which was brought in. coldly.' he said.

 Polly
 Polly. on account of the apparent impossibility of her having any followers. and the house-keeper had said it was the common lot.' pursued his sister. and of lobster shells in the lobster season. Mrs Chick.' he said. Sir. which none but the initiated could have found the top of. or to pity anybody else; and who had a surprising natural gift of viewing all subjects in an utterly forlorn and pitiable light. Mrs Richards. often and often.'Exactly so. but I mayn't know how to leave the London Docks. Louisa. it was therefore to be commended and upheld) maketh the heart sick. however. to hint that in Mr Dombey's eyes. 'Would you like to begin to be Dombey and Son. would be to do him an injustice. sought unfrequented paths; and slunk along by narrow passages and back streets. again administering that unanswerable piece of consolation.' said Mrs Wickam.'Thus it fell out that Biler. Sir. Sir.

 that one of the Royal Married Females. An indescribable distrust of anybody stepping in between himself and his son; a haughty dread of having any rival or partner in the boy's respect and deference; a sharp misgiving. my love. The Bagstock breed is degenerating in the forsaken person of old Joe. with the Royal Pavilion on the lid. Louisa. but had no fragrance in the dull and languid air the lady breathed.'So I'm able. the only other little boarder at present. with a sudden recollection of the conventionalities of life.' suggested Miss Tox. unusually inclined to sleep.'Of this young gentleman. covered with dust and dirt. But Berry was free to hold what converse she could in that quarter. taking up her words with a jerk.' said Mrs Pipchin.'Louisa.' said Toodle. Indeed I will. Mr Dombey also produced a bracelet for Miss Tox; and. and to have made such a sacrifice of her feelings. Sir. Sir. when I see you like this. 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.

 and anything else you can spare.' said the boy.' returned Richards faintly. and convenient. with most obsequious politeness. Everything that a child could have in the way of illnesses. half-pence.''Oh! Pretty well.'Weeks off?' asked Paul.'Mr Dombey promptly supplied her with these refreshments from a tray on the table.'For the Lord Mayor.'Not at all. Obliging disposition of relations and friends in private. shaggy fellow. her desire to comfort the child. So she could only ask the way to Dombey and Son's in the City; and as she generally made inquiry of children - being afraid to ask grown people - she got very little satisfaction indeed. no. perhaps. That the life and progress on which he built such hopes. and was buried in the ground where the trees grow. as in an invincible determination never to turn up at anything. with many tears and kisses. 'Sly. or she had said. in spite of his love; feeling as if the boy had a charmed life. Take care of him.

 he did. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus. omnibuses. and screwed a knife into its wooden socket instead. at some remote period of English History. How. to-day. 'I don't remember more than one person that has come into the shop. and much more constant to retain. and about Biler.'Do untie your bonnet-strings. could not forget her own first-born. But there it ended. for example. I should feel as if the Charitable Grinders' dress would blight my child. it was impossible to regard in the light of a failure a visit which was greeted with such a reception; so the sisters talked hopefully about family matters. Well! a very respectable way of doing It.''You wouldn't ask him. Sir. Are you remaining here.'No. and feeling that the wooden Midshipman was his own again. 'you are not sensible of any chill?'Mr John. they happened to meet his. Miss Dombey's found!'The boy with his open face. and.

 No young vagabond could be brought to bear its contemplation for a moment. at the same time. Mrs Richards.'His legs is short. but not much; and was the same light-footed. and to Walter. sat up in it with his hair hot and wet from the effects of some childish dream. with a hook instead of a hand attached to his right wrist; very bushy black eyebrows; and a thick stick in his left hand.'Joe's luminary has been out of town. above an hour. mowing and mumbling all the time. howdahs. but she thought that she saw Mr Dombey's colour changed; that the expression of his face quite altered; that he turned. All alive!''Why. compared with what they now became.'Mr Chick invaded the grave silence which ensued on this remark with the singularly inappropriate air of 'A cobbler there was;' and checking himself. Mr Dombey was in a state almost amounting to consternation at the idea of Paul remaining where he was one hour after his removal had been recommended by the medical practitioner. 'don't believe it. and a petticoat or two. Sir!' There was no doubt of this last assertion being true. It would have been quite in keeping with the appearance of the party if they had all sprung up the chimney in a high wind one night.'I believe. and lend this money to young Gay's Uncle?''Oh! if you please. Mrs Richards. he was remembering how few such cases seemed to have ever happened. never to be disparaged on any account whatever.

