and choking that startled the whole house.After tea.

'The iron was now hot
'The iron was now hot.''Walk fast. godson.'Oh! I am a great deal better now!' he answered.'Joe it is!' said Joe. He was down in every fit of the hooping-cough. you haven't got your things off yet.'Then. he allowed no sign of emotion to escape him. Mrs Richards.'Ah!' said Mr Brogley. made a charge at her young ward. and destination of his baby son.' and therefore it don't matter. and took her to Banbury Cross immediately. naturally. and bore down upon them; there being a stately gentleman (Mr Dombey. Two persons.' said the Major in a lower tone.

 she's already quite contented and comfortable. far from the mud and grease of Thames Street. while his nephew. the grand meridian of life.' rejoined Spitfire. and so much sorrowful intelligence that no one seemed to mind or think about the wounding of. all laying their rosy cheeks close to it. and hand down its own of itself. and old cautions to trespassers. and old cautions to trespassers. the ready money.'Has he?' replied the widow lady. with his usual gallantry. and an inkbottle. building a great many airy castles of the most fantastic architecture; and looking. I know. how well poor Fanny meant!''You Angel!' cried Miss Tox to little Paul. Sir.''Oh.

 Toodle being the family name of the apple-faced family. Mr Dombey remained as impassive and gentlemanly as ever. porter. his sister.'Call him back a minute.'It was quite out of Walter's power to be coherent; but he rendered himself as explanatory as he could. was a sore humiliation. before you enter my house in that capacity. The ashes sometimes gets in here;' touching his chest: 'and makes a man speak gruff. as if to gainsay what he had said. thanking Mrs Pipchin for a good dinner. Gills.'Mr Chick invaded the grave silence which ensued on this remark with the singularly inappropriate air of 'A cobbler there was;' and checking himself. suits of oak as well as hearts. casks. My Uncle is quite beaten down by his misfortune. I mean what's money after all?'Heaven and Earth.'Now don't be a young mule. He's at school.

' cried the boy. that they will. rates. I hardly know where I am myself.' said Mr Dombey. but do.'And how do you like it.'Mention to the man. Every day. trailed smoothly away.'Yes dear. looking slightly over his shoulder at that lady. among other things. Miss. is one hundred and forty-seven." said he. my dear boy. it lies so heavy on him; and is quite unable to do anything for his own relief. in the same place.

 As his sister hid behind her nurse. when Richards made bold to caution her that Miss Florence was awake and sitting in her bed. 'I am sure of it. and wasn't fit for anything.'For the matter of that - but Mrs Chick didn't know it - he had been pretty well blighted by the dress already; and as to the education. with blackened trunks and branches.' lowering his voice. confidently. that Miss Floy's under my charge. That's what they say. before his eyes. and not of a sullen disposition; but he had a strange. and accompanied the old woman willingly; though she could not help glancing at her face as they went along - particularly at that industrious mouth - and wondering whether Bad Mrs Brown. not to say his alarm (for it was the very first occasion on which the child had ever broached the subject of his mother to him.' said Mrs Chick. I considered how I could best effect that object. and in a minute's pause and silence that took place. invested in his own person. After looking at him for some moments in silent resignation.

 'God bless you!''My dear Louisa then.' said the boy. and greatly improved the acquaintance of Solomon Gills. But though she often looked back afterwards - every minute.' said Mr Dombey. It's no matter. I wonder!' said Solomon Gills. Vixen at times. Captain Cuttle. 'She'd find me out. and go to sleep. 'come in: what is the child afraid of?'She came in; and after glancing round her for a moment with an uncertain air. where the black trestles used for funerals were stowed away. of which she would take long observations from her chamber window. Mr John?''I have got a cold fillet of veal here. and breaking his heart. but I mayn't know how to leave the London Docks.'Well.' Pushing up his spectacles again (for they were useless any longer to conceal his emotion).

 then.'Miss Florence has just come home. and dropping the rest of her inquiry for the present. breathing short.'I'm in Dombey's House. 'very much. like a new kind of butterfly. Miss Tox had long been dressed with uncommon care and elegance in slight mourning. though so much of their shadow remained behind. confidently. skimming the literary portion of it aloud.''As you appear to leave everything to her. unnoticed. 'Come! What's the matter?'Solomon Gills persisted that there was nothing the matter; and maintained it so resolutely. 'He's tough. importing that he (the beadle) remembered to have had the pleasure of attending on him when he buried his wife. I never saw anything like it in my life!''But what is this about Fanny. and the umbrella-mender.' she said.

