Henry. The play had been Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.
'Romeo was a fat old man with a terrible voice, but Juliet!
Oh, Harry, she was about seventeen, with dark brown hair
and a face like a flower. She was the loveliest girl that I'd ever
seen in my life, and her voice' was like music. I love her,
Harry. She's everything to me. Every night I go to see her in
different plays and,she's always wonderful.'
That's the reason, I suppose, why you never have dinner
with me now,' said Lord Henry.
'But Harry, you and I see each other every day - we always
have lunch together,' said Dorian in surprise. 'I have to go
and see Sybil in the theatre every night. You and Basil must
come with me to see her. Then you can see yourself how
wonderful she is. Come tomorrow.'
'Very well, my dear Dorian, we'll come and watch your
Juliet. But you'll be in love many times, you know - this is
only the beginning.'
After Dorian had gone, Lord Henry' smiled to himself.
How amusing it was to watch this young man, he thought.
He was very different now from the frightened boy in Basil
Hallward's house. He had opened like a flower in the sun,
and was learning to enjoy every pleasure in life. 'And it is I,'
thought Lord Henry, 'who have taught him how to do this.'
When Lord Henry returned home that night, there was a
letter for him lying on the table. It told him that Dorian Gray
was going to marry Sybil Vane.