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They got up and put on their coats , sipping their coffee standing . The painter was silent and preoccupied . There was a gloom over him . He could not bear this marriage , and yet it seemed to him to be better than many other things that might have happened . After a few minutes , they all passed downstairs . He drove off by himself , as had been arranged , and watched the flashing lights of the little brougham in front of him . A strange sense of loss came over him . He felt that Dorian Gray would never again be to him all that he had been in the past . Life had come between them . . . . His eyes darkened , and the crowded flaring streets became blurred to his eyes . When the cab drew up at the theatre , it seemed to him that he had grown years older . CHAPTER VII . For some reason or other , the house was crowded that night , and the fat Jew manager who met them at the door was beaming from ear to ear with an oily tremulous smile . He escorted them to their box with a sort of pompous humility , waving his fat jewelled hands and talking at the top of his voice . Dorian Gray loathed him more than ever . He felt as if he had come to look for Miranda and had been met by Caliban . Lord Henry , upon the other hand , rather liked him . At least he declared he did , and insisted on shaking him by the hand and assuring him that he was proud to meet a man who had discovered a real genius and gone bankrupt over a poet . Hallward amused himself with watching the faces in the pit . The heat was terribly oppressive , and the huge sunlight flamed like a monstrous dahlia with petals of yellow fire . The youths in the gallery had taken off their coats and waistcoats and hung them over the side . They talked to each other across the theatre and shared their oranges with the tawdry girls who sat beside them . Some women were laughing in the pit . Their voices were horribly shrill and discordant . The sound of the popping of corks came from the bar . “ What a place to find one’s divinity in ! ” said Lord Henry . “ Yes ! ” answered Dorian Gray . “ It was here I found her , and she is divine beyond all living things . When she acts , you will forget everything . These common rough people , with their coarse faces and brutal gestures , become quite different when she is on the stage . They sit silently and watch her . They weep and laugh as she wills them to do . She makes them as responsive as a violin . She spiritualizes them , and one feels that they are of the same flesh and blood as one’s self . ” “ The same flesh and blood as one’s self ! Oh , I hope not ! ” exclaimed Lord Henry , who was scanning the occupants of the gallery through his opera - glass .
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