It is clean and pure and undefiled by the many worldly elements which often enter into the more mature lovemaking.
Perhaps Mildred Brown's entrance into Dorian's life did not differ from like incidents in many lives, but to him it was something holy.

Dorian at this time never admitted to himself that he was in love with the girl.

He sensed very well that she was far above him in every way.

The thought that she might ever become his wife never obtained foothold in him more than for a fleeting moment: that was impossible, then why think of it.

But there could be no harm in loving her as he loved his mother, or as he loved the flowers, the clear-flowing water, the warm sun and the blue sky.