She could take the shirts so far on their destination.
'Oh, Mr.Caldigate, how well I remember that last night!' 'So indeed, do I,--and the book.' The hardship upon the moth is that though he has already scorched himself terribly in the flame, and burned up all the tender fibre of his wings, yet he can't help returning to the seductions of the tallow-candle till his whole body has become a wretched cinder.

Why should he have been the first to speak of the book?
Of course she blushed, and of course she stammered But in spite of her stammering she could say a word.

'I dare say you never looked at it.' 'Indeed I did,--very often.

Once when Dick saw it in my hands, he wanted to take it away from me.' 'Poor Dick!' 'But I have never parted with it for an hour!' 'Where is it now ?' she asked.
'Here,' said Caldigate, pulling it out of the breast-pocket of his coat.

If he had had the presence of mind to say that he had lent the book to another young lady, and that she had never returned it, there might probably have been an end of this little trouble at once.