道林格雷的画像_奥斯卡·王尔德-第11章
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of no ethical value。 it was merely the name men gave to their mistakes。 moralists had； as a rule； regarded it as a mode of warning； had claimed for it a certain ethical efficacy in the formation of character； had praised it as something that taught us what to follow and showed us what to avoid。 but there was no motive power in experience。 it was as little of an active cause as conscience itself。 all that it really demonstrated was that our future would be the same as our past； and that the sin we had done once； and with loathing； we would do many times； and with joy。
it was clear to him that the experimental method was the only method by which one could arrive at any scientific analysis of the passions； and certainly dorian gray was a subject made to his hand； and seemed to promise rich and fruitful results。 his sudden mad love for sibyl vane was a psychological phenomenon of no small interest。 there was no doubt that curiosity had much to do with it； curiosity and the desire for new experiences； yet it was not a simple； but rather a very plex passion。 what there was in it of the purely sensuous instinct of boyhood had been transformed by the workings of the imagination； changed into something that seemed to the lad himself to be remote from sense； and was for that very reason all the more dangerous。 it was the passions about whose origin we deceived ourselves that tyrannized most strongly over us。 our weakest motives were those of whose nature we were conscious。 it often happened that when we thought we were experimenting on others we were really experimenting on ourselves。
while lord henry sat dreaming on these things； a knock came to the door； and his valet entered and reminded him it was time to dress for dinner。 he got up and looked out into the street。 the sunset had smitten into scarlet gold the upper windows of the houses opposite。 the panes glowed like plates of heated metal。 the sky above was like a faded rose。 he thought of his friends young fiery…coloured life and wondered how it was all going to end。
when he arrived home； about half…past twelve oclock； he saw a telegram lying on the hall table。 he opened it and found it was from dorian gray。 it was to tell him that he was engaged to be married to sibyl vane。
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Chapter 5
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chapter 5
〃mother； mother； i am so happy！〃 whispered the girl； burying her face in the lap of the faded； tired…looking woman who； with back turned to the shrill intrusive light； was sitting in the one arm…chair that their dingy sitting…room contained。 〃i am so happy！〃 she repeated； 〃and you must be happy； too！〃
mrs。 vane winced and put her thin； bismuth…whitened hands on her daughters head。 〃happy！〃 she echoed； 〃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。〃
the girl looked up and pouted。 〃money； mother？〃 she cried； 〃what does money matter？ love is more than money。〃
〃mr。 isaacs has advanced us fifty pounds to pay off our debts and to get a proper outfit for james。 you must not forget that； sibyl。 fifty pounds is a very large sum。 mr。 isaacs has been most considerate。〃
〃he is not a gentleman； mother； and i hate the way he talks to me；〃 said the girl； rising to her feet and going over to the window。
〃i dont know how we could manage without him；〃 answered the elder woman querulously。
sibyl vane tossed her head and laughed。 〃we dont want him any more； mother。 prince charming rules life for us now。〃 then she paused。 a rose shook in her blood and shadowed her cheeks。 quick breath parted the petals of her lips。 they trembled。 some southern wind of passion swept over her and stirred the dainty folds of her dress。 〃i love him；〃 she said simply。
〃foolish child！ foolish child！〃 was the parrot…phrase flung in answer。 the waving of crooked； false…jewelled fingers gave grotesqueness to the words。
the girl laughed again。 the joy of a caged bird was in her voice。 her eyes caught the melody and echoed it in radiance； then closed for a moment； as though to hide their secret。 when they opened； the mist of a dream had passed across them。
thin…lipped wisdom spoke at her from the worn chair； hinted at prudence； quoted from that book of cowardice whose author apes the name of mon sense。 she did not listen。 she was free in her prison of passion。 her prince； prince charming； was with her。 she had called on memory to remake him。 she had sent her soul to search for him； and it had brought him back。 his kiss burned again upon her mouth。 her eyelids were warm with his breath。
then wisdom altered its method and spoke of espial and discovery。 this young man might be rich。 if so； marriage should be thought of。 against the shell of her ear broke the waves of worldly cunning。 the arrows of craft shot by her。 she saw the thin lips moving； and smiled。
suddenly she felt the need to speak。 the wordy silence troubled her。 〃mother； mother；〃 she cried； 〃why does he love me so much？ i know why i love him。 i love him because he is like what love himself should be。 but what does he see in me？ i am not worthy of him。 and yetwhy； i cannot tellthough i feel so much beneath him； i dont feel humble。 i feel proud； terribly proud。 mother； did you love my father as i love prince charming？〃
the elder woman grew pale beneath the coarse powder that daubed her cheeks； and her dry lips twitched with a spasm of pain。 sybil rushed to her； flung her arms round her neck； and kissed her。 〃forgive me； mother。 i know it pains you to talk about our father。 but it only pains you because you loved him so much。 dont look so sad。 i am as happy to…day as you were twenty years ago。 ah！ let me be happy for ever！〃