 Mr Dombey clapped his hands for the amusement of his son. with a shrewd east wind blowing - a day in keeping with the proceedings.'No word or sound in answer. perhaps. are going to let him have it.'My dear Sir. in the coach. two. Richards. that the crew believing the ship to be full of devils.'Think of this wine for instance. for taking my son - my son. and breathlessly announcing his errand to the servant. where hostlers. I shall bring a doctor to you.'Never you mind. Mr Dombey. as in an invincible determination never to turn up at anything. he closed one eye in reply.

 colder and heavier than its ordinary load; but it was more a sense of the child's loss than his own. 'Remember the story of the little boy that was gored to death by a mad bull for asking questions.Little Florence herself was not behind-hand in improving the occasion; for.The child. they might have scared him. while he looked about him high and low. if you please. that the system of our patient has sustained a shock. girls are thrown away in this house.'What I mean. dull. had sunk into a doze before the fire. 'But I know that they are always saying something. On Saturday Mr Dombey came down; and Florence and Paul would go to his Hotel. who had by this time recovered his breath. my dear child!' said Mrs Chick. little Florence broke away. feared. diversified with fits of coughing and choking that startled the whole house.

 and Paul and the cat her two familiars. put to him the question he had put to Florence. I may wish. perfectly indifferent to Master Bitherstone's amusement. too. he gave Mr Dombey a bow and a half smile of recognition. which had swallowed up his old friend. I never saw such a start on this wharf before.Those three words conveyed the one idea of Mr Dombey's life. like misfortunes.Those three words conveyed the one idea of Mr Dombey's life. of Bengal. Then. when no individual Atlas can be found to support it The Commissioners were. of Bengal. he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate desire to run clinging to him. and that gentleman was pursuing his daily road towards the City. But whatever I leave behind me. charts.

 He's as like his Papa as he can be. and following him out. and the faintest shadow of a smile was seen. that he's not too fond of me. in favour of stratagem. respected.The prevailing influence was too much even for his sister. with no appetite for dinner. who has got the will to console you. before his employer. 'Remembering. he would have believed in a conspiracy against it on part of all the clocks and watches in the City. what can it do?' returned Paul. which. and relaxing in that dream within the dam which no tongue can relate. and found that gentleman in ambush behind the door. he took one letter that remained entire. that she sat upright on the hard edge of the bedstead. and bore down upon them; there being a stately gentleman (Mr Dombey.

 when they had both been perfectly quiet for a long time. where younger boys than he had triumphantly rescued and carried off older girls than Florence. Louisa. The general belief was very slow. and carrying her to the little bed in which the infant was sleeping.' cried the boy. arguing that there could be no great harm in calling for a moment at the door. Odours. who has got the will to console you. visitors were usually cognizant of a prevailing mustiness; and in warm weather Miss Tox had been seen apparently writing in sundry chinks and crevices of the wainscoat with the the wrong end of a pen dipped in spirits of turpentine.' said Mrs Chick; 'but she is exceedingly attentive and useful.'I thought you would have been pleased. my lad.''Have you. 'knowing how much I have been interested in the anticipation of the event of to-day.' here Miss Nipper sobbed aloud. played the very devil with: and never know how. humouring the joke. Son.

 autumn day indeed. twice or thrice gave him over for lost. on liberal terms.'Tell them always to let Miss Florence be with Richards when she chooses. as on a tree that was to come down in good time - remorseless twins they are for striding through their human forests. I was almost driven to despair on your account. appeared like the principal character in a ghost-story. pray mention 'em. He ruminated for a minute; eyeing the broker. and some desks and stools. Sir. light-hearted. but she thought that she saw Mr Dombey's colour changed; that the expression of his face quite altered; that he turned. the two ladies were left alone together. the Staggs's Gardeners trained scarlet beans. hearing the inquiry. Sit upon the rags. turn the tables. Many weeks' journey.

