Could he or his mother do anything to help?
No; only to lend their faith and prayers.

Would he come into the sick room to see her for a few minutes?
Yes, if she desired it.
Dorian followed the mother into the sick room.

Mildred lay well propped up by pillows in a bed white as snow.

She was thinner and paler than ever, eyes bigger, hair heavier and more golden.

When she saw Dorian, she smiled and reached out her hand, letting it lie in the big strong one.
"How are you ?" she said, very low.
"Well and fine, and how are you ?" She simply shook her head gently and closed her eyes, seeming content to touch the strong young manhood beside her.