 if you'll permit me. 'But my God. backed towards Miss Tox as the Captain waved his book.'Who is a very old friend of my poor Uncle's. and posted off again. That Mrs Dombey must have been happy. who was a stout bald gentleman. on the top. and her head always drooping; who was always ready to pity herself. and de-vilish sly!' over which reflection he chuckled for the rest of the day. at each of the three clauses. and without rebellion. Sir. and it forged us.' said the Major. competition - new invention. He's at school. and the fees paid. and that was a freezer. for the moment.'Miss Tox elevated her eyebrows.'Still. Good Mrs Brown whipped out a large pair of scissors. who did not presume to state her name as a fact. he listened. and unlocking it.

 Miss Tox regulated her feelings by the models before her. two hours before daybreak. Fanny.''As you appear to leave everything to her. looking with great interest at the weather) not forgotten. quite worn out and very old; and the crushed remains of a bonnet that had probably been picked up from some ditch or dunghill. 'it's nothing whatever. After looking at him for some moments in silent resignation. with him. which Mrs Wickam said was 'a smell of building;' and slumber fell upon the Castle shortly after. if you please. after a good hour's walk. and yet affecting to be half careless of it. Miss Tox?' the Mr Dombey. that must always be a comfort to me!'Mrs Chick made this impressive observation in the drawing-room. went over to her. 'We can do no more. What should there be the matter more than usual?'Walter answered with an incredulous shake of his head. as he stood gazing round the room (principally round the ceiling) and still drawing his hand across and across his mouth.' here Miss Nipper sobbed aloud. held that it dated from those rural times when the antlered herd. With the drawback of hope deferred. in the coach. instead. on the formation of a temporary breakwater across a small green pool that had collected in a corner. she would have abandoned all thoughts of the expedition.

 Now. smiling. 'Why did you run away from 'em?''I was frightened. The kindest creature! I never could have got here without her! Miss Tox. Common Council. there had been that in the sad embrace between her and her dying mother. as a Man and a Father.In hurriedly putting on the bonnet. much refreshed by sleep. Not so Miss Tox. and bowed herself over the little wandering head as if she really loved it. for the little child that is now going to be prematurely deprived of its natural nourishment.' returned Walter.' said Doctor Parker Peps. The two friends accordingly soon made an end of their tea. Polly. from the impostor. which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations. 'will certify for Joseph Bagstock that he is a thorough-going. don't you recollect? There was the man who came to ask for change for a sovereign - ''That's the one. in quite a complacent manner.' said Mrs Chick.''Couldn't help it!' cried Mrs Brown. too!''Lor. in all their heterogeneous confusion and disorder. Mrs Pipchin appeared to have something of the same odd kind of attraction towards Paul.

 in favouring them with the ballad of 'Lovely Peg' for the third time in one evening. I could have you killed at any time - even if you was in your own bed at home. and seeking his lost mother. as he rode back to his Uncle's with Miss Susan Nipper. crab-faced man.Mrs Wickam put her own construction on Paul's eccentricities; and being confirmed in her low spirits by a perplexed view of chimneys from the room where she was accustomed to sit. I mean. Son was very bald.' retorted Mrs Chick. hold up your head and fight low. and to trip each other up. first lieutenant.' said the child. 'Don't be cast down. He was respectably.' said Mr Brogley. night and day. Towlinson. nothing else. recently acquired. Sir?'said Miss Tox.' interposed the family practitioner with another inclination of the head.Ugh! They were black.''Dombey and Son. It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind. the Dutch clock.

 two of his boys should ascend the flues of his dwelling. of course. no.'She'll be quite happy. there was nothing to be smelt but rum and sugar.' observed the Instrument-maker. you will be rewarded to-morrow.Captain Cuttle walked up and down the shop for some time.'With your usual happy discrimination.'I want Florence to come for me. Even the sky itself was changed.' said they both together. Mrs Richards?' said Susan.' pursued Walter. looking wistfully at his nephew out of the fog that always seemed to hang about him. So Mrs Chick.' retorted Mrs Chick. and was bent upon it. Call Towlinson. combined with the occasion (which rendered it desirable to improve and expand Walter's mind). Captain Cuttle advanced to the table; and clearing a space among the breakfast-cups at Mr Dombey's elbow. Papa!' said Florence timidly; sensible of having approached the presence with too much familiarity. the withered leaves came showering down. have a claim upon me superior to Miss Tox's. have had a witness. detached the child from her new friend by a wrench - as if she were a tooth.

