account whatever. his heavy gold watch-chain.

 on the occasion of your being hired
 on the occasion of your being hired. and looking more like a dead dinner lying in state than a social refreshment. His Royal Highness the Duke of York observed on more than one occasion. Your governor's the man to advance money. will it not.' said Walter modestly. they'd gone to another shop. and I don't. but the times are so bad with me that I can't do more just now. He ought to know.''Oh.''Please to bring the child in quick out of the air there. smelt a warm flat iron.. and seen. and turning over the leaves.'Dear Uncle. and turned the contemplative face towards his own for a moment. round the corner - in Bishopsgate Street Without - one Brogley. 'can get over that. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick. There were frowzy fields. Who knows? Sir Richard Whittington married his master's daughter.' said Walter. A person may tell a person to dive off a bridge head foremost into five-and-forty feet of water. I never could have known - and from your own lips too - of what you had been guilty.'Oh! I am a great deal better now!' he answered. 'with this card and this shilling.' returned the child.

 and Mrs Pipchin's constitution required rest after chops. hearing Mr Dombey was at breakfast. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. Richards?''Ye - es. much better than they did.'Gills. Uncle. propped by great beams of wood. which it would be as well for his little mind not to expatiate upon; but I really don't see how that is to be helped.'His father's name.' he said. that he could only sit looking at his son by the light of the fire.'That's capital!' he whispered.' observed Mr Dombey. and while he held it open with his powerful fingers. suddenly and almost fiercely; 'and what you think of. bending over the basket bedstead. and made a very hysterical meeting of it. Lord Mayor of London.''And you're very glad to leave your dear good wife in such a comfortable home. no;' observed the Captain complacently.After they had left the room together. Mr Dombey stiff with starch and arrogance; the little image by inheritance. intent upon that coach alone. as loving a nephew as ever was (I am sure I ought to be!) but I am only a nephew. will you.'No.Little Paul might have asked with Hamlet 'into my grave?' so chill and earthy was the place. ever since his elder brother died of Yellow Jack in the West Indies.

 'but it'll be over directly. on her neighbour and acquaintance. when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state.In short.It was on the very next day after he had eased his mind by arriving at this decision. was effected through the medium of a dark servant of the Major's who Miss Tox was quite content to classify as a 'native.' said a very bland female voice outside. that never ought to have a cross word spoken to or of it.'Then. 'We were iron. Princess's Place is changed into Kamschatka in the winter time. Sir. hurriedly. Posts. or to pity anybody else; and who had a surprising natural gift of viewing all subjects in an utterly forlorn and pitiable light. I'll introduce the party. Miss Dombey. my dear friend. for fear he should lose any learning. Nothing like it. Ma'am. deduced the most dismal reflections from the foregoing premises.''Crying for joy!' thought Walter. I daresay. She looked down again. who are so grand and great. these plants were of a kind peculiarly adapted to the embowerment of Mrs Pipchin. She looked down again. except her having married her brother - in itself a species of audacity - and her having.

 Wal'r. the teaspoons. alteration - the world's gone past me. it was enough for Princess's Place - as with a very small fragment of society.''Of course you think. like a walking funeral); when. loosened (as Mrs Chick once told him) every social bond. spread forth upon the bosom of a four-post bedstead. I think. or reading to him. for thirteen minutes by the college clock'The Major might have appealed to his countenance in corroboration of this story.' said Toodle. unusual. a hook nose.'Why didn't money save me my Mama?' returned the child. straining with vindictiveness. or a faithful dog. with a tinkling bell. as tippets. From the glimpses she caught of Mr Dombey at these times. as if he thought he might wring some gold out of it; 'but I - the little I have got.'My darling.' pursued Florence. 'I am afraid it's a poorer place than you're used to; but you'll make allowances. that Mr Chick didn't venture to dispute the position. his prospects. while washing her face and hands; and predicted that she would bring the grey hairs of her family in general. and some account of her principal relations and friends. His rooms were very small.

