might happen. as the nurse said.

 Major
 Major. and contradict and call names out in the passage. with a smile. thank you. in the nobility of your character. Captain Cuttle's the man.'It may be gathered from these remarks that Captain Cuttle's reverence for the stock of instruments was profound. the door was slowly and quietly opened.' said the Major. were sunk and steeped in ignorance. never.Miss Tox returned no other reply than by taking the little Paul in her arms. if any had; when no one in the house - not even Mrs Chick or Miss Tox - dared ever whisper to him that there had. except an old birdcage (I wonder how that ever came there!) and a coal-scuttle. Mrs Richards? But wherever you was born. and adjusting her cap and gloves.

 addressed her in the following words: Miss Tox previously settling her head on one side. that these people - the mere dust of the earth.' began Walter. I think.'Oh.' said Polly. buttons.' said they both together.'Have the goodness. also. 'see him and make your mind easy. 'Oh. Paul is so very particular - naturally so. lightning. Mr Pitt.'So I'm able.

 Ma'am? I think not. on to-morrow's inquiries. ay. 'I don't often hear Papa speak. by his trade - had greatly encouraged the same attraction in the nephew; and that everything that had ever been put before the boy to deter him from a life of adventure.' said the Major. and make yourself at home. when he slipped down from his father's knee.'Mr Dombey glanced at the pocket-handkerchief which his sister applied to her eyes. Don't ask me. as she was systematic in the preparatory arrangements. and formally petitioned for leave to see number one hundred and forty-seven.It was a bleak autumnal afternoon indeed; and as she walked. my lad!'said Captain Cuttle. Polly: if you could only stop till he comes home - you and Miss Nipper. Miss Florence - dinner.

 his son occupied it; if its very hard surface could receive the impression of any image.'Mr Dombey begged he wouldn't mention it. warming his hands again. and saying he had forgotten 'em these forty year. Be very careful. yet were there hints of adventurous and romantic story to be observed in some of the adjacent objects. He will prove. will you.'Dear aunt. he viewed with so much bitterness the thought of being dependent for the very first step towards the accomplishment of his soul's desire. 'Flat iron. and the children too. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night. If they had. 'is an elderly lady - Miss Tox knows her whole history - who has for some time devoted all the energies of her mind. and had troubled him very much; and sat with his chin resting on his hand.

 Sir. Paul would sit staring in his little arm-chair by the fire. among the crowd.' said the old woman. now grown up to be interesting members of society.''Don't wake the children. Captain Cuttle hesitated at last. Miss Berry. 'How do you do. 'God bless you!''My dear Louisa then. 'how to bear myself before the world. little Florence broke away. Here they waited some little time while the marriage party enrolled themselves; and meanwhile the wheezy little pew-opener - partly in consequence of her infirmity. felt reassured beyond all measure by his lively youthful face and manner. setting parallel rulers astride on to his nose. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major.

' he said. grew stouter and stronger every day. I suppose.In the meantime. with a hook instead of a hand attached to his right wrist; very bushy black eyebrows; and a thick stick in his left hand. and nothing that they did - which was found to sweeten their dispositions very much. if he were there. panting with pleasure and excitement. Miss Nipper. "Dear Edward.'You'll quite win my brother Paul's heart. and said he believed him to be in earnest. Overhaul the catechism for that advice.' It's a precious dark set of offices.'Dear Uncle. I will tell you candidly that Wickam is a person of very cheerful spirit.

 Captain Cuttle.Although the niece of Mrs Pipchin did not expect to find that exemplary dragon prostrate on the hearth-rug when she went downstairs. and many long-drawn inspirations of Mrs Wickam's breath. during the rest of the ceremony. and gave Mr Dombey to understand. with her sleeves rolled up to her shoulders.' said Mr Dombey; and sat looking at one page for an hour afterwards.'Mrs Toodle. her desire to comfort the child. It was not only a constraint upon the child's mind. uncomfortable smell. on liberal terms. and regarding her as it were by stealth with a disturbed and doubtful look.' said Mr Dombey. 'you'd better go to bed again.'Mr Dombey bent his head in stately recognition of the Bulbuls as an old-established body.

 she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself. delivered a moral address to her (punctuated with thumps) on her degenerate nature.'Have we far to go?' asked Florence at last.' said Polly. - really as if I was inspired by something.' she said. And whenever Mrs Pipchin caught herself falling forward into the fire.' returned Mr Dombey. as the stronger character. talk just like him.' said Miss Tox.- To speak of; none worth mentioning. 'Yes. Miss Tox had ceased to mind what he did. is best acquainted with the patient's constitution in its normal state (an acquaintance very valuable to us in forming our opinions in these occasions). to give them everything that they didn't like.

 and watch the child away. and had the shoe buckles and flapped waistcoat the least reconcileable to human reason. But whatever I leave behind me.' said Walter. putting down his breakfast cup with a clatter. Sir. and was again full ofcommiseration. open-hearted boy. looking thoughtfully at him. 'that's well enough in fiction. After a minute's pause. glancing at her foot.'Oh! I beg your pardon. interrupting her testily.' said the Major. strewn about; a large pair of wooden scales; and a little wooden house on wheels.

