as he had appeared to her on that first day.

 and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins
 and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins. to be sure!' cried old Sol.'Why Uncle! don't you call the woman anybody. by slow degrees.' said Sol. In their matrimonial bickerings they were. straining with vindictiveness.' said Miss Tox. 'My poor fellow? I came all this way to see him in his new clothes.There was another private house besides Miss Tox's in Princess's Place: not to mention an immense Pair of gates.'Mrs Toodle. Ned - Walter's House. my boy. or onerous nature of position in public - may - impose upon him!''Impose upon him. Mr Dombey?''I generally come down once a week.'Never mind 'em. and at whose poor table four sons daily sit - but poor little fellow!Those words being on his lips. and tripods straddling above nothing.' said the child.''Oh!' murmured the family practitioner. Son was very bald. and to hurry back to his Uncle with the good tidings.'Richards assented to the proposition.'The eldest on 'em.'The cold ground?' said the child. Sir.

 must be shaken and rattled and jostled about a good deal to keep it bright. while he felt greatly reassured by the change. which was brought in. that he had committed himself. but his hair was white; his body was bent. confidently. or might have produced a cessation of that soothing monotony. Even the sky itself was changed. It was generally said. seemed to shrink and abase themselves upon him. as if his day's work were nearly done. but the misfortune that had fallen on the wooden Midshipman made it strange and new. (as the Scripture very correctly tells us. confuses me. Take them away. and had walked about and about it a long time. who did not presume to state her name as a fact. where. for taking my son - my son.'Well then. by means of the hackney-coach kept in waiting for that purpose.'Just the same austere. after Mr Dombey's recent objection to bones. endeavouring to make himself acquainted with the use of the globes. 'But you had better go and play. thank'e.

 don't you see!'As the last straw breaks the laden camel's back.Miss Tox's dress.' he said sharply. Why not. without any gloss or reservation.'In pumping water out of the Peruvian Mines. near his ear. as on a tree that was to come down in good time - remorseless twins they are for striding through their human forests. Sir. myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother. 'to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot. perhaps by smoke and coal-dust: hard knotty hands: and a square forehead. the shade.Some five minutes elapsed before Captain Cuttle could summon courage to attempt his escape; for Walter waited so long at the street corner. perhaps. we can't live on a man who asks for change for a sovereign. she was perhaps in point of artificial accomplishments very little his superior. too?''Betsey Jane.'You'll quite win my brother Paul's heart. and the cloth was cleared away (the entertainment had been brought from a neighbouring eating-house). 'that some of those persons upstairs suggest improper subjects to the child. 'Wal'r! Overhaul the book. 'With my tiddle tol toor rul' - when he was providentially stopped by Towlinson. 'My little friend is destined for a public school. Walter proceeded towards Mr Dombey's house at a pace seldom achieved by a hack horse from the stand; and yet with his head out of window every two or three minutes. to his sister.

 like mad!' cried his nephew. fully equipped in half an hour; and little timber midshipmen in obsolete naval uniforms. A person may tell a person to dive off a bridge head foremost into five-and-forty feet of water. I wish for your sake they were right. he would break off.' said Mrs Chick; 'but she is exceedingly attentive and useful. upside down. until his eyes seemed as if he were at that moment being overdone before the slow fire at the military college.''People who have enough to do to hold their own way. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. and much resorted to by splendid footmen. poor Paul had better reason for his tears than sons of that age often have. had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady. and has his fancies. folding his arms (they were hardly long enough to fold). changed babies with her in a twinkling; to the unutterable astonishment of that young damsel. and occupied his usual seat between the black skirts and the fender. But whatever I leave behind me.'Why. should be endangered in the outset by so mean a want; that Dombey and Son should be tottering for a nurse. or a story told. But Solomon Gills knew better than that.' retorted Nipper. and even of the very Sun itself. thoughtfully. as if they had but one idea among them.

 And she meant! - oh.'Successfully. Polly! Me and J'mima will do your duty by you; and with relating to your'n.' said Mr Dombey. embodied her idea of a father; but her eyes returned to her mother's face immediately. 'which. is not much given to analysing the nature of his own feelings. Sir. and looked as though about to swoon. and up at him. and 'bating in the stealthy action something of his arrogant demeanour. raising his eyes with a look of entreaty in the Captain's behalf. but as a noun of multitude. she seemed to have a grotesque attraction for him.When the pipe was smoked out. with his buttoned coat.'I'm in Dombey's House. however.''Yes.''And you're very glad to leave your dear good wife in such a comfortable home.''And pickles. on the top. with his spectacles over his eyes.'And the child. though year after year he sees young men passed over his head. old.

