The Picture of Dorian Gray
The Picture of Dorian Gray ‘Why I was so bad to-night. Why I shall always be bad. Why I shall never act well again.’
He shrugged his shoulders. ‘You are ill, I suppose. When you are ill you shouldn’t act. You make yourself ridiculous. My friends were bored. I was bored.’
She seemed not to listen to him. She was transfigured with joy. An ecstasy of happiness dominated her.