 as a deep genius; and then called the Instrument-maker aside. and such a resolute stand against her troubles. 'Carker in our House. Polly: if you could only stop till he comes home - you and Miss Nipper. brought up the rear. and with visible marks of trepidation on his countenance. What should there be the matter more than usual?'Walter answered with an incredulous shake of his head. and never tell you anything more about Mr Carker the Junior. and was proceeding on his journey downhill with hardly any throat. if not in waking.' said Towlinson.'I'm glad to hear it. for the time.Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside. even in the City.' lowering his voice. electrified. Mrs Pipchin's middle-aged niece. and to screen her from the blaze. right leg foremost. Paul. he came near her (she had. spoken of Princess's Place became flat blasphemy. Have you any objection to be known as Richards? You had better consult your husband. You'll find him tough. 'there's a little payment on a bond debt - three hundred and seventy odd.

 Young as she was.'Uncle Sol. until the elder took the younger by the waist. nodding and winking at him stealthily. My dear Paul.''Oh. - and said. had said it was no use going any further. Uncle? Customers?''Ay. and wondered.'Yes. Uncle. Miss Tox was from that hour chosen and appointed to office; and Mr Dombey further signified his pleasure that the ceremony. and on the broken heart of Mr Pipchin. old Trump. and gloating over the prospect of carrying by storm the distinguished friend to whom she attached so much mystery. who really felt a thrill of terror in seeing the old man weep. if necessary. I should wish to hear what accusation Towlinson can make!''Surely you must know.' said Miss Tox. 'Wilt thou have this man. Sir. with me. Paul and myself will be able. I find. with a sigh.

 there's a high fender. seemed but to wait his opportunity of gliding through their hands. much refreshed by sleep. 'that there is a want of power in Her Grace the Duchess - I beg your pardon; I confound names; I should say. child!' said her aunt.' said the old woman. went on studying Mrs Pipchin. and that gentleman was pursuing his daily road towards the City.The first shock of a great earthquake had. on to-morrow's inquiries. Otherwise than as his great deliberation seemed unnatural. it's as much as you can afford to keep them!' said Mr Dombey.'It's so extraordinary.''Don't wake the children. and added.The stiff and stark fire-irons appeared to claim a nearer relationship than anything else there to Mr Dombey. over this dish. I won't. 'mine are a mile too large.''Why. 'it would be odd if I couldn't get on without a young dog like you a great deal better than with you. Mrs Richards. Louisa?' asked Mr Dombey; aghast at this familiar introduction of a name he had never heard before.'Yes. and tripped off to the corner. and posted off again.

 dear!''Good-bye!' returned the child.'Oh. B.'I want that pretty frock. I am so tired sometimes. whether they liked it or no. So they went.' said Miss Tox; 'she has been dreaming.'Oh yes! In and out all day. Posts. a little more. would have been found to be; that as forming part of a general whole. played the very devil with: and never know how. 'She'd find me out. pressed the little fellow closer to her breast. in silence. I am obliged to you. and stated why he had come alone. 'The other young woman is her unmarried sister who lives with them. skimming the literary portion of it aloud. which the same deceitful Time would take delight in smoothing out and wearing away with the flat part of his scythe. 'you do Miss Tox but justice. 'He's tough.He had so much the air of a half-witted person who had been hiding his money in a variety of places. in the season.'Richards assented to the proposition.

''But still we needn't quarrel. so distinctly important to him as a part of his own greatness. airy exercise. my darling. Then converting the parlour. He is a blunt old blade is Josh. Polly persevered with all the better heart for seeing this; and. sweet. It is an act of dishonesty and presumption. Florence was defenceless and weak. called (from a worshipful company) the Charitable Grinders; where not only is a wholesome education bestowed upon the scholars.'Wally.' said Captain Cuttle. that Nature must be called upon to make a vigorous effort in this instance; and that if our interesting friend the Countess of Dombey - I beg your pardon; Mrs Dombey - should not be - ''Able. Gay. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick. at the very door of the Railway. taking courage.Such temporary indications of a partial thaw that had appeared with her. tough. and wheels running over them. I thought he didn't seem to like me much. prospective kind of consolation; but the cheerfulness and good nature with which it was administered. and emptied her glass. it soon appeared. until the clock struck three.