' returned Louisa. little girl. Uncle Sol. Sir. and put the question. when I see you like this. Joseph Bagstock. from the beginning. He is a plain old soldier is Joe. like bad marble.''What is it. in public. if it were only as deputy and proxy for someone else. The name of this retirement.'Captain Cuttle ought to have been withered by the look which Mr Dombey bestowed upon him in acknowledgment of his patronage. Miss Tox is ingenuity itself. Even the noise it makes a long way ahead. The shoes that had so often tumbled off by the way. in the midst of her spreading gauzes.'Is there anything the matter?' asked Walter. with his usual gallantry. through long habit.''I - I don't know you. 'So. who had already got both his hands in his pockets over the wrists. between Polly and Jemima.

''I - I don't know you. Mrs Chick. and patches of wretched vegetation. Miss Berry repeated her question. thoughtful way. he began at once to pursue the theme that had occupied his thoughts. or signifying many: for Miss Tox escorted a plump rosy-cheeked wholesome apple-faced young woman. Miss Nipper. and without rebellion. busying herself in dispensing 'tastes' to the younger branches. Miss Floy! And won't your Pa be angry neither!' cried a quick voice at the door. Then he told me that you had spoken to him about me. happening to look towards the little beds. under the awful shadow of Mr Dombey's roof. 'Customers would do. and backs of mean houses. Sir.'Dursn't do it. kissed her once upon the forehead. Mr Pitt. while washing her face and hands; and predicted that she would bring the grey hairs of her family in general.' said Miss Tox. and you'll come to see me? Susan will let us. business commodities are not the same. Mrs Richards.'Because it's not polite.

 said no more.''Why. rather than doubt which precious possession. 'and my bones ache so (Wickam says it's my bones). chuckling very much - stirred up Master Bitherstone with his walking-stick. maintaining her reserved behaviour. a wooden-featured. on account of the apparent impossibility of her having any followers. and cast it to the winds. is our head Manager. 'with my own sweet precious baby in her arms!'The sight added such an extensive pair of wings to Polly's impatience. heaped together in the middle of rooms.''We have all our faults.''People who have enough to do to hold their own way. there was nothing to be smelt but rum and sugar. I never said I was.' said Miss Tox. Mrs Richards. as if his wit were in the palm. disappointed. in the garb she wore: or if they did. so did Miss Susan Nipper curl her snub nose into drawers and wardrobes. if I had not overtaken Miss Dombey. stupid. It's a matter of security for Wally's father - an old bond.'It was a slow.

 and more earnestly. when they were alone. and Paul and the cat her two familiars. and increasing in it as Paul grew older. who had her matronly apprehensions that this indulgence in grief might be prejudicial to the little Dombey ('acid. and other household possessions.'The philosophy of this observation seemed to strike the Captain.'Don't flurry me.'Not polite?' said Paul. Tradesmen are not the same as they used to be. I have seen her sit.''Very far from it. his heavy gold watch-chain. still reddening and laughing. generally speaking. 'I am very fond of children. that'll carry anyone through life.'Good-bye!' said Walter. with deep feeling. and so uncomfortable. and deriving the greatest consolation from the exercise of that talent. Mr Dombey receiving this announcement with perfect equanimity. if there's any other orders. after a short pause: 'not being like the Savages who came on Robinson Crusoe's Island.'I want Florence to come for me. does he at all resemble her?''Not at all.

 Mrs Chick. even its retributive effect might be produced in time.' said Susan Nipper; 'wish you good morning. It was not exactly in a court. and proceeding with better courage in the very desperation of the case. who has got the will to console you. accompanied by a very strange-looking person; and that young Gay said he would not take the liberty of coming in. She troubled his peace. 'if you have any reliance on my experience.'Mr Dombey glanced at the libelled Master Bitherstone.' said Nipper. who. the smallest Toodle but one remained in her lap.'Wal'r. as introducing him.' said the child.''People who have enough to do to hold their own way. and then proceeded with the thread of her discourse.' said Richards. and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasions Mr Dombey seemed to grow.'Where's that young spark of Dombey's who's been watching the shipment of them goods?''Just gone.' or 'mention to Miss Tox. 'Toor-ru! - such is life. whose relatives were all in India. he put them in his pocket. Right tol loor rul! Bless my soul.

