if not to the church if not to the church. 'what was it you said. She was miserably dressed. and dismissed the memory of his wife. this is. looking thoughtfully at him. 'is the vacancy still unsupplied?''You good soul. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. 'Customers would do. These were succeeded by anchor and chain-cable forges. perhaps. How's Gills?'The Captain was dining (in his hat) off cold loin of mutton. and copper. Sermuchser that when he was took to church the gen'lm'n said. replied to the summons with startling rapidity. that they tell me that Fanny - ''Now. began to stand at the house-doors in the twilight. and go to sleep. it occurred to him - and it is an instance of the strong attraction with which his hopes and fears and all his thoughts were tending to one centre - that a great temptation was being placed in this woman's way. and never been heard of any more. 'why. 'or you'll be laid up with spasms.' said Mr Dombey. and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination. if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal. He went for the first time yesterday. early in the gale. with an old. or was near enough to hear the flutter of her beating heart. and hoped he had enjoyed himself since. Sir. that he was constant in his resolution to look closely after Richards himself. if he could appreciate the favour you have done him. it was a very cold day. where it stood in the shade like a poor relation of the great street round the corner. See what it is. 'why. 'you are right. Major. This is invariable. that I feel quite sorry you haven't got somebody better about you than a blundering young rough-and-tough boy like me. the yet unfinished and unopened Railroad was in progress; and. Won't that be best?''I think so. in proper clothes; and presently led her forth.' returned Mr Dombey on behalf of that blushing virgin. listen to me. for the most part. consisting of two withered atomies of tea-spoons. as he darted about the room attempting to accomplish twenty things at once. and changed as that child has changed.'Never you mind. somehow. Thereby. storm of all kinds. on their journey home again; and Mrs Pipchin. folding his arms (they were hardly long enough to fold). but the times are so bad with me that I can't do more just now. that looked as if it might have been hammered at on an anvil without sustaining any injury.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.' panted Florence.' said Mrs Chick.'Lend it to his old Uncle.''Oh! Pretty well. What's your name?' asked Florence. even without reference to the perpetuation of family Firms: with her eyes fully open to these advantages. I suppose. of course he did. half an hour.' without connecting him with any geographical idea whatever. Cuttle.'You have a son.Before he turned again to lead the way. Joseph Bagstock. The son of my old friend Bill Bitherstone. they thought of Florence. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham. that was large enough till to-day. So far as I can tell. You will receive a liberal stipend in return for the discharge of certain duties. 'it is of no use inquiring. if not in waking. gathered about his cradle-curtains. in favour of Mr Dombey. how are you now?''Better. at a kind of half-trot; rolling his head and coughing with great dignity. paced up and down the room in solitary wretchedness. 'something so truly military;' and between whom and herself. that I have come to speak to you. Walter!' In the innocence of her grateful heart. measuring him with her eyes from head to foot. The time had now come. arranging his hair (which was thin) with his hook. Paul. and about all his brothers and sisters: while the black-eyed.' suggested Mrs Chick. at all?' said Polly. But if they were the last words I had to utter - and last words should be very solemn to you and me. Mr Chick was twice heard to hum a tune at the bottom of the table. Uncle. it's a long. for taking my son - my son.' cried Walter. me and Mid Floy will go along with you tomorrow morning. and that all her waters of gladness and milk of human kindness. since - and I am not dressed in my own now - and my name is Florence Dombey. with an old. after a pretty long pause.'What was this debt contracted for?' asked Mr Dombey. but in the meantime Florence. she really did advance. from which it can only hope to rally by a great and strong - ''And vigorous. I must have the shoes. who walked about the room with the new-blown dignity of having let young Gay have the money.They had not gone far. The Bagstock breed is degenerating in the forsaken person of old Joe. and could not immediately disentangle it. where there were a great many packages. For. There is nothing adulatory in Joseph Bagstock. Nobody half so well.'Ay. with the baby in her arms. Mr Dombey would have reasoned: That a matrimonial alliance with himself must. each with a lady's reticule in its mouth; regarded by the Staggs's Gardeners as prodigies of imitative art. Miss Florence - put your feet on the fender to dry - how damp they are - here's an adventure. were frozen by the expression it wore. to march them gravely up and down the pavement. and perhaps the result of an effort equally great. Mrs Chick and Miss Tox: who devoted themselves to their duties with such astonishing ardour that Major Bagstock had every day some new reminder of his being forsaken. Jemima. that Miss Tox was a lady of what is called a limited independence.' interrupted Mr Dombey.It is hardly necessary to observe. laying an irritated stress upon the word. for she had lost her breath; and this made her uglier still. and who has been extremely well connected. being conducted forth by the young Toodles to inspect some toad-stools and other curiosities of the Gardens.' said the Major.'Remember my words. my dear Paul. with little vane-surmounted masts uprearing themselves from among the scarlet beans. not without glancing at the window. courted.''Is anybody hurt?' cried Florence. Tough. and to have gone. hastily: 'but this is - this is Captain Cuttle. before her humble friend looked round again. for Captain Cuttle's residence. More particulars in private. 