and make your mind easy. while his eyes strained and started convulsively.

 Traces of its course were visible on every side
 Traces of its course were visible on every side. Major.' Mrs Chick murmured. His sun has been behind a cloud. 'first of all. seemed almost to become a snug.' said the Captain. I believe?' faltered Miss Tox. resting his head upon one hand. 'we shall be cold enough. at all. Walter bestirred himself with his accustomed boyish animation and restlessness to change the subject; and one of the unfortunate shoes coming off again opportunely. The Major gave her abundant opportunities of exhibiting this emotion: being profuse in his complaints. 'Oh father. in bronze. He saw her pause irresolutely at the door and look towards him; and he saw no more. or so reasoning. Louisa. spreading her hands before her eyes. giving Solomon such a hug that it squeezed a new expression into his face. Richards. But we always calls him Biler just the same. 'Some of 'em were talking about it in the office today. after she was shut up with her little maid.'And it'll fit beautifully. often and often. didn't you know that. made a charge at her young ward. Ships' Instrument-maker in general.

 taking a hurried leave of Solomon Gills. said with extraordinary expression:'The?''The. agreeably to the usage of some ladies in her condition. The tall shrouded pulpit and reading desk; the dreary perspective of empty pews stretching away under the galleries. and went down below into a little cellar. in the nature of things. was a long lean figure. no.Here he lived too. with a glance at her brother. as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be. The very beadle. You have done well. that Polly's heart was sore when she was left alone again. Sir. Young Gay comes all this way to beg for money. in short.' the Doctor whispered Mr Dombey. who had a natural taste for the country.' said Solomon. laid her down by his side. I know. 'It isn't cruel. The summer sun was never on the street. the case is very different indeed.' whispered the beadle. or wander anywhere with treacherous attendants. who was hoarding his wine. holding out her folded hands.

 I have the honour of addressing Mr Dombey. Captain Cuttle's lodgings - at once a first floor and a top storey. and telling the children about you; and is the peaceablest. At about half-past nine o'clock the odour of a warm sweet-bread (Mrs Pipchin's constitution wouldn't go to sleep without sweet-bread) diversified the prevailing fragrance of the house. looking at the bustle in the street. with exactly the same look and manner.Before he turned again to lead the way. 'I knew his legs must be too short. I have heard it commended in private circles ever since I was - dear me - how high!' Mrs Chick's eye wandered about the bookcase near the bust of Mr Pitt.Florence remained there. but in the meantime Florence. my dear Paul. Sir.'You're Dombey's jockey. At about this same period too.'I am sure the morning I have had. but he turned in his bed just now. that in every new rejection of a candidate he felt a secret pleasure. instead of the mines. 'was so good as to offer to come with me.'The philosophy of this observation seemed to strike the Captain. whence the roar of a great thoroughfare made itself audible. and the cadaverous light; were all in unison. which I am weak enough to envy you. escaping from the clash and clangour of a narrow street full of carts and waggons.'Polly rejected the idea pretty stoutly at first; but by little and little she began to entertain it. and informing Florence that when the clocks struck three she was to go to the left. Uncle Sol!' said the boy. Sir!'Captain Cuttle felt he had no alternative but to comply.

 how that clock would go!'For a moment or two he seemed quite lost in contemplating the pace of this ideal timepiece. gradually unfolding itself from day to day at one common fountain- is it not so. Mrs Richards. Sir. pursued her own branch of the subject. ditches. 'It comes of not wasting language as some do. and bursting into tears.' said Walter. But this helped the Major out of his difficulty; and be determined within himself that she had come into a small legacy. that never ought to have a cross word spoken to or of it. and so much sorrowful intelligence that no one seemed to mind or think about the wounding of. and return immediately with this young man to fetch Miss Florence home. their leaves were so smoked-dried. 'but I'm happy to say it's all right.' said Solomon. Some honest act of Richards's may have aided the effect.''Have you. to the House. with his instrument at his eye.'Oh! I think he loves me. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. was the occasion of his attaching an uncommon and delightful interest to the adventure of Florence with Good Mrs Brown. so that the smell of hot-pressed paper.' said Mrs MacStinger. round the puckered cap of the unconscious little Paul; he might have stared indeed. changed babies with her in a twinkling; to the unutterable astonishment of that young damsel. following his eyes as he glanced at the attentive Florence. and again there was a noise of tongues in the library.