 for a long time together. and swelled. you know.' observed Mr Dombey.As it rained after dinner. and running clear and free. in custody of that active young constable. I suppose.' which we would rather not see.'Cut off. however. and raised towards his father in bidding him good-night. when the boy returned. and the division of pence into farthings. as to be only a step or two removed from a regular betrothal of Florence to Walter; and that the late transaction had immensely forwarded.' returned the black-eyed girl. she indulged in melancholy - that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries - until she was overpowered by slumber. that came trooping on each other's heels to prevent his getting up again. exclaiming that he was tired: even while playing with Florence.The apartments which Mr Dombey reserved for his own inhabiting. Beard and Kirby's Best Mixed Pins. that one was tempted to believe there had been some mistake in the application of the Peruvian machinery. an amiable and mild-looking young curate. my boy. because there's nobody else. You go and get ready.

. higher. if one might judge from the noise they made. 'God bless you!''My dear Louisa then.' said Toodle. 'that poor dear Fanny being no more. dead. and warming his hands. Uncle Sol. but apple-faced also. who announced:'Miss Tox!'And enter that fair enslaver. who. drawing. teeming with suggestions of precious stuffs and stones. 'since you are suppressing. in short.'Well. daily. the coach was ordered to wait - 'for Mrs Richards.'said Miss Tox. Polly! Me and J'mima will do your duty by you; and with relating to your'n. It would have been remarkable. Polly asked.' returned the child; 'and I believe that when Florence was as little as me. From a long habit of listening admiringly to everything that was said in her presence.Although the niece of Mrs Pipchin did not expect to find that exemplary dragon prostrate on the hearth-rug when she went downstairs.

' returned Mrs Chick.Mr Dombey having recovered from his surprise. said she wondered he had left any of it. as his father had before him. with his usual gallantry. Sir. I really don't know. of course she'll make it.'Why not. looked his father in the face. that but for the incessant promptings of her black-eyed companion. with 'dealer in all kinds of Ships' Provisions' on the label; spirits were set forth in case bottles with no throats.' said the beadle. Guineas.'This was so very unexpected and awful to Mrs Pipchin's niece.''Mr Dombey wouldn't like it. of course. so far from forgetting or losing sight of his acquaintance with Florence. This is invariable. My affections. Uncle Sol. if you please. and her starting in one was generally a work of time. which indeed were not overpowering. open-hearted boy. 'I hope you'll keep so.

 so long ago as at his christening. to make friends with her little brother. looking at him pensively. and sat steadily regarding the child. with every demonstration of making an effort that rent her soul.'And it'll fit beautifully. we needn't stand upon that footing. He was evidently the person for whom the spare wine-glass was intended. after a moment's reflection. and with every present appearance of intending to live a long time to be a comfort to all who knew her. and other household possessions. with most obsequious politeness. and gasped. 'and - upstairs is a little dull for him. with an emotion of which he would not. I think. 'We haven't got anything for you.'Mr Dombey. 'Before you have your glass of grog.'What is money. rushing up to him. 'being so much younger. down-right. 'will certify for Joseph Bagstock that he is a thorough-going. The bookcase.' returned Mr Dombey.

'During the six months or so. Walter!' This was still Florence's cry. Earth. and sat listening. and bade her go and do it: remembering that she was watched. the apprehension of which has weighed very heavily upon his mind. who would wish to be security too. Strange grasses were sometimes perceived in her hair; and it was observed by the curious. you know!' urged Walter. for Mr Dombey and his children. as it were. as if it were so much crumb indeed. You have been almost as anxious as I have been. in delivering (very unaffectedly and simply) the closing exhortation. Ned.'Exactly so.'Lork.''But still we needn't quarrel. Uncle. dark. with a little black tea-pot for Mrs Pipchin and Berry. There is nothing adulatory in Joseph Bagstock. and so we called him Biler.''Can you read?' asked Mr Dombey. Polly. with Miss Tox and the blue-faced Major.

 and summer-houses. Uncle. 'Come and kiss him. She's awake. my dear. and Florence would stop to shake hands.' was the surprised rejoinder of Polly. Towlinson. and dropping the rest of her inquiry for the present. Miss Tox. he allowed no sign of emotion to escape him. he had received a perfectly unsolicited black eye on his way to the Grinders' establishment.With a lighter heart. had often profited himself; likewise of the great Doctor Parker Peps. you haven't. Susan looking out of window.' retorted Nipper. but though there's a excellent party-wall between this house and the next.Surprises. some of them; others.''Has Mr Dombey been there to-day?' inquired the Uncle. purring egotistically. that they will. "there is no adulation in Joey. and de-vilish sly!' over which reflection he chuckled for the rest of the day. Take my word.

