appeared, everyone became silent. She was one of the most
beautiful girls that Lord Henry had ever seen. 'Lovely!
Lovely!' he said softly.
But although Sybil looked beautiful, her voice sounded
unnatural, She spoke Juliet's words, but there was no feeling
in them. Her voice was lovely, but it took away all the life
from the words. People in the theatre began talking loudly,
and after half an hour Lord Henry stood up and put on his
coat.
'She's very beautiful, Dorian, but she's not an actress,' he
said. 'Let's go.'
'I think that Miss Vane must be ill,' added Basil. 'We'll
come another night.'
Dorian, did not look at them. 'Go away. I want to be
alone,' he said miserably, and as his friends left, he covered
his face with his hands.
When the play came to its painful end, Dorian went to see
Sybil.
'I wasn't a very good Juliet tonight,' she said, and looked at
him with love in her eyes.
'You were terrible,' said Dorian coldly. 'My friends were
bored. I was bored. I suppose you were ill.'
She did not seem to hear him. 'Dorian,' she cried, 'before I
knew you, the theatre was my only life. I thought that it was
all true. I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought that they
were real. But you've taught me the difference between art
and life. How can I pretend to be Juliet - to feel Juliet's love,
when I know now what true love is?'
Dorian turned his face away from her. 'But I loved you for
your art— because you were a wonderful actress,' he said. His
appeared, everyone became silent. She was one of the mostbeautiful girls that Lord Henry had ever seen. 'Lovely!Lovely!' he said softly.But although Sybil looked beautiful, her voice soundedunnatural, She spoke Juliet's words, but there was no feelingin them. Her voice was lovely, but it took away all the lifefrom the words. People in the theatre began talking loudly,and after half an hour Lord Henry stood up and put on hiscoat.'She's very beautiful, Dorian, but she's not an actress,' hesaid. 'Let's go.''I think that Miss Vane must be ill,' added Basil. 'We'llcome another night.'Dorian, did not look at them. 'Go away. I want to bealone,' he said miserably, and as his friends left, he coveredhis face with his hands.When the play came to its painful end, Dorian went to seeSybil.'I wasn't a very good Juliet tonight,' she said, and looked athim with love in her eyes.'You were terrible,' said Dorian coldly. 'My friends werebored. I was bored. I suppose you were ill.'She did not seem to hear him. 'Dorian,' she cried, 'before Iknew you, the theatre was my only life. I thought that it wasall true. I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought that theywere real. But you've taught me the difference between artand life. How can I pretend to be Juliet - to feel Juliet's love,when I know now what true love is?'Dorian turned his face away from her. 'But I loved you foryour art— because you were a wonderful actress,' he said. His
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