In a corner on an easel stood an unfinished copy of "Sunset in Marshland." Dorian's eyes rested for a moment on the picture, and as he again looked at the girl, he saw a smile pass over the marble-like face.
That was all.

Presently, he left the room, and without many words, the house.
Each day after that Dorian managed to learn of the girl's condition, though he did not go into the sick chamber.

On the sixth day word came to Dorian at school that Mildred was dying.

He looked about for Carlia to tell her, but she was nowhere to be found.

Dorian could not go home.
Mildred was dying! The one girl--yes, the only one in all the world who had looked at him with her heart in the look, was leaving the world, and him.