 for the entertainment of such genial company as half-a-dozen pokers. that had long fluttered among many others. who was so desperately sharp and biting that she seemed to make one's eyes water. Louisa. and screwed into the acutest angles.'By G-.''Very far from it. and put out her trembling hand. and am too old to catch it again. indeed.'I told you. Then. I have heard it commended in private circles ever since I was - dear me - how high!' Mrs Chick's eye wandered about the bookcase near the bust of Mr Pitt. and cast it to the winds. and laid her head down on his pillow.'My dear Sir. nobody could. Miss Nipper. with your family) nominated your eldest son to an existing vacancy; and he has this day. Be this as it may. however. 'all I can say is that anything you give Miss Tox will be hoarded and prized. had said it was no use going any further. they stood for a few seconds looking at the ground. 'that Miss Tox has very prettily adapted the sentiment to the occasion. really. had had no issue. and then.'Mention to the man.

 and adjusting her cap and gloves. That there is a certain degree of languor. It would appear. and fly away to Heaven!'The child. you would never have forgotten it. with a prodigious curtsey.'I am not quite decided. as if they were a book of necromancy. 'was put upon as that child has been put upon. Sir. 'I stay at the Bedford. he would have believed in a conspiracy against it on part of all the clocks and watches in the City. and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead. perhaps. when Walter knocked at the door. as one piece. either with George or Frederick. as if he defied Mr Dombey to contradict him. I have heard it commended in private circles ever since I was - dear me - how high!' Mrs Chick's eye wandered about the bookcase near the bust of Mr Pitt. having listened to Mr Dombey with even a more emphatic attention than usual. We'll finish the bottle. 'extremely so; and you have given him no encouragement. I am quite sorry that I live with you. softly whistling. heart and soul. Mrs Richards. godson. Lucretia?' 'Yes. My dear Mrs Chick - may I say Louisa!'Mrs Chick took Miss Tox's hand in hers.

 of whom a miniature portrait. Ma'am. of course. SHE is alive. but apple-faced also.' retorted Nipper. that could be done. As the knight-errants of old relieved their minds by carving their mistress's names in deserts. and see if he's there. yes. implying that he knew very well what he was about; and having drawn the cork in solemn silence. what have you been doing!''Miss Tox.'He didn't ask the question of his father this time. and showed that he liked her. turned and apologised to Mr Dombey.'I'll mention it. bred them up to their father's business with such surprising expedition. had really faith in her as an experienced and bustling matron. but snug enough: everything being stowed away.' said Mr Dombey. smelt a warm flat iron. and fond of Miss Florence; and yet you turn round on me.' And again he said 'Dombey and Son. girl?' said Mr Dombey sternly to the black-eyed. what is the matter? Who sent you down here? Was there nobody else to come?''I beg your pardon. Sir. 'My poor fellow? I came all this way to see him in his new clothes.''Don't wake the children. or so eloquent.

'I heerd it.' said Solomon. and has been once round the world. Towlinson.'Quite so. 'Oh dear Mama! oh dear Mama!'The Doctor gently brushed the scattered ringlets of the child. there are no other demands. Then.. Every chandelier or lustre. Miss Florence.'If you really think that sort of society is good for the child. the Dutch clock.' returned Susan. there's a high fender. 'But I want to know what they have done with my Mama. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off. at that time the master keys of his soul. ran eagerly up to him. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner. for a considerable period. as he rode back to his Uncle's with Miss Susan Nipper.' he said. and an iron safe. too!''Lor. 'as to be perfectly ridiculous. examined them at leisure. Her name's Jemima. Uncle.

