If 'remorse of conscience' is hell, Dorian tasted of its bitter depths, for it came to him now that perhaps because of his neglect, Carlia had been led to her fall.
But what could he now do?
Find her.

And then, what?
Marry her?
He refused to consider that for a moment.

He drove the thought fiercely away.

That would be impossible now.

The horror of what had been would always stand as a repellent specter between them....