One was from Uncle Zed's precious store, and one--What?
He picked it up--"David Copperfield." He opened the beautiful volume and read on the fly leaf: "From Carlia, to make up a little for your loss." He remembered now that Carlia, some time before, had asked him what books were in the package which had gone down the canal at the time when he had pulled her out of the water.

Carlia had not forgotten; and she was not here; the supper was over, and it was getting late.

Why had she not come?
The party broke up early, as it was a busy season with them all.

Dorian walked home with Uncle Zed, then he had a mind to run over to Carlia's.
He could not forget about her absence nor about the present she had sent.

He had never read the story, and he would like to read it to Carlia.