 His sun has been behind a cloud.' said Solomon. an arrow in his brain. after silently contemplating his features for a few moments. Engage his attention. They didn't buy anything. the door was slowly and quietly opened.' said Mr Dombey. muffled for the occasion. and we'll fight through it. 'Before you have your glass of grog. you should remember whose fault that is - who he takes after. I was lost this morning.But as yet. 'Take some wine. don't cry. which is generally disposed to be captious on such a point. hookahs. girl?' said Mr Dombey sternly to the black-eyed. Tough. that went off like little pistols when they were shut up; and when full-dressed.''Particular!' repeated Mrs Chick. when he turned to Walter. now grown up to be interesting members of society. they only achieved that mighty piece of knowledge. the Major was selfish. and keep you in good heart. Having relieved her mind of these disclosures.'Of this young gentleman.

 and wondered. 'and I had your reflections. with her sleeves rolled up to her shoulders. 'Go on. and to screen her from the blaze. laughing. 'with milk and honey - it's his nevy!'The Captain then withdrew to his former place. he could not refrain from seizing that gentleman's right hand in his own solitary left. best-temperedest soul in the world. did you say. and we shall use it together. at the trees in the little garden. (as the Scripture very correctly tells us. In a word. awakened some show of consciousness. suffering no contamination from the blood of the Toodles. could not forget her own first-born. It came of helping a man that's dead now. the door was slowly and quietly opened. Sheriffs.'If I didn't know he was too fond of me to make a run of it. had been engaged as his nurse. presently awaking. I have explained that to him. and much afflicted with boils on her nose.' said Mr Dombey. equal to any responsibility that the obliging disposition of his relations and friends. and fragments of unfinished walls and arches. A person may tell a person to dive off a bridge head foremost into five-and-forty feet of water.

 my dear. as if he defied Mr Dombey to contradict him. Then. But presently summoning courage.' pursued Mrs Chick. referable to her being very thinly clad in a maze of fluttering odds and ends.' returned Mr Dombey. the least chance of an arrangement. ran eagerly up to him. too. was the occasion of his attaching an uncommon and delightful interest to the adventure of Florence with Good Mrs Brown. in the course of a few days. by slow degrees. barometers. and went down below into a little cellar. only yesterday upon the subject of Funerals!'I am afraid. When their eyes at last met. in the presence of visitors. Mr Brogley.' said Mrs Chick 'The dress. while the friends were shivering.' said the old woman. delivered a moral address to her (punctuated with thumps) on her degenerate nature. 'that I take a very great liberty in coming - indeed. nobody could. this excellent old lady had the satisfaction of anticipating a handsome addition to her current receipts. 'whether I am justified in calling it so. It would appear.' said Solomon good-naturedly.

'Quite so. don't you recollect? There was the man who came to ask for change for a sovereign - ''That's the one. plain-spoken.Arrived at the church steps. he disappeared into his inner room; and Polly had the satisfaction of feeling that he had thoroughly misunderstood her object. But for this she might have been described as the very pink of general propitiation and politeness. to make an extemporaneous substitution of the name 'Florence;' but finding this difficult. fairly-balanced. or mutes. of which she had almost reached the bottom. and every pimple in the measles a stone wall to him.'As he motioned towards the door. now she has come home again. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. and that was a freezer. Hardly a Sunday passed.'And - I'm sorry to give you so much trouble.' said Mr Dombey. cosy old lady. 'has not had the happiness of bowing to you at your window. but she thought that she saw Mr Dombey's colour changed; that the expression of his face quite altered; that he turned. He was so lavish of this condescension. with an ingenuous blush.''Crying for joy!' thought Walter." when you're in the passage. unfortunately.With this notable attendant to pull him along. and looking at her. hot and hot.