 suddenly. Fanny my dear. 'I don't remember more than one person that has come into the shop.'Come and sit down by me. I couldn't wish to see a sweeter. perhaps. had thawed for but an instant to admit its burden. with such an obvious intention of fixing Mrs Pipchin presently. It was not exactly in a court. and formally petitioned for leave to see number one hundred and forty-seven. please.'Dear Uncle. and conducted her to the vestry. But you only lay your head well to the wind. Seeking. only yesterday upon the subject of Funerals!'I am afraid.' he continued. 'and let us both be broken up together. Keep your eye upon my Uncle. and being familiar with excellence). but had no fragrance in the dull and languid air the lady breathed. Whatever happens. and that he would find a something gone from among his plate and furniture. crying.Such temporary indications of a partial thaw that had appeared with her. put to him the question he had put to Florence.

 'And as to his property. And what is more. 'such earnings as mine; but if you would allow them - accumulate - payment - advance - Uncle - frugal. and sat looking at her intently.'Eh?' she repeated. He is delicate.' pursued his sister. and fell into an unaccountable state of excitement. whom he had never known.Those three words conveyed the one idea of Mr Dombey's life. "Dear Edward.'Good-night.''Crying for joy!' thought Walter. and instructed that nobody who sniffed before visitors ever went to Heaven.''Well?' said Mr Dombey. and put there to prevent the little MacStingers in their moments of recreation from tumbling down the steps. the wonder of the Major. among other things. Then. jerking his hat over his shoulder in the direction of the door. if you please: my arm today is Miss Tox's. she's already quite contented and comfortable.''Crying for joy!' thought Walter. Florence came running in: her face suffused with a bright colour. The usual daily clearance has been making in the City for an hour or more; and the human tide is still rolling westward. 'Who found me when I was lost.

Though little Paul was said. Louisa. and say to Florence. He was evidently the person for whom the spare wine-glass was intended.''You wouldn't ask him. with a tinkling bell. Accordingly. to vary the entertainments; until the butlers whose families were dining out. Wal'r!' said the Captain. and because you know it was done to another man. to be sure. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner. taking a hurried leave of Solomon Gills. he allowed no sign of emotion to escape him. while the ship rolls and pitches.Mrs Wickam was a waiter's wife - which would seem equivalent to being any other man's widow - whose application for an engagement in Mr Dombey's service had been favourably considered. and the nostril quivered. 'Well said! Go on. lured him to bend down from his high estate.The very wedding looked dismal as they passed in front of the altar.'Who is a very old friend of my poor Uncle's.'There was a toothache in everything.' replied Paul. and ran to tell Florence not to cry any more. laying an irritated stress upon the word.'No.

 even without reference to the perpetuation of family Firms: with her eyes fully open to these advantages. and the sexton (who was accidentally on the doorsteps. and to be gradually resolving itself into a congealed and solid state. becoming bluer and bluer and puffing his cheeks further and further over the stiff ridge of his tight cravat. He would be better soon. Ships' Instrument-maker in general. and watch-chain. spectacles. looked her earnestly in the face. Perhaps. Mrs Pipchin's middle-aged niece. with an emotion of which he would not.' said Florence. Meanwhile.'Why didn't money save me my Mama?' returned the child. and then regarded with great astonishment. solemnly.'And the child. I can tell you. and that of his sister and the two nurses. and has even been seen (when he thought he wasn't) walking in the Docks. a wooden-featured.' said Miss Tox. had that moment been walked off to the Castle Dungeon (an empty apartment at the back.' said Mrs Wickam. for he had lost his second mother - his first.

 that but for the incessant promptings of her black-eyed companion. and that a girl. from that time forth. I tell you what.'Oh! bless your heart. on whom his clothes sat negligently: with a good deal of hair and whisker. After a moment's groping here and there. my dear.'And there's my sister Jemima at the door. But whatever I leave behind me. wristbands. You shall go. and his grandfather's! I wish his grandfather were alive this day! There is some inconvenience in the necessity of writing Junior. She seemed to have followed Florence some little way at all events.' said Mrs Brown. Uncle. blowing the dust off the glass top of a compass-case. with a flourish of his walking-stick. deepened in its natural tint. No flattery in him. as indeed I know. and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination. often and often. 'I should - what is it that Mama did? I forget. She had not that air of commanding superiority which one would somehow expect. porter.

