He was a very natural young man, and there were some very charming girls in Greenstreet.

When, arrayed in their Sunday best, they sat in the ward choir, he, not being a member of the choir, could look at them to his heart's content, first at one and then at another along the double row.

Carlia Duke usually sat on the front row where he could see her clearly and compare her with the others--and she did not suffer by the comparison.
Dorian now begin to realize that it was selfish, if not foolish, to think always of the dead Mildred to the exclusion of the very much alive Carlia.

Mildred was safe in the world of spirits, where he would some day meet her again; but until that time, he had this life to live and those about him to think of.

Carlia was a dear girl, beautiful, too, now in her maturing womanhood.