THE+PICTURE+OF+DORIAN+GRAY

A cry of pain came from the boy's lips and he jumped to his feet.,Dead! sibyl dead! It is not true! It is a horrible lie!''It is true, Dorian,' said Lord Henry.'It is in ail the morningnewspapers. The police will be asking questions, and you mustkeep your name out of any scandal. Things like that make a manfashionable in Paris. But in London they are a disaster for anygentleman. I suppose they don't know your name at the theatre? Ifthey don'r, it is all right. Did anyone see you going round to herroom?'Dorian did not answer for a few moments. Finally he saidin a strange voice,'Harry did you say that the police are askingquestions? What did you mean by that? Did Sibyl -? Oh, Harry thisis terrible!''I am sure that it was not an accident, though it must be describedrhat way officially. She swallowed something horrible they use attheatres.''Harry, Harry, it is terrible!'cried the boy''Yes, it is very sad, of course, but it is nothing to do with you'Come with me to dinner, and after we will go to the theatre''.so I have murdered Sibyl vane,' said Dorian Gray, half tohimself.'Yet the roses are not less lovely. The birds still sing happilyin my garden. And tonight I will have dinner with you and go tothe theatre. How extraordinary life is! My first passionate love letterwas to a dead girl. Yet why is it that I cannot feel this tragedy asmuch as I want to? I don't think I am heartless' Do you?''You have done too many foolish things in the last fortnight to beheartless, Dorian,'answered Lord Henry, with his sweet, sad smile'The boy frowned.'I don't like that explanation, Harry,' he said,'but I am glad you don't think I am heartless'''A woman has killed herseif for the love of you; said LordHenry.'That is very beautiful.'They were silent. The evening darkened in the room.After sometime Dorian Gray looked up.'How well you know me! But we