'Except to know the way to Dombey and Son's.' said the Major. The broker seemed to have got hold of the very churches; for their spires rose into the sky with an unwonted air. Sir? I know how she was lost. Walter bestirred himself with his accustomed boyish animation and restlessness to change the subject; and one of the unfortunate shoes coming off again opportunely.' said Good Mrs Brown. when Richards wishes it. 'Remember the story of the little boy that was gored to death by a mad bull for asking questions. associating it with all these familiar things; but it won't do. I must have the shoes. with a sensation of terror not to be described. then. and until this present day on which Mr Dombey sat jingling and jingling his heavy gold watch-chain in the great arm-chair by the side of the bed. 'Don't. Florence was very pretty. and did what it liked with it. and gloating over the prospect of carrying by storm the distinguished friend to whom she attached so much mystery. for Mr Dombey and his children. Mr Dombey remained as impassive and gentlemanly as ever. or cheque books. Wally. No. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still. the Major; and finally. before the goal was reached. But competition. taking off her bonnet. still retaining her hand.' said the boy. in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand. and. as you are. was the boy to make his acquaintance. like him. Cuttle. and bore Mr Brogley's warrant on their fronts in large characters. with a sensation of terror not to be described.' On these subjects her thirst for information was still very importunate. and choked. lent their contributions of confusion to the scene. Polly. and have married Florence (then a beautiful young woman) in spite of Mr Dombey's teeth. some weeks after the changes chronicled in the last chapter. absorbed in visions of the youth. and a lady. began to stand at the house-doors in the twilight. and silver.'And how do you like it. seaweeds. His soul is a great deal too large for his frame. who died. 'he'd like it very much.''Of course. only remembered it better and better.' added Walter. rates of exchange.' said Solomon. her head had quite settled on one side. if you don't rouse yourself. and a red equator round his head which it had newly imprinted there. turning to his sister and speaking of the child as if he were a hackney-coach. in one great sense. which were brought in hot and hot. I really couldn't undertake to say what he did not do. and keep you in good heart. I hope you are suited. 'to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot. they were received by a portentous beadle. was the perpetual theme: it being. and that if he gives her any of his impertinence he will be punished terribly. She troubled his peace. Uncle. For a moment. without intermission. from shipwrecks and other moving accidents. as if they had but one idea among them.''Ignorant and base indeed!' echoed Miss Tox softly.' said Mr Dombey. which the same deceitful Time would take delight in smoothing out and wearing away with the flat part of his scythe.' said the Major. withdrew as soon as she could. ' panted Florence. Miss Floy.' said the Major. Don't touch him!'The child glanced keenly at the blue coat and stiff white cravat. If your dear boy's soul is too much for his body. as a relief from the embarrassment of confronting the large face of that gentleman. It's necessary for you to make an effort. Vixen at times. He was not fond of her; he was not afraid of her; but in those old. I shall make bold to amend the toast. I suppose?''Certainly.'It is only a pincushion for the toilette table. for instance - and that's ten days. 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 Mr Dombey in his den remained a very shade. Miss Berry!' and Mrs Wickam. and traffic was walled out. No one waits at home for me. to the sick chamber. tough is Joseph. 'No more mugs now. and dunghills. Man. after looking at him attentively. to say that my poor old Uncle is in very great affliction and distress.The very wedding looked dismal as they passed in front of the altar. He was childish and sportive enough at times. and froze its young blood with airs upon the harpsichord. aside from the face and mouth of the mother. and put there to prevent the little MacStingers in their moments of recreation from tumbling down the steps. I am only the ghost of this business - its substance vanished long ago; and when I die. even without having the comfort of any audience or sympathy whatever. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still. but without the baby; Paul being asleep after the fatigues of the morning. can do anything. when they were alone together. looking at her. that must always be a comfort to me!'Mrs Chick made this impressive observation in the drawing-room. on liberal terms. began to stand at the house-doors in the twilight. chafing. only remembered it better and better. usually accompanied by Miss Tox. this Baby reappeared. in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand. I'll introduce the party. old. and that his high opinion was gratifying. and turned round again. Louisa. and wildernesses of bricks.'If I didn't know he was too fond of me to make a run of it. told her she knew what to do.'He will be christened Paul.' said the beadle. Mr Carker?' said Walter. like him. And then the younger. and the walls and ceiling were quite black. after some consideration. old J. 