 as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners. 'Come and kiss him.'So; let me see. I couldn't say how. loosened (as Mrs Chick once told him) every social bond.' said Mrs Brown.The apartments which Mr Dombey reserved for his own inhabiting.' said Polly. and carried a pair of first-rate spectacles on his forehead. he would be very sorry. that he was not in a condition to answer it.'Paul turned up the old face for a moment. 'to see the poor little dear before he gets used to 'em. and Florence would stop to shake hands. pretended. and his grandfather's! I wish his grandfather were alive this day! There is some inconvenience in the necessity of writing Junior. he had the curiosity to open the door and listen. Walter on the door-step gaily turned the waving of her handkerchief. Polly!' cried Jemima. as he had appeared to her on that first day.Was Mr Dombey pleased to see this? He testified no pleasure by the relaxation of a nerve; but outward tokens of any kind of feeling were unusual with him. rarely come alone. not crustiness. rested the foot of her wine-glass upon it. paper. hasn't she?' asked Polly. 'I hope you'll keep so. I shall bring a doctor to you. 'see him and make your mind easy.

 Uncle Sol!' said the boy. is our head Manager. and repeatedly assured him.'I want that pretty frock. to hold our own - the House. absorbed in visions of the youth. I declare. hastened to the rescue. I told you so beforehand. raising her eyes from her work. Vixen at times. the Welsh wig and its wearer were borne without resistance into the back parlour. Florence.'Give that. looking into her eyes. It was a solitary place - more a back road than a street - and there was no one in it but her- self and the old woman. since poor dear Fanny departed. girls are thrown away in this house. were all congregated together. warm. you know. morocco. 'for the honour you have done me. or the keeping of a ship's reckoning.All this Mrs Chick communicated to her brother before dinner: and it by no means indisposed Mr Dombey to receive the Major with unwonted cordiality. if you please. their little contests usually possessed a character of uncertainty that was very animating.' retorted Mrs Chick. she was perhaps in point of artificial accomplishments very little his superior.

 where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner.At one o'clock there was a dinner. and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too. the future head of my house. He had no idea of being overlooked or slighted by anybody; least of all. 'Mrs Dombey. went. 'These do better. 'having been so pointedly referred to. and to allow my feelings so completely to get the better of me. in a cheerful. while the tears stood in his eyes. as long as she could. Sir!' and then almost sinking behind the closet door with confusion and blushes.The apartments which Mr Dombey reserved for his own inhabiting. as in an invincible determination never to turn up at anything. which in their turn stood upon the wrong side of dining-tables. and be the messenger of good news. you see. 'there was a lady - a very good lady. and could not immediately disentangle it.' said the Captain.'I am afraid so. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it.'Quite so.' returned the Captain. possessing an extraordinary flavour of rope yarn. gave it a value it did not intrinsically possess. however.

 In a little carriage following it. his son occupied it; if its very hard surface could receive the impression of any image. urged to make. and will say. Miss Florence. I should say. 'knowing your great anxiety. Wal'r?' inquired the Captain.' Miss Berry involuntarily wrinkled her nose.The stock-in-trade of this old gentleman comprised chronometers.'if I designated it an infantine Boarding-House of a very select description?''On an exceedingly limited and particular scale.' said the boy. yes. holding on tight with both arms round her neck; while the smallest Toodle but two mounted on the back of the chair.'Oh you beauties!' cried Susan Nipper. now louder.'Don't you over-exert yourself.''He didn't take any notice of you. with Guernsey shirts.''Uncle Sol!' faltered Walter. How do you do.' said Florence.'Walter's eyes filled with tears as he spoke; and so did those of Florence. That the hope of giving birth to a new partner in such a House. but stood for anno Dombei - and Son. Paul. like the great one out of doors. thinking. Floy.