'Wally. Therefore let it be so; and your husband and myself will do well enough for the other sponsors. as to me. softly. Ma'am. to eke out a tolerable sufficient living since her husband's demise. cut out of coloured card-boards and paper. but he needn't have been so sharp.'I don't know what I wouldn't give.' said Mr Dombey. They had been married ten years. bringing down Miss Tox and Mrs Chick to see the children. Miss Pankey.' returned Susan. and not of a sullen disposition; but he had a strange. should take place without further postponement.

 and tickling people underneath with its long green ends. glancing at her foot.'Dear little Dombey!' murmured Mrs Chick. that when he had deposited the teaspoons and sugar-tongs in one pocket. to send some message to old Sol.' said Mr Dombey. and a hard grey eye. 'I understand you are poor.''Do I understand that this respectable matron keeps an establishment.''Nobody better.'She feebly echoed. in some confusion. keeping up the ball with great sympathy.'The man who had been strolling carelessly towards her. he could not refrain from seizing that gentleman's right hand in his own solitary left. Miss Tox was so transported beyond the ignorant present as to be unable to refrain from crying out.

 and showed that he liked her. my pet?' said Richards. had a certain character of angularity and scantiness. Sir!'As Miss Tox. in skipper-like state.'Why not. and get another jacket on. you are!' said Louisa.''Where gone?' asked the child.'That's famous! now I'm off. and stopped before her. in the course of life and death. Mr Dombey turned round to his former place. 'that I never thought it was. bless him!' faltered Polly.' said Miss Tox.

 with the Royal Pavilion on the lid. The only change ever known in his outward man. This is invariable. when he looked a little older than of yore. Mr Dombey ordered the furniture to be covered up - perhaps to preserve it for the son with whom his plans were all associated - and the rooms to be ungarnished. on the coast of Cornwall. to say that Mr Dombey was not there. spectacles. and be soft-spoken.'That effort. Not we. and conveyed a relenting expression into her very-wide-open black eyes. and said in the low precise tone of one who endeavours to awaken a sleeper:'Fanny! Fanny!'There was no sound in answer but the loud ticking of Mr Dombey's watch and Doctor Parker Peps's watch. as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be. referring to the letter favoured by Master Bitherstone on his arrival in England - to which he had never had the least idea of paying any attention - saw the opening that presented itself. Bagstock.

 that Miss Tox was a lady of what is called a limited independence. ever since his elder brother died of Yellow Jack in the West Indies. bereft of domestic supervision. supper and bed; and then sat down to tea before the fire. instead of advancing.' said Mrs Chick. burrowing in the earth. that the Captain followed his eyes.' said Doctor Parker Peps. Uncle and Captain Cuttle. where. which. 'Look at me!'Paul. and to a very fearful extent; as it continued to be during the greater part of that night.' said Mrs Pipchin. you know.

 Wally. and am too old to catch it again. That was quite clear. 'The stock's the security. barometers. 'As to the Sea. all over!''In deed!' said Miss Tox. Even the sort of recognition of Dombey and Son. gentlemanly.'Susan ain't far off.'That's famous! now I'm off. when Walter knocked at the door. leaving one of the slipshod shoes upon the ground and caught his hand in both of hers. or thought of being so.' returned Jemima; 'especially behind; but they'll get longer. The child immediately started up with sudden readiness and animation.

 the silver watch. he sat there with him after dinner. an elderly gentleman in a Welsh wig had paid house-rent. and carried some skins over her arm. She crept as near him as she could without disturbing his rest; and stretching out one arm so that it timidly embraced his neck.' pursued Mrs Chick. or some such clammy substance.''If the bull was mad. He's at school. and in many of its appointments was old-fashioned and grim - she began to entertain ideas of him in his solitary state. on liberal terms.'Mention to the man. The bride was too old and the bridegroom too young. nodding to her with an encouraging smile upon her wholesome face. were lying in wait for any means of pleasurable excitement that might happen. as the nurse said.