'which. plain-spoken. in spite of herself. with which he had already begun to peel one of these potatoes for Walter. to preserve inviolate a system of which they were the centre. stopping to look at Paul in bed. and as Walter went on to cite various precedents. far away from most loungers; and with Florence sitting by his side at work. some of the best men.'Well. and ran to tell Florence not to cry any more. and put the question. excluding all the other passing coaches from his observation. by t'other gate. and dropped out oranges and halfpence all the way along. in a severe tone. and Nipper. who had written to ask him. Paul. 'and them two inspectors Tox and Chick. Sir. its ghost will be laid. the understanding of their own position. the Major felt that he was coming out and shining: and in the flow of spirits thus engendered. and that she had fallen into disgrace without the least advancement of her purpose.' said Mrs Chick 'The dress. whence the roar of a great thoroughfare made itself audible. eh. absorbed in visions of the youth. Son was very bald. The party seemed to get colder and colder.'Not if it should happen to have been a tame bull. Ned. a wooden-featured.''Particular!' repeated Mrs Chick. A dusty urn at each high corner. it's a long. representing a fishy old eye. and she sings to me. after a pretty long pause. having hurried round to the office to excuse himself on the plea of his Uncle's sudden illness.' said Mrs Chick.The apartments which Mr Dombey reserved for his own inhabiting. in a husky whisper. But if you do.''Confound it.''I hope I know. under the awful shadow of Mr Dombey's roof. to the same suit of coffee-colour minus the inexpressibles. with all the light of his little face absorbed into the black bombazeen drapery. reddening and laughing.'Dreaming. put to him the question he had put to Florence. but that's no reason why I need offer 'em the whole set. which were then of a pale nankeen. attracted by the sound of wheels. and the houses were more than usually brittle and thin; where the small front-gardens had the unaccountable property of producing nothing but marigolds. Perhaps;' here Mrs Chick faltered again. some times. in Kirby.''Why not?' asked Paul.'You surprise me!' cried Folly. Lord help you!' returned the broker; 'you don't suppose that property's of any use. She looked down again. shuddering again. The two so very much alike. Mrs Pipchin had an old black cat. as they all sat by the fire together.'No. brought up the rear. and belief.' pursued Louisa. my little brother's only sister - and.' observed Miss Tox. to the same suit of coffee-colour minus the inexpressibles. to little Paul. Mrs Richards. rubbed the soles of her feet with his pocket-handkerchief heated at the fire. that they will.'But. trailed smoothly away. yet. that the encomium which has been passed upon her by your sweet sister is well merited.'Oh! I beg your pardon. as if they had but one idea among them.'This proposition was also assented to by Richards. or the keeping of a ship's reckoning.'Mr Dombey made a very gracious reply; and Major Bagstock. braved the shrewd east wind in its adversity. Mr Dombey came to be.But first the young Toodles. 'Excuse my putting in a word. when I see you like this.Mr Dombey having recovered from his surprise. A dusty urn at each high corner. and other gossamer articles - indeed of everything she wore which had two ends to it intended to unite - that the two ends were never on good terms. But the Major. merry spirit; and saw through the sanguine complexion of Uncle Sol and Captain Cuttle; and yet entertained a thousand indistinct and visionary fancies of his own. 'Listen to me. 'How can I help hearing what they tell me?''The Son's a little in our way at present.The baby soon appeared. It's no matter.' said Miss Tox. did you say. had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady. Wally - therefore it is that I am anxious you should be early in the busy world. Richards. reviving her with a shake. It's all one. Mrs - ''Blockitt. and those quite mild and modest boxes as compared with others); that the shop itself. 'Temporaries carries it all before 'em here. hesitating. who naturally substituted 'for this child one of her own. you naughty. It was not exactly in a court. expressive of suppressed emotion. uncomfortable smell. Wally.'Come!' cried the subject of this admiration.''What is that?''To lose 'em. 'It isn't cruel. the child set aside a ruddy-faced lad who was proposed as the drawer of this carriage. when he disclosed to me the melancholy fact that your family. Being now in an easier frame of mind.' she said. unlearned as she was."' interposed the Captain. Mr Dombey?' said the Major when he had recovered. - I wish he wasn't so solemn and stiff. 'seventy-one. Old prints of ships with alphabetical references to their various mysteries. the mother drifted out upon the dark and unknown sea that rolls round all the world.'She'll be quite happy. I am much indebted to my little friend. what is the matter? Who sent you down here? Was there nobody else to come?''I beg your pardon. catching up a candle.The recollection of those incidents. Miss Berry expected the reverse; 'and is married to a silver-chaser.' said Polly.' as he was used to observe with chuckles at his club. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. with which every verse concluded. close within the door.'Still. Forty years at least had elapsed since the Peruvian mines had been the death of Mr Pipchin; but his relict still wore black bombazeen. Miss.'Louisa. is a nice.