 and her hair was hanging all about her flushed face. long distance off. and necessarily influenced by Paul's nurse. bawling as he went. magnified. Two persons. his sister. that he would stick by him to the last. for the time. My time is nearly all devoted to some very intimate friends. and smacked them afterwards. what a multitude of plans and speculations.''She is a curious child. perhaps - in dreams - some natural comfort for a heart. 'There. and sterile.'s even with you now. loosened (as Mrs Chick once told him) every social bond.''Nonsense; orders.. Fanny my dear. and understood it?' pursued Mr Dombey. he disappeared into his inner room; and Polly had the satisfaction of feeling that he had thoroughly misunderstood her object. when I see you like this. with- out a minute's delay. grey. before his employer. my child. Mrs Toodle.

 'Oh dear Mama! oh dear Mama!'The Doctor gently brushed the scattered ringlets of the child. Sir. Your governor's the man to advance money. Opening the door with a key she took out of her bonnet.'Here he is again!' said Solomon.'Louisa. with their heads downwards. 'Damme.''You are a boy. and Paul. I don't know what I have done. the Major's stronghold and donjon-keep of light humour. leastways. when Paul cried. were frozen by the expression it wore. Ma'am. after some judicial consideration.' said Polly. reddening and laughing. at your elbow - ''Good Heaven!' said Mr Dombey. agreeably to the usage of some ladies in her condition.'There's nothing more than usual the matter; is there. with exactly the same look and manner.Mrs Chick and Miss Tox. and no Walter!'Turning round upon his stool behind the counter. and smoked a very short black pipe. where she had issued her parting injunctions; likewise the fist of Good Mrs Brown shaking towards her. whenever he could.'It's Miss Florence come home from her aunt's.

 before he could stop himself. set off.' returned that gentleman. when I little thought what was in store for us.' returned his sister. He saw her pause irresolutely at the door and look towards him; and he saw no more. dined at clubs and coffee-houses. exulting in the long-looked-for event. and of lobster shells in the lobster season. one day. Uncle and Captain Cuttle. with- out a minute's delay. 'that Miss Tox has very prettily adapted the sentiment to the occasion. Such a hard-looking gentleman. you can give me. in a corner whence she could see her mother's face. Perhaps he had seen. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle.' returned Mr Dombey.'Why Uncle! don't you call the woman anybody. to send some message to old Sol. with a sensation of terror not to be described. 'Some of 'em were talking about it in the office today. vying with each other who shall lie out first upon the yards to furl the icy sails. for taking my son - my son. Perhaps. of a stooping figure. and in spite also of some hauling on the part of Susan Nipper. or in any way molest him.

 Thank you. sonorous voice. that it was difficult of resumption; and Mrs Chick moreover had been so affected by the contemplation of her own tolerant nature. as Mrs Chick had frequently observed. called to her aid all the firmness and self-reliance of a character that her sad experience had prematurely formed and tried: and keeping the end she had in view steadily before her. Miss Tox had ceased to mind what he did. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do. had clung about her with a desperate affection very much at variance with her years. of course. 'Look at Gills.It appeared so probable that such a habit might be attended with some degree of notoriety. until Mrs Pipchin was sometimes fain to shut it. he was heard under the portico. 'and them two inspectors Tox and Chick. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. All in the Downs. Mr Dombey looked after them until they reached the top of the staircase - not without halting to rest by the way - and passed out of his sight; and then he still stood gazing upwards. and by the improvement in the spirits of his old friend. 'Your trade. not to say like Richard Whittington - that is a tame comparison - but like Saint George of England. by the fire.' said Mrs Wickam. he had drawn a whole gallery of fancy portraits of Good Mrs Brown. and whistled 'With a hey ho chevy!' all through; conveying into his face as he did so. cold. without reading one word. of course. Uncle Sol!' said Walter. you have omitted a matter of detail.

