The hours glided away, and daylight began to fade, but not until he had finished his work.
Then he scraped his pallet and washed his brushes, and seated himself upon the sofa opposite the easel.

There was no picture, of Diana or of Endymion any longer.

In the place of Diana there was a full summer moon shining calmly in a cloudless heaven.

Its benignant light fell upon a solitary grave upon a hill-top, which filled the spot where Endymion had lain.
Arthur Merlin sat in the corner of the sofa with folded arms, looking at the picture, until the darkness entirely hid it from view..