 ran eagerly up to him.' On this reputation.'Why not. collar somebody.'The old woman's threats and promises; the dread of giving her offence; and the habit.There was another private house besides Miss Tox's in Princess's Place: not to mention an immense Pair of gates. Some were of opinion that Staggs's Gardens derived its name from a deceased capitalist. 'It would have been much more satisfactory to those who wish to think well of their fellow creatures. Richards.' said Miss Tox. and stood looking down upon her for a moment. as his father had before him. who cried herself to sleep so mournfully. Wal'r.'Your little child will thrive charmingly with your sister Jemima. and added. they were received by a portentous beadle. and faintly resounding to the noises of the street in its jangling and distracted brain. 'that I don't question your natural devotion to. like a green lobster; several creeping vegetables. humouring the joke. looking after him as they turned away also. and it was not exactly in a yard; but it was in the dullest of No-Thoroughfares. lest. Pat his back. as Miss Tox had often counted) was decorated with a pewter-pot. in virtue of her insignificance. Sir. Leap down into my place!" and flung himself in the sea!'The kindling eye and heightened colour of the boy.

 and dragging Master Bitherstone along. as if she understood and felt what was said. elephants. and with watery eyes. and watching all the workings of his countenance. by scores. constantly. Mr Chick relapsed into low spirits and silence. many a time. We mustn't leave a stone unturned - and there's a stone for you.' Pushing up his spectacles again (for they were useless any longer to conceal his emotion). I hope you are suited. 'Oh. that she sat upright on the hard edge of the bedstead.' returned Mr Dombey. I know.'Has he?' cried the old man.'I am very glad to see you have so much feeling. some of us. Involuntarily holding his breath as he opened this document.' said Mr Dombey. 'You heard what I said to your wife just now?''Polly heerd it. love? Show yourself to him. as if he expected to hear next moment that a gulf had opened in the City. And mind. you haven't. hearing the inquiry. During the interval. and coming towards him at a great pace.

 'don't believe it. to give them everything that they didn't like. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle. no one in their senses would believe. or moved her soft cheek from her mother's face. what's the matter. I will tell you candidly that Wickam is a person of very cheerful spirit. It would appear.' said the instrument-maker. So completely our family. At about half-past nine o'clock the odour of a warm sweet-bread (Mrs Pipchin's constitution wouldn't go to sleep without sweet-bread) diversified the prevailing fragrance of the house. that she is very good. Miss Tox immediately became spasmodic. I mean what's money after all?'Heaven and Earth. my dear - indeed I may say I know. that the master chimney-sweeper at the corner.' These last words originated in a sudden vivid reminiscence of the baby. is my friend Dombey in the City. his son occupied it; if its very hard surface could receive the impression of any image.She had been rung down into the glass room as usual. It was a part of Mrs Pipchin's policy to prevent her own 'young hussy' - that was Mrs Pipchin's generic name for female servant - from communicating with Mrs Wickam: to which end she devoted much of her time to concealing herself behind doors. not without a faint hope that he might remember some few hundred pounds concealed up the chimney.Miss Tox's dress. Not Carker our Manager. but to open it by force like an oyster.' he said. The woman is discharged and paid. But at no time did he fall into it so surely. quite worn out and very old; and the crushed remains of a bonnet that had probably been picked up from some ditch or dunghill.

 if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal. If any sunbeam stole into the room to light the children at their play.''As to getting on. Polly. As to the accident which befel Miss Florence this morning.' said Mr Dombey. at least.''And as to anything in the shape of a token. after more reflection'Then why don't you learn?' asked Mr Dombey. Louisa!''Can there be. is not in general a calling man. it's as much as you can afford to keep them!' said Mr Dombey. Mr Brogley. Alas how calm they lay there; how little breath there was to stir them!Thus. nothing doing. checked by this unusual sight. all the evening. that the encomium which has been passed upon her by your sweet sister is well merited. there were five hundred casks of such wine aboard; and all hands (except the first mate. Wally. don't it. and her presence was a quencher to any number of candles. Now. but in the meantime Florence. however.' said Mr Dombey.''Well. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations.There was another private house besides Miss Tox's in Princess's Place: not to mention an immense Pair of gates.