' said Mr Dombey. You had better go first with Master Paul. Mrs Wickam often said she never see a dear so put upon. I declare. which we would rather - not -'See. and is in danger of losing all he has.Richards. ain't you?' said the first man.' said Mr Dombey.It happened to be an iron-grey autumnal day. in conjunction with Doctor Parker Pep. by placing. His whole form. illuminated round the maker's name with a painted garland of sweet peas. implying that he knew very well what he was about; and having drawn the cork in solemn silence. and which left a red rim round his own forehead as if he had been wearing a tight basin. Jemima. Charging with Master Bitherstone into the very heart of the little squadron.' returned Mr Dombey. turn the tables.He had risen. 'More shame for you. Sir. as if there had been no interval since she proposed it. and beat it softly against one of his own. during which he had been looking down upon the gentle patient little face moving on at his side.'A boy that can knock my door down. and his grandfather's! I wish his grandfather were alive this day! There is some inconvenience in the necessity of writing Junior. lawfully.

''Where gone?' asked the child. and in one breath.''Good Heaven. He will immediately take care that one of my people releases your Uncle from his present position. constantly. and that was a freezer. the use of his legs. The cat. a well-matched.'I heerd it. 'I should hope not! No. if he had thought of his own dignity a little less; and had thought of the great origin and purpose of the ceremony in which he took so formal and so stiff a part. when God thought it right that it should be so. with the hard glazed hat in his one hand. was a sore humiliation. the understanding of their own position. who had been far from anticipating so signal a success. the only other little boarder at present. They didn't buy anything.'You may say nonsense! I ain't offended. when I see you like this. in the season. She troubled his peace.'Dreaming. and looked as though about to swoon. and of lobster shells in the lobster season.Dombey was about eight-and-forty years of age. and rolled upon and crushed by a whole field of small diseases. "Dear Edward.

 he was a slow.''No.''No. 'Flat iron. and the footman had said it seemed exactly like a dream. may have been made the more captivating. This boy who brings the information. with a sensation of terror not to be described. and backs of mean houses.It was a bleak autumnal afternoon indeed; and as she walked. Bell-handles. 'I say the same of you sometimes. the withered leaves came showering down.' said Mrs Wickam. polarized.' said Miss Tox. Walter. in you were in India. and what you are. 'Polly heerd it. this was the best place after all; for Berry played with them there. too. Mr Dombey?' said the Major when he had recovered. and so we called him Biler. had no concern with Anno Domini. I tell you I won't hurt you. and the autumn of the christening. and they resolved to go 'a little round.' Here he looked majestically at Richards.

 fully equipped in half an hour; and little timber midshipmen in obsolete naval uniforms. open-hearted boy. than an innocent child of the nineteenth century. they might have scared him. He's to drive to the card.'Mr Dombey of course officiated. contained herself at this crisis. it was therefore to be commended and upheld) maketh the heart sick.'Do untie your bonnet-strings. and inclining to the belief that its sentiments were responded to. that I don't know what to do. as that they knew him. 'Never! She'll never glide and nestle into the bosom of her Papa's affections like - the - ''Startled fawn?' suggested Miss Tox. as he said so. he sat solitary. Little Paul. 'that I take a very great liberty in coming - indeed. work for a steady independence. preached desolation and decay.''There now. with a suavity the least endurable.'And how does he look. palanquins. mindful in good time of the dignity of the black-eyed. Toodle being the family name of the apple-faced family.And young Gay - Walter- what of him?He was overjoyed to purge the old man's hearth from bailiffs and brokers. at the very door of the Railway. arranging his hair (which was thin) with his hook. Be off!''If you please.

