"A SHAMEFUL TRICK--UNWORTHY OF A WIFE? I COULDN'T CARE MUCH FOR YOU?

"As if I didn't prove that by trusting you with ten yards of velvet.
But I don't care what you say: I've saved everything--all but that
beautiful English novel, that I've forgot the name of. And if they
didn't take it out of my hand, and chopped it to bits like so much
dog's-meat.

"SERVED ME RIGHT?

"And when I so seldom buy a book! No: I don't see how it served me
right. If you can buy the same book in France for four shillings
that people here have the impudence to ask more than a guinea for--
well, if they DO steal it, that's their affair, not ours. As if
there was anything in a book to steal!

"And now, Caudle, when are you going home? What?

"OUR TIME ISN'T UP?

"That's nothing to do with it. If we even lose a week's lodging--and
we mayn't do that--we shall save it again in living. But you're such
a man! Your home's the last place with you. I'm sure I don't get a
wink of a night, thinking what may happen. Three fires last week;
and any one might as well have been at our house as not.

"NO--THEY MIGHTN'T?

"Well, you know what I mean--but you're such a man!