, thin mouth.
“I am only happy, Sibyl, when I see you act. You must not think of anything but your acting. Mr. Isaacs has been very good to us, and we owe him money.”
“Money, Mother?” she cried, “what does money matter? Love is more than money.”
“Oh, Sibyl,” said Mrs. Vane, “you mustn’t think about the young man who comes to the theatre. You must think about your acting. Mr. Isaacs will be angry if you don’t act well. He has given us a lot of money and you mustn’t make a theatre manager angry. You must not forget that, Sibyl. Fifty pounds is a very large sum. Mr. Isaacs has been most considerate.”
“I don’t like Mr. Isaacs, Mother, and I don’t care about money,” replied Sibyl, “I’m in love with Prince Charming.”
“Sibyl, Mr. Isaacs gave us fifty pounds to pay our bills and buy clothes for James. You love James – you love your brother – don’t you?” said Mrs. Vane.
“Yes, of course I do,” replied Sibyl. “But we have Prince Charming now. He will help us. We don’t need Mr. Isaacs.”
Sibyl Vane lived with her mother, and brother, James. They lived in London. But they lived in a small house in the north of London, a long way from Lord Henry’s large, expensive house.
It was the day after Sibyl had become engaged to Dorian. Sibyl and her mother were talking in their small living room.
“My child,” said her mother, “you are too young to think of falling in love. Besides, what do you know of this young man? You don’t even know his name. I’m very worried about you. And you know James is going away tomorrow. I’m worried about James too, James is going away to Australia and you have fallen in love. But if he is rich…”
“Ah! Mother, Mother, let me be happy!”
At that moment the door opened and James Vane came into the room. He was sixteen years old and he did not look like his sister. Sibyl was small and beautiful, with shining brown hair. James was large, with big hands and feet. His hair was dull and dark and not well combed, and there was something rough and angry in his expression.
James Vane looked into his sister’s face with tenderness. “I want you to come out with me for a walk, Sibyl. I don’t suppose I shall ever see this horrid London again. I am sure I don’t want to.”
“My son, don’t say such dreadful things,” murmured Mrs. Vane.
Sibyl went to get her coat and James spoke to his mother. “I’m worried about Sibyl,” he said. “I hear a gentleman comes every night to the theatre and goes behind to talk to her. Is that right? What about that?”
“Don’t worry, James,” Mrs. Vane replied. “Young men often fall in love with actresses.”
“But you don’t know his name,” said James, angrily, “Mother, you must take care of Sibyl.”
Sibyl and James went for a walk in Hyde Park. The park was busy. There were lots of people. There were people walking and people sitting in carriages pulled by horses.
Sibyl was happy. “I think you will have a wonderful life in Australia, James. I think you will become rich…”
She stopped speaking because James was not listening to her.
“You are not listening to a word I am saying, Jim,” cried Sibyl, “and I am making the most delightful plans for your future. Do say something. What’s bothering you?”
“I heard that there is a man who comes to see you every night at the theatre. Why haven’t you told me about him? He can’t be any good for you.[43]”
“Jim! Why do you say such things?”
“You don’t know his name, do you?”
“Stop, Jim!” she exclaimed. “You must not say anything against him. I love him. I call him Prince Charming. I will love him for ever.”
“You don’t know his name,” James said again, angrily. “He is a rich young man, and he will not marry you.”
“He is a prince!” she cried musically. “What more do you want?”
“He wants to enslave you. Sibyl, you are mad about him.”
She laughed and took his arm.
Just then a carriage drove by. There were two women in it and a young man with curly blond hair and laughing eyes.
“Oh, look! Look, there he is! He’s in that carriage!” Sibyl shouted.
“Who?”
“Prince Charming.”
“Where? Show him to me.”
She pointed across the park at a carriage. James looked across the park. But, at that moment, another carriage suddenly passed in front of the brother and sister. James never saw Prince Charming.
“Oh dear,” said Sibyl, “I wanted you to see him.”
“I wanted to see him too,” replied her brother, “because I will kill him if he ever hurts you. Do you hear me Sybil? I’ll kill him!”
James Vane’s eyes looked red with anger. At first Sibyl was angry with her brother. But she remembered that he was sixteen years old. He was a boy. He had never been in love.
“You won’t hurt a man I love, will you, James?” she said.
“No, I won’t,” he said at last. “I won’t hurt him if you love him.”
“I will always love Prince Charming,” said Sibyl. “And he will always love me.”
So Sibyl and James were friends again. But that evening, James spoke again to their mother.
“If this young man hurts Sibyl,” said he again. “I will find him and I will kill him. I will kill him like a dog!”
“Jim, what are you saying? Come, let us go. You will be late for your boat.”
Chapter 6
“I suppose you have heard the news, Basil?” said Lord Henry the following evening. They were in the dining-room of the Bristol Hotel.
“No, Harry,” answered the artist, giving his hat and coat to the waiter. “What is it? Nothing about politics, I hope! They don’t interest me.”
“Dorian Gray is going to be married,” said Lord Henry, watching him as he spoke.
Hallward frowned. “Impossible!” he cried.
“It
He can’t be any good for you. – Знакомство с ним к добру не приведёт.