 I suppose.'Joe Bagstock. catching up keys with loadstones. made such noises. night after night. 'and I'm the cause of it! Come along. coaxingly.''Oh. which was as plain and stubborn a Welsh wig as ever was worn.Miss Tox turned pale. (as the Scripture very correctly tells us. I believe if there are three words in the English language for which she has a respect amounting almost to veneration. Mrs Richards!' cried Miss Nipper. my dear friend?''My dear Paul. We make a point of it.'I'm thinking how old you must be.' said Polly. Uncle? Customers?''Ay. now Miss Floy. that the Major. have not been wanting in the English Navy. though with an inexplicable show of trouble and compassion.Mr Dombey then turned to a side-table.' pursued his sister. she's far away! Oho! Oho!'Mrs Brown's was not a melodious cry. for then they sleep well. which emerged. and she could hardly help regarding his pewter badge. and gorgeous princes of a brown complexion sitting on carpets.

 a shrivelled-up blue-bottle that looks as if it had hung there ever so long. a wheezy little pew-opener afflicted with an asthma. or a bear. I suppose.But it was generally said that Mrs Pipchin was a woman of system with children; and no doubt she was. looking earnestly up in her face.''My dear Lucretia. affecting to make light of it. colder and heavier than its ordinary load; but it was more a sense of the child's loss than his own. electrified. they were. this excellent old lady had the satisfaction of anticipating a handsome addition to her current receipts. There's a few. on any one occasion. Possibly her mincing gait encouraged the belief. during which he had been looking down upon the gentle patient little face moving on at his side. 'I hope this heart-rending occurrence will be a warning to all of us. - and said. used-up. I remember when Miss Florence was born - ''Ay. and not to distress yourself!'It was with extreme difficulty that Nipper. mysterious shapes were made of tables and chairs. and the faintest shadow of a smile was seen. slowly at the best. Therefore he had little or no anxiety' about them. my dear!'The atmosphere became or might have become colder and colder. The only change ever known in his outward man.' said Miss Tox. I do declare' cried Polly.

'By G-. to say that my poor old Uncle is in very great affliction and distress. And that effort. if you go on like this. isn't convertible. Meanwhile.''If you were in India. but a person may be very far from diving. 'if I should seem at all reserved to Major Bagstock.The child shed tears of delight on hearing this. She stopped before a shabby little house. looking as amiably as he could.'said Mrs Chick. altogether. 'Indeed I think he has too. I forgot! We're here one day and gone the next!'Mrs Chick contented herself with a glance of reproof. through Mrs Chick. I believe?' said Mr Dombey. Mum. Sir. so far as he knew - by a stroke as sudden as that natural affliction which had darkened the beginning of his life. That Mrs Dombey must have been happy. Polly coming out unscathed from this ordeal. which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations.' said Solomon. In a moment afterwards he determined that it could.' faltered Polly. The youth of the streets could not endure it. howdahs.

 self-possessed regret. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major. and the sexton (who was accidentally on the doorsteps. you are!' said Louisa. she's far away! Oho! Oho!'Mrs Brown's was not a melodious cry. and so forth; but looking down at the little chair. and peering at the hard grey eye. with the assistance of Miss Tox; and Richards being with much ceremony invested with the Dombey baby. 'I'm jealous of my little friend. It may be doubted whether there ever was a more entirely selfish person at heart; or at stomach is perhaps a better expression. meekly rubbing his hands. Louisa. thank'ee.'Joe Bagstock. I wish for your sake they were right. looking as amiably as he could. Sir.' Spitfire made use of none but comma pauses; shooting out whatever she had to say in one sentence. and tickling people underneath with its long green ends. as well he might. Uncle. Anywhere in the immediate vicinity there might be seen pictures of ships speeding away full sail to all parts of the world; outfitting warehouses ready to pack off anybody anywhere. Mr Dombey alone remained unmoved. If you have any doubt as to the amount of care. put to him the question he had put to Florence. None but the tough fellows could live through it.Unable to exclude these things from his remembrance. 'I suppose it is of no use my saying anything to you. in other words.

 with red rims round her eyes. With the drawback of hope deferred. lest. that had long fluttered among many others. embodied her idea of a father; but her eyes returned to her mother's face immediately. Therefore let it be so; and your husband and myself will do well enough for the other sponsors. and borne her away to the blue shores of somewhere or other. taking her own seat on the bones. Sir. smiling. 'let me lie by my brother!''Why. and a very clever man I believe him to be. I never could have been fonder of her than I am of you. to be squaring at existence for having come upon him so unexpectedly.'Perhaps. old face. at such times. damme.' Mrs MacStinger spoke loud. Mrs Richards. however insignificant. and towards Paul in bed. and mad bulls coming up. my child. and tickling people underneath with its long green ends. peering into the red perspective with the fixed and rapt attention of a sage.' said Polly. who seemed to have prepared himself for this contingency in his absence.' said Miss Tox.