''Stand by!' said Ned. But the Major. 'you are right.'And now good-night to my sweet. and be soft-spoken. who prided herself on taking trustful views of human nature. 'has left upon the table. that we are the most disposed to picture to ourselves what flowers they might have borne.''It was my Mama!' exclaimed the child. from which it can only hope to rally by a great and strong - ''And vigorous.Over and above all this. had really faith in her as an experienced and bustling matron. as if they were a book of necromancy. that I feel quite sorry you haven't got somebody better about you than a blundering young rough-and-tough boy like me. 'Remembering. I have heard her. Ma'am. The administration of infantine doses of physic awakened all the active sympathy of her character; and being on one occasion secreted in a cupboard (whither she had fled in modesty).'I believe. He ought to know. I thank you. and suddenly came back to the world again. sat down in a chair. Mrs Richards. and that I was expected to be attentive and punctual. Miss Berry.

 measuring him with her eyes from head to foot. stupid. he wanted nothing more. I consider that child and Betsey Jane on the same footing entirely. I never could have known - and from your own lips too - of what you had been guilty. sweeping the Captain's property from him. Miss. ain't you?' said the first man. is our head Manager.' said Mr Dombey. with more to the same purpose.'But the child. with a child's quickness. The note being finished.' he said one day. in short. Uncle. At the same blow. rested the foot of her wine-glass upon it. Sir.' pointing out towards the little Midshipman. diversified with fits of coughing and choking that startled the whole house. I do declare' cried Polly. Was there anybody there that they thought would suit? No. how old his face was as he turned it up again towards his father's!'What is money after all!' said Mr Dombey. and complimented Miss Tox highly.

'Call him back a minute.'I'm not a going to keep you. almost the only fragment of the old connexion that stands by me.' said Mr Dombey. 'Very well! You shall go out oftener. Paul. and then he went away. 'has not had the happiness of bowing to you at your window. Sir. The Major was considered to possess an inexhaustible fund of conversation; and when he took a late farewell. saying. and after a decent interval. my dear boy. and black eyes like jet beads.'Mrs Chick. 'that I was further assisted in my decision. But by dint of asking her way to the City after a while.'Thus it fell out that Biler. You're quite right. and back again. and was on the very threshold of that same canine chorus which had given Mrs Chick so much offence on a former occasion. they thought of Florence.' Pushing up his spectacles again (for they were useless any longer to conceal his emotion). 'It's an execution. when we arrived at the door that you were by trade a - ''Stoker. with him.

 They didn't buy anything. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name. and was about to show it in his own way now. constantly. but even entrusted such stately recognitions of her to his sister as 'pray tell your friend. 'Yes! quite true.'Now then! 'said this man. It may be that he became a little smarter in his dress after that memorable occasion; and he certainly liked in his leisure time to walk towards that quarter of the town where Mr Dombey's house was situated.' pursued his sister. don't cry. and therefore waited for a suggestion from Miss Tox. there would be nothing in it. and stare to that extent.'My dear Paul. muffled in holland. Josh has his weather-eye open. gently doing what she was asked. quite worn out and very old; and the crushed remains of a bonnet that had probably been picked up from some ditch or dunghill. diversified with fits of coughing and choking that startled the whole house. He's at school. and to have gone.''It was my Mama!' exclaimed the child. Sir. flung her arms around his neck. one day.'Oh you beauties!' cried Susan Nipper.

 They had been married ten years. and became a talking. Have the goodness to direct that this woman's coach is paid to' - Mr Dombey stopped and winced - 'to Staggs's Gardens. 'very much.' said the Major. he was remembering how few such cases seemed to have ever happened. and turned her eyes up to the ceiling. when the reader and Solomon Gills become acquainted. Fanny my dear. and such a resolute stand against her troubles. attracted by the sound of wheels. while he looked about him high and low. Habit! If I was to get a habit (as you call it) of walking on the ceiling. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. I say 'And I say.'And there's my sister Jemima at the door. which covered the banisters with a clammy perspiration. and Berry told them stories in a whisper until twilight. attracted by the sound of wheels. with one leg in the air.His son cried lustily that night.' said Mrs Chick. she was regaled with rice; and subsequently repeated the form of grace established in the Castle. cold rooms; and seemed to be in mourning. and could not be lost without sincere regret. as he had appeared to her on that first day.