-El Sossaliana-

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.