entiontohim,Dorian,"saidthepainter."Iuandwhatyoumean,andIbelieveinthisgirl.Anyoneyoulovemustbemarvellous,andanygirlwhohastheeffectyoudescribemustbefineandospiritualizeonesage--thatissomethingworthdoing.Ifthisgirlgiveasoultothosewhohavelivedwithoutone,ifshecreatethesenseofbeautyinpeoplewhoseliveshavebeensordidandugly,ifshestripthemoftheirselfishnessahemtearsforsorrowsthatarenottheirown,sheisworthyofallyouradoration,worthyoftheadorationoftheworld.Thismarriageisquiteright.Ididnotthinksoatfirst,butIadmititnow.ThegodsmadeSibylVaneforyou.Withoutheryouwouldhavebeeninplete."

    "Thanks,Basil,"answeredDray,pressinghishand."Ikhatyouwoulduandme.Harryissoical,heterrifiesme.Buthereistheorchestra.Itisquitedreadful,butitonlylastsforaboutfivemiheainrises,andyouwillseethegirltowhomIamgoingtogiveallmylife,towhomIhavegivehingthatisgoodinme."

    Aquarterofanhourafterwards,amidstaraordinaryturmoilofapplause,SibylVaeppedontothestage.Yes,shewascertainlylovelytolookat--oheloveliestcreatures,LordHenrythought,thathehadeverseen.Therewassomethingofthefawninhershygradstartledeyes.Afaintblush,liketheshadowofaroseinamirrorofsilver,cametohercheeksassheglahecrowdedenthusiastichouse.Shesteppedbackafewpadherlipsseemedtotremble.BasilHallwardleapedtohisfeetaoapplaud.Motionless,andasoneinadream,satDray,gazingather.LordHenrypeeredthroughhisglasses,murmuring,"Charming!charming!"

    ThesewasthehallofCapuletshouse,andRomeoinhispilgrimsdresshadehMercutioandhisot