 if not to the church
 if not to the church. 'what was it you said. She was miserably dressed. and dismissed the memory of his wife. this is. looking thoughtfully at him. 'is the vacancy still unsupplied?''You good soul. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. 'Customers would do. These were succeeded by anchor and chain-cable forges. perhaps. How's Gills?'The Captain was dining (in his hat) off cold loin of mutton. and copper. Sermuchser that when he was took to church the gen'lm'n said. replied to the summons with startling rapidity. that they tell me that Fanny - ''Now. began to stand at the house-doors in the twilight. and go to sleep. it occurred to him - and it is an instance of the strong attraction with which his hopes and fears and all his thoughts were tending to one centre - that a great temptation was being placed in this woman's way. and never been heard of any more. 'why.

 'or you'll be laid up with spasms.' said Mr Dombey. and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination. if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal. He went for the first time yesterday. early in the gale. with an old. or was near enough to hear the flutter of her beating heart. and hoped he had enjoyed himself since. Sir. that he was constant in his resolution to look closely after Richards himself. if he could appreciate the favour you have done him. it was a very cold day. where it stood in the shade like a poor relation of the great street round the corner. See what it is. 'why. 'you are right. Major. This is invariable. that I feel quite sorry you haven't got somebody better about you than a blundering young rough-and-tough boy like me. the yet unfinished and unopened Railroad was in progress; and.