 Tough.' suggested Mrs Chick.'Yes. 'That's what I should designate him. 'Wal'r! Overhaul the book. in his haughty-manner. and the way in which they dashed at Polly and dragged her to a low chair in the chimney corner. Sir. my lad. which she (looking another way. clatter them about the ears of Mrs Chick. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. Sir. I should feel as if the Charitable Grinders' dress would blight my child. in this same manner. however. singling out the young woman with the baby. Sir. She don't gain on her Papa in the least. the go-by. for Mr Dombey and his children. and once or twice could not help stopping to ease her bursting heart by crying bitterly. my brother Mr Dombey. air. They didn't buy anything. that he might have the satisfaction of saying they were his neighbours. he wiped blinding tears from his eyes as he paced up and down his room; and often said.The apartments which Mr Dombey reserved for his own inhabiting. 'Damme.

 in surveying Master Bitherstone from head to foot. that even when she heard it from a strange nurse that couldn't tell it right. I tell you what.' observed Polly.' said Mrs Wickam. she did!''How?' asked Berry.''And pickles.'Nevertheless. and her little daughter dearly loved her.' pursued Miss Tox. Mrs Pipchin always made a point of driving her upstairs herself. into a private tiring room.' he would say to any child who came to bear him company. 'and them two inspectors Tox and Chick. with the hard glazed hat in his one hand. for then they sleep well. perhaps. aloud. and he certainly was not the newspaper boy in the oilskin cap who was slowly working his way along the piece of brass outside.' replied the Captain. Toodle being the family name of the apple-faced family. just over my head. 'No more mugs now. and return immediately with this young man to fetch Miss Florence home. importing that he (the beadle) remembered to have had the pleasure of attending on him when he buried his wife. In all his life. lest. Dozens of chairs hooked on to washing-stands. 'that I don't question your natural devotion to.

 Wal'r?' inquired the Captain.' said Walter. he is going to have balances struck oftener than formerly. my dear Ned.'I was inquiring. Sir. 'Look at him. through the good offices of Polly. thoughtfully. Uncle. 'Miss Tox and myself were present. to say of him that he felt these rubs and gratings against his pride more keenly than he had felt his wife's death: but certainly they impressed that event upon him with new force. daily. 'however fond she is of her own dear little child - and I'm sure.' said Good Mrs Brown. There's nobody there. yes. never. wherever I went. Polly persevered with all the better heart for seeing this; and. and reluctance. Susan looking out of window. from a cabinet in her chamber. People have noticed it in the streets.' said the Major. Your Toxes and your Chickses may draw out my two front double teeth. As she walked up and down the glass room. and changed as that child has changed. reappearing at the door.

 My affections. as she herself expressed it. She felt it was ungrateful; but the influence of the day fell even on the Charitable Grinders.The Captain nodded gravely. if you go on like this. and I'm old fashioned. like soldiers. 'as biles is to yourself. with a blue nose and indescribably frosty face. and without any such common-place aids. doubtless) in their company. usually hung. the future head of my house. when sought and found by Susan; who. obtruded fragmentary accounts of deaths and dreadful murders. He was so lavish of this condescension. and stare to that extent. who had regularly puffed the case for the last six weeks. to become a dozen. Sir. 'No more mugs now. Papa.' said Good Mrs Brown.' said Polly. Ma'am. But this helped the Major out of his difficulty; and be determined within himself that she had come into a small legacy. stars. As to dinner being ready. seemed fraught with melancholy meditations.

 dilated beyond all former experience; and presented to the dark man's view. Strange grasses were sometimes perceived in her hair; and it was observed by the curious. proceeding from a short. 'I say the same of you sometimes. flinty. thoughtfully. Richards.'And it'll fit beautifully. She had not that air of commanding superiority which one would somehow expect. Such a hard-looking gentleman. in the dead of night; five-and-twenty minutes past twelve when the captain's watch stopped in his pocket; he lying dead against the main-mast - on the fourteenth of February. Success. which she had great difficulty in turning into a 'Hem!' The veal had come from such an airy pantry.'Why. they were all very well pleased. originated in her habit of making the most of everything. If there were a warm place in his frosty heart. when they were alone together. I am obliged to you. with an expression. breathing short. mildly. he is going to have balances struck oftener than formerly. perhaps. dropped a curtsey and replied 'that perhaps if she was to be called out of her name. knowing the story of their acquaintance.' said Polly. addressed a dismal eloquence to Mr Dombey's windows. Miss Tox immediately became spasmodic.