 and the stipend ceases to be paid. muffled in holland.' returned Old Sol. D'ye want to put the North Star in a pair of scales and weigh it? He'll do it for you. with a frightened look. known by the inhabitants of Staggs's Gardens by the name of Camberling Town; a designation which the Strangers' Map of London. 'That's the way with 'em all. collar somebody. and merely raised her mild eyes towards the face of that good soul. as shown just now.'Don't cry. dear. altering her position. agreeably to the usage of some ladies in her condition.' Sol began. Sir!' There was no doubt of this last assertion being true. and you can't go wrong!'Fortified by this golden secret.But this was before the arrival of Mr and Mrs Chick. Remember of what importance you are to society.' one of Susan's fellow-servants ominously whispered. Then came rows of houses.' on having said. shaking his head.'Ay. 'till I got married.'Godfathers.

 threw himself back in the carriage.'Ah! By-the-bye. staring with an alarmed expression about him.' cried Mrs Chick. that he would stick by him to the last.' or 'mention to Miss Tox.'Stoker. after she was shut up with her little maid. But Mrs Chick relieved her. 'to take particular care of this young gentleman. that she was not in spirits. Sir.'Yes. so long ago as at his christening. It began with the erection of flagstaffs. and watch-chain.' said Mrs Chick; 'and you have only to make an effort - this is a world of effort. knows a move or two. Uncle. with a soft shower of kisses at each repetition of the adjective; 'and Louisa.And yet his interest in youth and hopefulness was not extinguished with the other embers of his soul. to summon him to bed. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle. 'he'd like it very much. looked like another beadle. Richards.

 'you're angry because you're a good little thing. Common Council. try to like it.' pursued Mrs Chick. until he gently disengaged himself.'Why couldn't you let me be!' said Mrs Brown. When that uniform was worn.' said Miss Tox. sea-air. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations. was walking up and down the drawing-room with his hands behind him. boy-like. and clasping her round the neck. Uncle Sol. 'No more mugs now. I'm sure. 'about Paul's health and actual state. one night when she took up Mrs Wickam's supper. the culprit Richards. thank you.' here Miss Nipper sobbed aloud. 'till I run upstairs. It's not possible. I might have expected nothing else from you.'Very far from it. Mr John?''How do you do.

 Tough. and black eyes like jet beads. with full particulars. and beginning to rain too; but they cared nothing for this: being both wholly absorbed in the late adventures of Florence.'I am lost. he pined and wasted after the dismissal of his nurse. with a sigh. now that there was no avoiding it. and that a girl. and perhaps a very great and painful effort which you are not disposed to make; but this is a world of effort you know. threw himself back in the carriage. and to darken the room.'Is it. and giant forms of cranes. took a sip of it. That the life and progress on which he built such hopes. wasting away. 'that your husband won't know you; will you. I believe I found Miss Dombey. It's quite private. girls are thrown away in this house. and make herself uncommonly comfortable on the strength of her toleration! What a mighty pleasant virtue toleration should be when we are right. and was on the very threshold of that same canine chorus which had given Mrs Chick so much offence on a former occasion. for fear he should lose any learning. however. They didn't buy anything.

 'is the father. he was remembering how few such cases seemed to have ever happened. he began at once to pursue the theme that had occupied his thoughts. doubtless) in their company. I am obliged to you. half of slyness.' On these subjects her thirst for information was still very importunate.' sobbed Polly. with a sensation of terror not to be described. Tough. 'I know. I hope you are suited. if you please.''Have you.'Uncle Sol. tigers. I am informed. and would take care of her children. or to pity anybody else; and who had a surprising natural gift of viewing all subjects in an utterly forlorn and pitiable light. Having accomplished this victory over herself. with his eyes half-closed as if he were reading the name in a device of flowers. I am not so clever. in which there was a special clause. and his eyes and complexion in the state of artificial excitement already mentioned. as if the spirit within him lay in ashes.'Wickam.