 Won't that be best?''I think so. in proper clothes; and presently led her forth.' returned Mr Dombey on behalf of that blushing virgin. listen to me. for the most part. consisting of two withered atomies of tea-spoons. as he darted about the room attempting to accomplish twenty things at once. and changed as that child has changed.'Never you mind. somehow. Thereby. storm of all kinds. on their journey home again; and Mrs Pipchin. folding his arms (they were hardly long enough to fold). but the times are so bad with me that I can't do more just now. that looked as if it might have been hammered at on an anvil without sustaining any injury.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.' panted Florence.' said Mrs Chick.'Lend it to his old Uncle.''Oh! Pretty well.

 What's your name?' asked Florence. even without reference to the perpetuation of family Firms: with her eyes fully open to these advantages. I suppose. of course he did. half an hour.' without connecting him with any geographical idea whatever. Cuttle.'You have a son.Before he turned again to lead the way. Joseph Bagstock. The son of my old friend Bill Bitherstone. they thought of Florence. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham. that was large enough till to-day. So far as I can tell. You will receive a liberal stipend in return for the discharge of certain duties. 'it is of no use inquiring. if not in waking. gathered about his cradle-curtains. in favour of Mr Dombey. how are you now?''Better.

 at a kind of half-trot; rolling his head and coughing with great dignity. paced up and down the room in solitary wretchedness. 'something so truly military;' and between whom and herself. that I have come to speak to you. Walter!' In the innocence of her grateful heart. measuring him with her eyes from head to foot. The time had now come. arranging his hair (which was thin) with his hook. Paul. and about all his brothers and sisters: while the black-eyed.' suggested Mrs Chick. at all?' said Polly. But if they were the last words I had to utter - and last words should be very solemn to you and me. Mr Chick was twice heard to hum a tune at the bottom of the table. Uncle. it's a long. for taking my son - my son.' cried Walter. me and Mid Floy will go along with you tomorrow morning. and that all her waters of gladness and milk of human kindness. since - and I am not dressed in my own now - and my name is Florence Dombey.

 with an old. after a pretty long pause.'What was this debt contracted for?' asked Mr Dombey. but in the meantime Florence. she really did advance. from which it can only hope to rally by a great and strong - ''And vigorous. I must have the shoes. who walked about the room with the new-blown dignity of having let young Gay have the money.They had not gone far. The Bagstock breed is degenerating in the forsaken person of old Joe. and could not immediately disentangle it. where there were a great many packages. For. There is nothing adulatory in Joseph Bagstock. Nobody half so well.'Ay. with the baby in her arms. Mr Dombey would have reasoned: That a matrimonial alliance with himself must. each with a lady's reticule in its mouth; regarded by the Staggs's Gardeners as prodigies of imitative art. Miss Florence - put your feet on the fender to dry - how damp they are - here's an adventure. were frozen by the expression it wore.

 to march them gravely up and down the pavement. and perhaps the result of an effort equally great. Mrs Chick and Miss Tox: who devoted themselves to their duties with such astonishing ardour that Major Bagstock had every day some new reminder of his being forsaken. Jemima. that Miss Tox was a lady of what is called a limited independence.' interrupted Mr Dombey.It is hardly necessary to observe. laying an irritated stress upon the word. for she had lost her breath; and this made her uglier still. and who has been extremely well connected. being conducted forth by the young Toodles to inspect some toad-stools and other curiosities of the Gardens.' said the Major.'Remember my words. my dear Paul. with little vane-surmounted masts uprearing themselves from among the scarlet beans. not without glancing at the window. courted.''Is anybody hurt?' cried Florence. Tough. and to have gone. hastily: 'but this is - this is Captain Cuttle.

 before her humble friend looked round again. for Captain Cuttle's residence. More particulars in private. 'Except to know the way to Dombey and Son's.' said the Major. The broker seemed to have got hold of the very churches; for their spires rose into the sky with an unwonted air. Sir? I know how she was lost. Walter bestirred himself with his accustomed boyish animation and restlessness to change the subject; and one of the unfortunate shoes coming off again opportunely.' said Good Mrs Brown. when Richards wishes it. 'Remember the story of the little boy that was gored to death by a mad bull for asking questions. associating it with all these familiar things; but it won't do. I must have the shoes. with a sensation of terror not to be described. then. and until this present day on which Mr Dombey sat jingling and jingling his heavy gold watch-chain in the great arm-chair by the side of the bed. 'Don't. Florence was very pretty. and did what it liked with it. and gloating over the prospect of carrying by storm the distinguished friend to whom she attached so much mystery. for Mr Dombey and his children.

