lad,goiohimandputtinghishandonhisshoulder,"youhaveetoolate.Yesterday,whehatSibylVanehadkilledherself--"

    "Killedherself!Goodheavens!istherenodoubtaboutthat?"criedHallward,lookingupathimressionofhorror.

    "MydearBasil!Surelyyoudontthinkitwasavulgaract?Ofcourseshekilledherself."

    Theeldermanburiedhisfahishands."Howfearful,"hemuttered,andashudderranthroughhim.

    "No,"saidDray,"thereisnothingfearfulaboutit.Itisohegreatromantictragediesoftheage.Asarule,peoplewhoactleadthemostonplacelives.Theyaregoodhusbands,orfaithfulwives,orsomethingtedious.YouknowwhatImean--middle-classvirtueandallthatkindofthing.HowdifferentSibylwas!Shelivedherfiragedy.Shewasalwaysaheroihelastnightsheplayed--thenightyousawher--sheactedbadlybecauseshehadknowntherealityoflove.Whensheksuy,shedied,asJulietmighthavedied.Shepassedagainintothesphereofart.Thereissomethingofthemartyrabouther.Herdeathhasallthepatheticuselessnessofmartyrdom,allitswastedbeauty.But,asIwassaying,youmustnotthinkIhavenotsuffered.Ifyouhadeierdayataparticularmoment--abouthalf-pastfive,perhaps,oraquartertosix--youwouldhavefouears.EvenHarry,whowashere,whhtmethenews,infact,hadnoideawhatIwasgoingthrough.Isufferedimmehenitpassedaway.Iotrepeataion.Noone,exceptsealists.Andyouareawfullyunjust,Basil.Youedowoe.Thatischarmingofyou.Youfindmesoled,andyouarefurious.Howlikeasympatheticperson!YouremindmeofastoryHarrytoldmeaboutacertainphilanthropistwhospeyyearsofhislifeintryingtogetsom