"What's the matter, do you suppose?
Turned off by the girl they say he means to marry by and by?
How pale he looks too! Must have something worrying him: he used to look as fresh as a clove pink." The master with whom he studied saw that he was losing color, and looking very much worn; and determined to find out, if he could, whether he was not overworking himself.

He soon discovered that his light was seen burning late into the night, that he was neglecting his natural rest, and always busy with some unknown task, not called for in his routine of duty or legitimate study.
"Something is wearing on you, Clement," he said.

"You are killing yourself with undertaking too much.

Will you let me know what keeps you so busy when you ought to be asleep, or taking your ease and comfort in some way or other ?" Nobody but himself had ever seen his marble or its model.

He had now almost finished it, laboring at it with such sleepless devotion, and he was willing to let his master have a sight of his first effort of the kind,--for he was not a sculptor, it must be remembered, though he had modelled in clay, not without some success, from time to time.
"Come with me," he said.
The master climbed the stairs with him up to his modest chamber.