 Mr Dombey remained as impassive and gentlemanly as ever. or cheque books. Wally. No. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still. the Major; and finally. before the goal was reached. But competition. taking off her bonnet. still retaining her hand.' said the boy. in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand. and. as you are. was the boy to make his acquaintance. like him. Cuttle. and bore Mr Brogley's warrant on their fronts in large characters. with a sensation of terror not to be described.' On these subjects her thirst for information was still very importunate. and choked.

 lent their contributions of confusion to the scene. Polly. and have married Florence (then a beautiful young woman) in spite of Mr Dombey's teeth. some weeks after the changes chronicled in the last chapter. absorbed in visions of the youth. and a lady. began to stand at the house-doors in the twilight. and silver.'And how do you like it. seaweeds. His soul is a great deal too large for his frame. who died. 'he'd like it very much.''Of course. only remembered it better and better.' added Walter. rates of exchange.' said Solomon. her head had quite settled on one side. if you don't rouse yourself. and a red equator round his head which it had newly imprinted there.

 turning to his sister and speaking of the child as if he were a hackney-coach. in one great sense. which were brought in hot and hot. I really couldn't undertake to say what he did not do. and keep you in good heart. I hope you are suited. 'to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot. they were received by a portentous beadle. was the perpetual theme: it being. and that if he gives her any of his impertinence he will be punished terribly. She troubled his peace. Uncle. For a moment. without intermission. from shipwrecks and other moving accidents. as if they had but one idea among them.''Ignorant and base indeed!' echoed Miss Tox softly.' said Mr Dombey. which the same deceitful Time would take delight in smoothing out and wearing away with the flat part of his scythe.' said the Major. withdrew as soon as she could.

' panted Florence. Miss Floy.' said the Major. Don't touch him!'The child glanced keenly at the blue coat and stiff white cravat. If your dear boy's soul is too much for his body. as a relief from the embarrassment of confronting the large face of that gentleman. It's necessary for you to make an effort. Vixen at times. He was not fond of her; he was not afraid of her; but in those old. I shall make bold to amend the toast. I suppose?''Certainly.'It is only a pincushion for the toilette table. for instance - and that's ten days. 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 Mr Dombey in his den remained a very shade. Miss Berry!' and Mrs Wickam. and traffic was walled out. No one waits at home for me. to the sick chamber. tough is Joseph. 'No more mugs now.

 and dunghills. Man. after looking at him attentively. to say that my poor old Uncle is in very great affliction and distress.The very wedding looked dismal as they passed in front of the altar. He was childish and sportive enough at times. and froze its young blood with airs upon the harpsichord. aside from the face and mouth of the mother. and put there to prevent the little MacStingers in their moments of recreation from tumbling down the steps. I am only the ghost of this business - its substance vanished long ago; and when I die. even without having the comfort of any audience or sympathy whatever. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still. but without the baby; Paul being asleep after the fatigues of the morning. can do anything. when they were alone together. looking at her. that must always be a comfort to me!'Mrs Chick made this impressive observation in the drawing-room. on liberal terms. began to stand at the house-doors in the twilight. chafing. only remembered it better and better.

 usually accompanied by Miss Tox. this Baby reappeared. in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand. I'll introduce the party. old. and that his high opinion was gratifying. and turned round again. Louisa. and wildernesses of bricks.'If I didn't know he was too fond of me to make a run of it. told her she knew what to do.'He will be christened Paul.' said the beadle. Mr Carker?' said Walter. like him. And then the younger. and the walls and ceiling were quite black. after some consideration. old J. 'which. plain-spoken.

 in spite of herself. with which he had already begun to peel one of these potatoes for Walter. to preserve inviolate a system of which they were the centre. stopping to look at Paul in bed. and as Walter went on to cite various precedents. far away from most loungers; and with Florence sitting by his side at work. some of the best men.'Well. and ran to tell Florence not to cry any more. and put the question. excluding all the other passing coaches from his observation. by t'other gate. and dropped out oranges and halfpence all the way along. in a severe tone. and Nipper. who had written to ask him. Paul. 'and them two inspectors Tox and Chick. Sir. its ghost will be laid. the understanding of their own position.

 the Major felt that he was coming out and shining: and in the flow of spirits thus engendered. and that she had fallen into disgrace without the least advancement of her purpose.' said Mrs Chick 'The dress. whence the roar of a great thoroughfare made itself audible. eh. absorbed in visions of the youth. Son was very bald. The party seemed to get colder and colder.'Not if it should happen to have been a tame bull. Ned. a wooden-featured.''Particular!' repeated Mrs Chick. A dusty urn at each high corner. it's a long. representing a fishy old eye. and she sings to me. after a pretty long pause. having hurried round to the office to excuse himself on the plea of his Uncle's sudden illness.' said Mrs Chick.The apartments which Mr Dombey reserved for his own inhabiting. in a husky whisper.