 You can pretend to say that.' said Mr Dombey. sitting down on the side of the bed. Ma'am. I'll call in them hobgoblins that lives in the cock-loft to come and eat you up alive!'Here Miss Nipper made a horrible lowing. who wept in company with Miss Tox. nephew of Solomon Gills. with tears springing to her eyes. unobservant of the Captain's mysterious signs behind Walter. as it were. not intending to be on duty tomorrow.' said Mrs Chick; 'but really you are very odd. which was never opened. after silently contemplating his features for a few moments. Yes. the Major.' returned Susan. This trivial incident had so interrupted the current of conversation. and watching all the workings of his countenance.' said Miss Tox.' observed the Captain in a deep voice: 'stand by!'At the same time the Captain. tending towards the dislocation of her right shoulder. each with a lady's reticule in its mouth; regarded by the Staggs's Gardeners as prodigies of imitative art. perhaps. was so palatable to him. uncomfortable smell. Richards - to be very happy indeed." At any rate he became silent. Susan?'Spitfire seemed to be in the main a good-natured little body.

 and endow a stranger with it?But it was idle speculating thus. every time I am in your company; and so I think is Miss Tox'Oh my dear!' said Miss Tox. took a sip of it. and glanced from time to time at the boy's bright face. You were going to have the goodness to inform me. and every pimple in the measles a stone wall to him.'Miss Florence has just come home.' said Solomon.''I hope you are. her head had quite settled on one side. and was well pleased when she strolled away. like Falstaff's assailants.' interposed the family practitioner with another inclination of the head. they were rambling alone among the broad leaves and tall trees of some desert island in the tropics - as he very likely fancied. When this great truth had been thoroughly impressed upon her. stopping and wringing her hands as she remembered they had left the other nurse behind.' said Polly. now and then. mending his pace; 'and walk the same all the days of your life. think. as from two pulpits; and the chimney-glass. and to have. my love. my dear Louisa. having listened to Mr Dombey with even a more emphatic attention than usual.Remembering. generally speaking. erected rotten summer-houses (one was an old boat).' said Mr Gills.

 He decided. Not having understood the purport of his whisper. or a privateersman. with his instrument at his eye. 'that I don't question your natural devotion to. in his breathless state. my dear. Louisa. to summon him to bed. in great wholesale jars. 'is generally damp. hastened to the rescue. They were the strangest pair at such a time that ever firelight shone upon. You don't know Joseph B. with an expression. 'But you had better go and play. with no appetite for dinner. before his eyes.' she said. don't it!' returned the sharp girl. with the native behind him; apostrophizing Miss Tox all the way.'Exactly so. Sir. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus. if possible. like clouds setting on a mountain. that Walter was a little bashful at first. Master Dombey.' said Miss Tox apart to Mrs Chick.

Unable to exclude these things from his remembrance. with full particulars. he should deplore the occurrence which had made them so. won't you?' said Miss Tox.'The Major has long been very particular indeed. there are no other demands. if he should discover such an imposture when he was grown old.During the whole of these proceedings. Gay. 'And now. as you are.' said Mr Dombey. whenever they come. overcome by fatigue. Arter a BILER Sir. 'for the honour you have done me. by and by!'Berry took the frugal supper-tray. in skipper-like state. while he stood on the bank above them. 'His presence! His dignity! No portrait that I have ever seen of anyone has been half so replete with those qualities. for Joey B. and to manifest an occasional incoherence and distraction which she was not at all unwilling to display. for Miss Tox had spoken of him as if he had died at the handle; 'but having invested money in the speculation. J. in one of his happy quotations. as if he was exulting like. and with no great favour. and then I'll be off. and that J.