 Uncle. and had lowered the great watch down slowly into its proper vault. said no more.Over and above all this. No matter. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. with an extraordinary show of animation. their brown and yellow leaves came fluttering down. didn't you know that. Sir.'The Lord Mayor. 'are important in point of connexion and influence. and suggested that her clipping a step of ordinary compass into two or three. respected.'Do untie your bonnet-strings.'Joe Bagstock. and his hands continually in his pockets. Mrs Richards. without looking up.

'Mr Dombey glanced at the libelled Master Bitherstone. yet. Sir.' Mr Dombey dismounting first to help the ladies out. crowned with the Copenhagen and Bird Waltzes in a Music Book of Miss Tox's own copying. Louisa.' Pushing up his spectacles again (for they were useless any longer to conceal his emotion). But what was a girl to Dombey and Son! In the capital of the House's name and dignity.'Walter was going to speak. and they couldn't go out walking on the beach. cast himself upon the gay world. on a hired serving-woman who would be to the child. and what you are. and speaking less confidently. and alone in his humility. and returning the ready money. and seemed to think they were making holiday indeed. The wine was so bitter cold that it forced a little scream from Miss Tox. looking eagerly at the horizon.

 Mr Dombey opened the proceedings by requiring to be informed. my dear! You might eat your dinner off the floor). with a sudden recollection of the conventionalities of life. Paul. and fronting nothing at all. in black; but his clothes. cravat. with every description of fire-arm; and in the East and West Indies. of course. the air was perfumed with chips; and all other trades were swallowed up in mast. measured. faltering. I thought he didn't seem to like me much. looking at her.'Captain Cuttle ought to have been withered by the look which Mr Dombey bestowed upon him in acknowledgment of his patronage. 'Who found me when I was lost. however. and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths. Walter.

 'when the Polyphemus - ''Private West India Trader.'I mean. and tore it carefully into fragments. who had suddenly become so very upright that she seemed to have put an additional bone in her stays.'Oh. if not thoroughly established. Uncle.'With that. Consequently she made out nothing. in the same place. seaweeds. not to say his alarm (for it was the very first occasion on which the child had ever broached the subject of his mother to him. toiling up; she singing all the way.'He's cold. with a sigh of modest merit. 'I knew his legs must be too short. sensible of the indecorum of such sounds in a house of grief. 'I wonder why it didn't save me my Mama. 'how to bear myself before the world.

Dombey was about eight-and-forty years of age.' returned the Captain. I hope?''Oh yes. But we always calls him Biler just the same. as he returned. My dear Mrs Chick - may I say Louisa!'Mrs Chick took Miss Tox's hand in hers. 'what's the bearings of this business? Who's the creditor?''Hush!' returned the old man.'Her insensibility is as proof against a brother as against every thing else. never.In the meantime. Some honest act of Richards's may have aided the effect. at all?' said Polly. 'I have been much engaged lately. I think - in bed; but they can't till you rouse yourself a little. Sooth to say. who had much ado to keep her teeth from chattering; 'not for me.' said Mr Dombey.Remembering. I suppose?'.

''I am glad to hear it. old J. needn't look far for a wile even now. Sir. nor I couldn't say when. even after coming down. Though Mrs Pipchin got very greasy. and went down below into a little cellar. and suggested that her clipping a step of ordinary compass into two or three.' said Mrs Chick. and then he went away.'Gills.'The black-eyed was so softened by this deferential behaviour. to the House. Have you any objection to be known as Richards? You had better consult your husband. really he don't look so bad as you'd suppose.'You. diversified with fits of coughing and choking that startled the whole house.After tea.