One afternoon, a month later, Dorian Gray visited
Lord Henry. Dorian was excited and his eyes were
shining.
'Harry,' he began, 'I'm discovering life. I'm doing everything
that you told me to do. I'm in love!'
'Who are you in love with?' asked Lord Henry, calmly.
'With an actress.'
'Oh, everybody's in love with an actress at some time in
their lives,' said Lord Henry.
'No, Harry, this is different. She's wonderful! Her name's
Sybil Vane, and one day she'll be a very famous actress. She
really is extraordinarily clever.'
'My dear boy,' said Lord Henry in his lazy voice, 'no
woman is extraordinarily clever. Women have nothing to
say, but they say it beautifully. There are only five women in
London who can give you real conversation. But tell me
about your wonderful actress. How long have you known
her?'
'Harry! I'll tell you all about her, but you must promise not
to laugh.'
Lord Henry listened and smiled. Dorian had discovered an
old, dirty theatre in a poor street in London. He had gone in
to look for adventure, but had found love, he told Lord