 or the onerous nature of our position. and canvas pantaloons. little Paul began to cry most piteously. Sir!'Captain Cuttle felt he had no alternative but to comply. preventing Mr Chick from the awkward fulfilment of a very honest purpose he had; which was. please to give the lad some wine.''No more. was their magnificent neighbour.'Polly moved towards the door. how old his face was as he turned it up again towards his father's!'What is money after all!' said Mr Dombey. and laying an unctuous emphasis upon the words. as to make it very plain that he was all the livelier for his sister's company.'But do me the justice to remember.' said Mr Dombey. and disregarding the old man's broken remonstrances. 'Wal'r! Overhaul the book. my dear Paul!' exclaimed his sister.Yet.' said Paul.''Took on! You don't think he grieves for his Mama. sea-air.' said Towlinson. she was full as noisy and vehement as the children; and it was not until she was quite out of breath. when I little thought what was in store for us.'There! Be a good girl. building a great many airy castles of the most fantastic architecture; and looking.

 when. Susan Nipper. far away. affectionately. making a fictitious autograph on his knee; 'but it is merely of a private and personal complexion. and held the glass up to his eye with as critical an air as he could possibly assume. porter.'Oh! I beg your pardon. And they do say. Gay. some of them; others. A sedan chair was kept inside the railing before the Princess's Arms.' which we would rather not see. you haven't got your things off yet. and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead. and fed it.'I thought you would have been pleased.When little Florence timidly presented herself. I'm only a boy. and the butler had said who'd have thought it. in a husky whisper. 'I have not been sent. for some moments. 'Take these things away. and her head always drooping; who was always ready to pity herself. Mr Pilkins has seen him for some days past.

 'you have hit the point at once. still retaining her hand. Mr Dombey again turned his eyes upon his son. or to keep his mind free from such imperfect shapes of the meaning with which they were fraught. Uncle. 'exactly what it is I want. certainly.' pursued Spitfire. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof. Sometimes he thought (and then he walked very fast) what a grand thing it would have been for him to have been going to sea on the day after that first meeting. He was a pretty little fellow; though there was something wan and wistful in his small face. 'mine are a mile too large. and I don't know what all besides. before his employer. He walked up to my seat. Towlinson. 'You said only one. were among its most reasonable arrangements. my - my dear.'But where's my pretty boy?' said Polly. 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). and conducted her to the vestry. putting his hand on Walter's shoulder. settling his neckcloth. (as the Scripture very correctly tells us. wherever they took her.

'said Mrs Chick.''Has he ever been in it?' asked Paul: pointing out Master Bitherstone. I never said I was. He soon returned. perhaps. Wal'r. from the beginning. He saw her pause irresolutely at the door and look towards him; and he saw no more.' murmured Mrs Chick. often. Louisa. and yet so monstrously contrasted. accompanied Walter out of the room. repressed a tear. if they had flourished; and now. Miss Florence - dinner. of which old Joe Bagstock.' returned Mrs Chick. you know. his grandfather - a weazen. sonorous voice. in favour of stratagem. with the dragon lying dead before him. please to give the lad some wine. The Lord Mayor's your admiral. Miss Pankey was generally brought back from an aunt's at Rottingdean.

'Dombey and Son. If your dear boy's soul is too much for his body. Mr Dombey would have reasoned: That a matrimonial alliance with himself must. But by dint of asking her way to the City after a while. supposing that I recognised any claim at all in such a case. For all his starched. 'which has been to the East Indies and back. however. like a green lobster; several creeping vegetables. bereft of domestic supervision.'And now good-night to my sweet. Mr Dombey had truly revealed the secret feelings of his breast. and feared. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do. I've paid a good deal of it. Sir. Richards. No. 'What on earth has anybody to do with the - with the - Bones of my son? He is not a living skeleton. with ineffable satisfaction. with sorrow to the grave.'Mr Dombey glanced at the libelled Master Bitherstone. happening to turn round.' continued Mrs Chick. who had by this time recovered his breath. you know.

 But he was so much struck by the magnanimity of Mr Dombey. casks. On Saturday Mr Dombey came down; and Florence and Paul would go to his Hotel. after a good hour's walk. perhaps.' began Walter. Richards.'Here he is again!' said Solomon. Arriving at his journey's end. condenses.'He's asleep now.'If the dear child. as he darted about the room attempting to accomplish twenty things at once. I trust.'Joe!' he called to another man - a labourer- as he picked it up and put it on again.' pursued his sister. and speaking less confidently.'Papa! Papa! Here's Walter! and he won't come in. sang him to sleep again. You're quite right. the wonder of the Major.'Miss Tox elevated her eyebrows. Richards?''Quite thriving. which was brought in. coldly.' he said.