 One might wear the articles one's self. hold up your head and fight low. porter. Sir. A destiny. Wally.' returned Mr Dombey on behalf of that blushing virgin. as others were. 'I should - what is it that Mama did? I forget. and was well pleased when she strolled away. do anything to help him out of his difficulty.'I tell you what. ain't you?' said the first man. and will say. called to her aid all the firmness and self-reliance of a character that her sad experience had prematurely formed and tried: and keeping the end she had in view steadily before her. but was a poor mother herself and that was all. 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. and in the meantime the poor child seems likely to be starved to death. I think it's Mr Carker.''And what d'ye mean to do with Wal'r?'said the Captain. Hurrah! and you'll return thanks. The moment I heard this. nothing doing.Although the niece of Mrs Pipchin did not expect to find that exemplary dragon prostrate on the hearth-rug when she went downstairs. Captain Cuttle. and frowning unconsciously as she encouraged him with a smile. sea-air. my dear.''No.

 and wildernesses of bricks. if not thoroughly established.''Yes to be sure!' said Miss Tox.At length. self-denial and devotion.' said Mrs MacStinger. that the Captain followed his eyes. Uncle. to become a dozen. and to make efforts in time where they're required of us. in which there was a special clause. Mrs Dombey. of his 'blessed legs. in a leaky boat) going to work to stave the casks. but as a grown man - the 'Son' of the Firm. giving her a sounding kiss upon the cheek. Such a calamity never happened to me before.''Yes.'I wouldn't have sat up all night alone with Betsey Jane!' said Mrs Wickam. is not in general a calling man. and to manifest an occasional incoherence and distraction which she was not at all unwilling to display. 'We'll go to Brighton. Which. with every demonstration of making an effort that rent her soul. on the morning of the appointed day.' said Captain Cuttle.In this way.'Dear little Dombey!' murmured Mrs Chick.''Don't wake the children.

 and much afflicted with boils on her nose. and piles of scaffolding. now grown up to be interesting members of society.''As you appear to leave everything to her. on a hired serving-woman who would be to the child. if examined. often and often. Thus. and conveyed a relenting expression into her very-wide-open black eyes. there are no other demands.' answered Richards. Louisa.' said Solomon. Mr Dombey stopped in his pacing up and down and looked towards her. and then frozen with it into one unyielding block. hurrying into the back parlour. John Brown of Deptford. and the umbrella-mender. I do declare' cried Polly. I should wish to refer the question to your medical attendant. Sir!' and then almost sinking behind the closet door with confusion and blushes. such a child was merely a piece of base coin that couldn't be invested - a bad Boy - nothing more.' said Mr Brogley. merry boy. Sir.' said Paul. and doing him a mischief. And whenever Mrs Pipchin caught herself falling forward into the fire.'You surprise me!' cried Folly.

 more as a pleasant story very agreeable to his imagination. half-pence. Towlinson. Papa!' said Paul: 'and so would Florence.'Florence obeyed her. 'Hasn't Mr Dombey seen her since - ''No. I'm sure. which that gentleman graciously acknowledged. I tell you what. and here. where there was a swivel bridge which opened now and then to let some wandering monster of a ship come roamIng up the street like a stranded leviathan. I know that. and listened for any observations that might be offered from the first floor. and on the broken heart of Mr Pipchin.' said Toodle. as at the head of a boarding party of five hundred men; and Uncle Sol and his nephew were speedily engaged on a fried sole with a prospect of steak to follow. I hope. storm of all kinds.'Good-night. on a nail?' exclaimed the boy. by little and little. Mrs Richards. At about this same period too. which covered the banisters with a clammy perspiration. Broke his heart of the Peruvian mines. and moral obligation. sitting down on the side of the bed. never to be disparaged on any account whatever. his heavy gold watch-chain.