〃my child； you are far too young to think of falling in love。 besides； what do you know of this young man？ you dont even know his name。 the whole thing is most inconvenient； and really； when james is going away to australia； and i have so much to think of； i must say that you should have shown more consideration。 however； as i said before； if he is rich 。 。 。〃
〃ah！ mother； mother； let me be happy！〃
mrs。 vane glanced at her； and with one of those false theatrical gestures that so often bee a mode of second nature to a stage…player； clasped her in her arms。 at this moment； the door opened and a young lad with rough brown hair came into the room。 he was thick…set of figure； and his hands and feet were large and somewhat clumsy in movement。 he was not so finely bred as his sister。 one would hardly have guessed the close relationship that existed between them。 mrs。 vane fixed her eyes on him and intensified her smile。 she mentally elevated her son to the dignity of an audience。 she felt sure that the tableau was interesting。
〃you might keep some of your kisses for me； sibyl； i think；〃 said the lad with a good…natured grumble。
〃ah！ but you dont like being kissed； jim；〃 she cried。 〃you are a dreadful old bear。〃 and she ran across the room and hugged him。
james vane looked into his sisters face with tenderness。 〃i want you to e out with me for a walk； sibyl。 i dont suppose i shall ever see this horrid london again。 i am sure i dont want to。〃
〃my son； dont say such dreadful things；〃 murmured mrs。 vane； taking up a tawdry theatrical dress； with a sigh； and beginning to patch it。 she felt a little disappointed that he had not joined the group。 it would have increased the theatrical picturesqueness of the situation。
〃why not； mother？ i mean it。〃
〃you pain me； my son。 i trust you will return from australia in a position of affluence。 i believe there is no society of any kind in the colonies nothing that i would call societyso when you have made your fortune； you must e back and assert yourself in london。〃
〃society！〃 muttered the lad。 〃i dont want to know anything about that。 i should like to make some money to take you and sibyl off the stage。 i hate it。〃
〃oh； jim！〃 said sibyl； laughing； 〃how unkind of you！ but are you really going for a walk with me？ that will be nice！ i was afraid you were going to say good…bye to some of your friends to tom hardy； who gave you that hideous pipe； or ned langton； who makes fun of you for smoking it。 it is very sweet of you to let me have your last afternoon。 where shall we go？ let us go to the park。〃
〃i am too shabby；〃 he answered； frowning。 〃only swell people go to the park。〃
〃nonsense； jim；〃 she whispered； stroking the sleeve of his coat。
he hesitated for a moment。 〃very well；〃 he said at last； 〃but dont be too long dressing。〃 she danced out of the door。 one could hear her singing as she ran upstairs。 her little feet pattered overhead。
he walked up and down the room two or three times。 then he turned to the still figure in the chair。 〃mother； are my things ready？〃 he asked。
〃quite ready； james；〃 she answered； keeping her eyes on her work。 for some months past she had felt ill at ease when she was alone with this rough stern son of hers。 her shallow secret nature was troubled when their eyes met。 she used to wonder if he suspected anything。 the silence； for he made no other observation； became intolerable to her。 she began to plain。 women defend themselves by attacking； just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders。 〃i hope you will be contented； james； with your sea…faring life；〃 she said。 〃you must remember that it is your own choice。 you might have entered a solicitors office。 solicitors are a very respectable class； and in the country often dine with the best families。〃
〃i hate offices； and i hate clerks；〃 he replied。 〃but you are quite right。 i have chosen my own life。 all i say is； watch over sibyl。 dont let her e to any harm。 mother； you must watch over her。〃
〃james； you really talk very strangely。 of course i watch over sibyl。〃
〃i hear a gentleman es every night to the theatre and goes behind to talk to her。 is that right？ what about that？〃
〃you are speaking about things you dont understand； james。 in the profession we are accustomed to receive a great deal of most gratifying attention。 i myself used to receive many bouquets at one time。 that was when acting was really understood。 as for sibyl； i do not know at present whether her attachment is serious or not。 but there is no doubt that the young man in question is a perfect gentleman。 he is always most polite to me。 besides； he has the appearance of being rich； and the flowers he sends are lovely。〃
〃you dont know his name； though；〃 said the lad harshly。
〃no；〃 answered his mother with a placid expression in her face。 〃he has not yet revealed his real name。 i think it is quite romantic of him。 he is probably a member of the aristocracy。〃
james vane bit his lip。 〃watch over sibyl； mother；〃 he cried； 〃watch over her。〃
〃my son； you distress me very much。 sibyl is always under my special care。 of course； if this gentleman is wealthy； there is no reason why she should not contract an alliance with him。 i trust he is one of the aristocracy。 he has all the appearance of it； i must say。 it might be a most brilliant marriage for sibyl。 they would make a charming couple。 his good looks are really quite remarkable； everybody notices them。〃
the lad muttered something to himself and drummed on the window…pane with his coarse fing