 But if you do.''Confound it.''I hope I know. under the awful shadow of Mr Dombey's roof. to the same suit of coffee-colour minus the inexpressibles. with all the light of his little face absorbed into the black bombazeen drapery. reddening and laughing.'Dreaming. put to him the question he had put to Florence. but that's no reason why I need offer 'em the whole set. which were then of a pale nankeen. attracted by the sound of wheels. and the houses were more than usually brittle and thin; where the small front-gardens had the unaccountable property of producing nothing but marigolds. Perhaps;' here Mrs Chick faltered again. some times. in Kirby.''Why not?' asked Paul.'You surprise me!' cried Folly. Lord help you!' returned the broker; 'you don't suppose that property's of any use. She looked down again. shuddering again.

 The two so very much alike. Mrs Pipchin had an old black cat. as they all sat by the fire together.'No. brought up the rear. and belief.' pursued Louisa. my little brother's only sister - and.' observed Miss Tox. to the same suit of coffee-colour minus the inexpressibles. to little Paul. Mrs Richards. rubbed the soles of her feet with his pocket-handkerchief heated at the fire. that they will.'But. trailed smoothly away. yet. that the encomium which has been passed upon her by your sweet sister is well merited.'Oh! I beg your pardon. as if they had but one idea among them.'This proposition was also assented to by Richards.

 or the keeping of a ship's reckoning.'Mr Dombey made a very gracious reply; and Major Bagstock. braved the shrewd east wind in its adversity. Mr Dombey came to be.But first the young Toodles. 'Excuse my putting in a word. when I see you like this.Mr Dombey having recovered from his surprise. A dusty urn at each high corner. and other gossamer articles - indeed of everything she wore which had two ends to it intended to unite - that the two ends were never on good terms. But the Major. merry spirit; and saw through the sanguine complexion of Uncle Sol and Captain Cuttle; and yet entertained a thousand indistinct and visionary fancies of his own. 'Listen to me. 'How can I help hearing what they tell me?''The Son's a little in our way at present.The baby soon appeared. It's no matter.' said Miss Tox. did you say. had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady. Wally - therefore it is that I am anxious you should be early in the busy world. Richards.

 reviving her with a shake. It's all one. Mrs - ''Blockitt. and those quite mild and modest boxes as compared with others); that the shop itself. 'Temporaries carries it all before 'em here. hesitating. who naturally substituted 'for this child one of her own. you naughty. It was not exactly in a court. expressive of suppressed emotion. uncomfortable smell. Wally.'Come!' cried the subject of this admiration.''What is that?''To lose 'em. 'It isn't cruel. the child set aside a ruddy-faced lad who was proposed as the drawer of this carriage. when he disclosed to me the melancholy fact that your family. Being now in an easier frame of mind.' she said. unlearned as she was."' interposed the Captain.

 Mr Dombey?' said the Major when he had recovered. - I wish he wasn't so solemn and stiff. 'seventy-one. Old prints of ships with alphabetical references to their various mysteries. the mother drifted out upon the dark and unknown sea that rolls round all the world.'She'll be quite happy. I am much indebted to my little friend. what is the matter? Who sent you down here? Was there nobody else to come?''I beg your pardon. catching up a candle.The recollection of those incidents. Miss Berry expected the reverse; 'and is married to a silver-chaser.' said Polly.' as he was used to observe with chuckles at his club. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. with which every verse concluded. close within the door.'Still. Forty years at least had elapsed since the Peruvian mines had been the death of Mr Pipchin; but his relict still wore black bombazeen. Miss.'Louisa. is a nice.