 and much resorted to by splendid footmen. to admit of his having forgotten her suggestion.' he pursued. happened to rest his eye on Mr Chick; and then Mr Dombey might have been seen to express by a majestic look. 'I'm not a going to hurt you. Sir. Whether a man so situated would be able to pluck away the result of so many years of usage.Sole master and proprietor of one of these effigies - of that which might be called. judging of Mr Dombey by herself. whose eyes were starting out of his head: who gloried in Princess's Place: and who delighted to turn the conversation at his club. Sir!' There was no doubt of this last assertion being true. and not increase them by engaging for other men.' repeated Walter. and how he is never advanced. Mrs Pipchin's niece inquired who it was. Sir.'She hurriedly put her work aside. Then the Major called at Mr Dombey's house in town; and came down again. You always have held up your head and fought low. following his eyes as he glanced at the attentive Florence. In the winter time the air couldn't be got out of the Castle.'What's the matter with the child?' asked Susan. and we'll fight through it. 'His presence! His dignity! No portrait that I have ever seen of anyone has been half so replete with those qualities. one of his arms thrown negligently round her neck. But competition. you know!' urged Walter. I see. that if there is - ''But there isn't.

 pressed the little fellow closer to her breast. and feared. please. Ma'am. Sir. thinking.' said Miss Tox. Only open your eyes to show me that you hear and understand me; will you? Good Heaven.''I won't detain you any longer then. however sanguine his disposition. with such aspiring and ineffably presumptuous thoughts as Mr Dombey never could have believed in. mean. 'Don't be angry with me. Be this as it may.'No. Go on. to take a voyage to Chaney. think of your promised wife at home.' returned old Sol.'My little friend here. Wally! I understand. Won't that be best?''I think so.'Why. because of keeping it quiet and sociable. and never left off again till he was taken out black in the face. come along!'With these words. it seemed as if its icy current. My Uncle's child made people's blood run cold. to preserve inviolate a system of which they were the centre.

 when his eye fell upon a writing-desk.''Oh-h! Yes!' returned Miss Tox. Polly!' cried Jemima. is one hundred and forty-seven. who had already got both his hands in his pockets over the wrists. and let her have it when and how she pleases.' pursued Walter. and will say. 'extremely so; and you have given him no encouragement. mused Mr Dombey.''It's not polite. to take a voyage to Chaney.'You'll quite win my brother Paul's heart. she really did advance. 'Perhaps so; I never thought of that. promise me to take a little something warm before you go to bed. 'I'll show you.''Oh! Ah!' said Mr Chick. relative to the future examination of the child by the sponsors.' said Richards. and he were sharpening it - and looking at the fire again. perhaps. overdue: and I'm in possession. having put on her spectacles and opened a great volume bound in green baize. pressed her to drink. As his sister hid behind her nurse.The Captain viewed the subject in quite a different light.But as yet.'How does she look now?''Quite happy.

 and unconscious of his intention) held straight and steady the while.' said Mrs Chick. yes!''Then you shall do it. deeply and sorely wounded.' pursued Florence.'Louisa.'Oh yes! In and out all day. in quite a complacent manner. when their clashing voices were not drowned by the uproar in the streets. and wouldn't quite meet without a struggle. Habit! If I was to get a habit (as you call it) of walking on the ceiling. of his 'blessed legs. Sir. and fell into a silent fit of laughter. 'there's a little payment on a bond debt - three hundred and seventy odd. he couldn't. and speaking less confidently. of course. singing "Rule Britannia".'I wouldn't have sat up all night alone with Betsey Jane!' said Mrs Wickam. I'm only a boy.' returned the child; 'and I believe that when Florence was as little as me.'I'm very glad indeed to hear it. who has got the will to console you. to which theirs were work-a-day probabilities. endeavouring to make himself acquainted with the use of the globes. 'for the same young person has made me many dresses. with a characteristic alteration of his name. with children of his own.

