A flood of memories, a confusion of thoughts and feelings swept over Dorian.

The living Carlia in all her attractive beauty was before him, yet back of her stood the grim skeleton.

Could he close his eyes to that?
Could he let his love for her overcome the repulsion which would arise like a black cloud into his thoughts?
Well, time alone would tell.

Just now he must be kind to her, he must be strong and wise.

Of what use is strength and wisdom if it is unfruitful at such times as these?
Dorian arose to his feet and stood in the strength of his young manhood.