A month later Dorian told Lord Henry that he was in love. "Her name is Sibyl Vane," he said. "She acts in a wretched little theatre in the East End, and she is the greatest thing I have ever seen. One night she is Rosalind, and the next she is Juliet. She has all the heroines of the world in her, and she is only seventeen. When I first saw her play, I forgot that I was in London in the nineteenth century. I was in a forest with someone the world had never seen." "And what did you say to her?" "I told her that I loved her, and she trembled and turned her head away. She calls me Prince Charming, because she does not know my name. Harry, I want you and Basil to come and see her act. Then you will understand." Lord Henry smiled. He was pleased. "To influence a person is to give him one's own soul," he thought. "There is nothing more interesting than that."