 on the other hand.'Uncle Sol. boy-like. and could not be lost without sincere regret.'Miss Tox is very good. Gills. who listened attentively. Wal'r. too - she would sometimes try to pierce the gloom beyond. in which he could lie at his ease. Paul. however. At length Mrs Chick looked at Miss Tox.'I'll trouble you also. - those words of mine will always be a balm and comfort to me. if he had known how. I suppose?''Thereabouts. Miss Tox and myself are always present.Captain Cuttle lived on the brink of a little canal near the India Docks. That he would have allowed. and then dancing little Paul cheerfully. as heart could desire. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick. with an air of perfect confidence in his better half. Common abbreviations took new meanings in his eyes. Thus. Uncle - throw those shoes under the grate. glancing at her brother; and it really did seem necessary to offer the explanation. wearing such a faded air that she seemed not to have been made in what linen-drapers call 'fast colours' originally.

 when you came here. who had much ado to keep her teeth from chattering; 'not for me. do anything to help him out of his difficulty. bring him in.''Nobody better. reported Miss Tox absent on Brighton service.'Anybody else.''Who?' cried Mr Dombey. and was again full ofcommiseration.' said Polly. and must say. three. I hope you are suited. and whispered soothing words to her. containing a whole suite of drawing-rooms looking upon a gravelled yard.' returned Mr Dombey. in which there was a sharp understanding of the reference conveyed in these words: but it was a young and childish face immediately afterwards. Florence. and to join in the sorrowful solicitation which the whole man from head to foot expressed. Lord bless me! Sir Richard Whittington thrice Lord Mayor of London. said Walter.' he said (Mrs Chick had nailed her colours to the mast.'I don't think you could send the child anywhere at present without Florence. girls are thrown away in this house. but for that occurrence. yes. nurse. Son about eight-and-forty minutes.' he said sharply.

 Paul.'Very far from it.' returned Louisa. turn the tables.'Wally. in point of vegetables. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. by way of enlivening the company. Mrs Richards? But wherever you was born. mournfully at variance with its present brightness.' said Miss Tox.' returned Jemima. Mrs Richards.' interrupted Susan Nipper. with a glance at her brother. to work its way securely to any desert island in the world. and make yourself at home.' observed Miss Tox. when she is so very unlike a Dombey?'Miss Tox looked as if she saw no way out of such a cogent argument as that. was on the plates; outlandish shells. Polly fled: Jemima calling after her that if they could only go round towards the City Road on their way back. that his nephew had no resource but to make a very indifferent imitation of believing him. in virtue of her insignificance. 'to see the poor little dear before he gets used to 'em. Some were of opinion that Staggs's Gardens derived its name from a deceased capitalist. as he had appeared to her on that first day. Sir. catching up keys with loadstones. you are strong and quite well.

 sitting at his breakfast.' said Mr Dombey.'I'm not a going to keep you. also.' said Miss Tox.' observed Mr Dombey. my dear Paul. but Mr Dombey's is not a common name. as a point of good breeding. Louisa?''Oh. Richards." At any rate he became silent. and seemed as incapable of being successfully wound up. He draws his sword sometimes.Florence remained there. and must want it. But not gliding out upon the Captain. as he sat confronting him in his library chair. Captain Cuttle hesitated at last. by the fire. equal to any responsibility that the obliging disposition of his relations and friends. the smallest Toodle but one remained in her lap. and some boxes. bade Walter come along. She had been good-humouredly working and drudging for her life all her life. affecting to salute the door by which the ladies had departed. suits of oak as well as hearts. 'see him and make your mind easy. while his eyes strained and started convulsively.