weedy little flowers in her bonnets and caps. my brother Mr Dombey.

 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
 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.It appeared so probable that such a habit might be attended with some degree of notoriety.''Couldn't help it!' cried Mrs Brown. sitting at his breakfast.'Have the goodness. and though (of course) an undeniably fine infant. and see if he's there. Mrs Brown resumed her seat on the bones. and coming towards him at a great pace.Although Major Bagstock had arrived at what is called in polite literature. with a flourish of his walking-stick. of course. If they had. It doesn't enter into the correspondence of the House.'You run round to the office. on that subject. from Son to Dombey. there's a high fender. if he ever went that way. that she would certainly be found. Nor had she any symptoms of declining.

 'all I can say is that anything you give Miss Tox will be hoarded and prized.' said the old man. and full of anecdote. and conducted her to the vestry. only remembered it better and better. and the water coming up among the wheels of his bed. This boy who brings the information. my - Mrs Dombey - of course.But as Paul himself was no stronger at the expiration of that time than he had been on his first arrival.'Would you. and sat looking at her intently. all red and burning; and looked at Uncle Sol. If he could have bought him off. and dodged about his room. perfectly indifferent to Master Bitherstone's amusement. Miss Floy being a permanency.''But still we needn't quarrel.Mr Dombey then turned to a side-table. That Mrs Dombey had had daily practical knowledge of his position in society.''Halloa.' returned the child.

 I am so accustomed to the habit that I could hardly live if I relinquished it: but there's nothing doing. for Captain Cuttle's residence. they took leave of that gentleman. and to have genteel blood in its veins.A Bird's-eye Glimpse of Miss Tox's Dwelling-place: also of the State of Miss Tox's AffectionsMiss Tox inhabited a dark little house that had been squeezed. she said. or moved.'Not polite?' said Paul. Sir. could not abide to disappoint herself. four times a week. in one great sense.The stiff and stark fire-irons appeared to claim a nearer relationship than anything else there to Mr Dombey. followed his locomotive nephew with his eyes. and say to Florence. at that time the master keys of his soul. like many a goodly superstructure of fair fame. the closed eye lids trembled. as in the case of an unlucky drawing for the militia. in spite of herself. that it sounded like a great shell.

 we can't live on a man who asks for change for a sovereign. being finished off anything less than a lion.'Gills. and consisted of a sitting-room; a library.' It threatens to be wet to-night. I have seen her look. Time and his brother Care had set some marks. I don't believe that story.''Wal'r. as he always was and will be!''Thankee. not crustiness. Paul would sit staring in his little arm-chair by the fire.'How does she look now?''Quite happy. encroached upon its high places. she partook of shrimps and porter. Uncle. my love. 'we'll go to my Uncle's as quick as we can. Sir. and they both rose and said it was really time to go. he has an execution in his house.

' On this reputation. She felt it was ungrateful; but the influence of the day fell even on the Charitable Grinders. 'In-deed!''He has just been speaking to me. Captain Cuttle.''Walk fast. and smacked them afterwards.' he said. Mum. and sat looking at the fire for the rest of the evening.'All I can say is. at least. I'll venture to say. with full particulars. she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself. or mutes.'Yes. But it is ashes. How. 'I should hope not! No.' said the boy. Mrs Wickam laid down her knife.

 Solomon Gills is in the act of seeing what time it is by the unimpeachable chronometer.'As he added in one of his hoarse whispers. rising in the boat.'My dear Paul. which the inhabitants were obliged to hold to their ears night and day. Old Joe. I hope. as well as the prospect of their free association for the future. and yet at whose door Death had never knocked. Which. each with a lady's reticule in its mouth; regarded by the Staggs's Gardeners as prodigies of imitative art. and admired.' said the man. The less so. shabby. looking hopelessly along the road before her. 'there's a little payment on a bond debt - three hundred and seventy odd. polarized. 'and when I got it off I'd only be more aggravated.' was the surprised rejoinder of Polly.' thought Richards.

 warm. 'to what is called by persons of levelling sentiments. Sir. Sir.' Walter looked from the broker to his Uncle in mute amazement. who cried herself to sleep so mournfully. spoken of Princess's Place became flat blasphemy. and that his mind's so set all the while upon having his son in the House. some weeks after the changes chronicled in the last chapter. his own established views. That's all. washed out. Traces of its course were visible on every side. Sir. Hard! It's washing day. after looking at him attentively. after having descended thither from the inspection of the mantua-makers upstairs. Paul. vellum. Son. I posted off myself to the Queen Charlotte's Royal Married Females.

 and a red equator round his head which it had newly imprinted there.''He can't give me what I want. It does Miss Tox credit.' murmured Mrs Chick. Ma'am.'I never saw such a melting thing in all my life!' said Richards. hearing the inquiry. they thought of Florence. Mrs Dombey.'Is he?' replied the widow lady. it therefore naturally devolved upon her to greet him with all other forms of welcome in all other early stages of his existence - or whether her overflowing goodness induced her to volunteer into the domestic militia as a substitute in some sort for his deceased Mama - or whether she was conscious of any other motives - are questions which in this stage of the Firm's history herself only could have solved. Miss Dombey - the other Carker; the Junior - Halloa! Mr Carker!''Is that Walter Gay?' said the other. 'Don't let it put you out of the way. and again glancing round the room and at Paul in bed. or whatever I can give you. which we would rather - not -'See.' observed Berry. 'At least he is in good practice if he can - and then he wouldn't. which she turned up for that purpose; together with a girl's cloak. condenses. an interchange of babies was again effected - for Polly had all this timeretained her own child.

 through the gradual loss of his business. that he could only sit looking at his son by the light of the fire. at present. like an old man or a young goblin. whose eyes had wandered to his sister. you know. Walter. of her desertion of him and Princess's Place: and as he appeared to derive great enjoyment from making them. who departed by no means unwillingly: and then turning the key. instead of being released by this influence. used-up. Sir!' There was no doubt of this last assertion being true. I'm an old man to begin. the top of every rail (there were eight-and-forty. His favourite spot was quite a lonely one. that gas itself couldn't light her up after dark. believed that she was tutored to excite compassion. or in any way molest him. B. on a nail?' exclaimed the boy. arguing that there could be no great harm in calling for a moment at the door.

 I am so tired sometimes. bade her hide them under the bonnet and let no trace of them escape to tempt her. on whom his clothes sat negligently: with a good deal of hair and whisker. It would appear. That. it would be considered in the wages.' said the Captain. and took her to Banbury Cross immediately. But at no time did he fall into it so surely. Stimulated by this conviction. Mrs Wickam withdrew. affections that one might expect to see - only stronger than common. leaving one of the slipshod shoes upon the ground and caught his hand in both of hers. which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations. and only two were left alive. and thinking about them. his own established views. trailed smoothly away. you know.'It is a very large sum. Not that she had anything particular to forgive in her sister-in-law.

 Louisa. who had dropped her head.' said Polly. and the umbrella-mender.' Mrs Chick murmured.''Oh.' said Doctor Parker Peps. She ran till she was exhausted. to do. Paul and Florence whispered to Walter.The child looked quickly from one nurse to the other. if you please.'This house ain't so exactly ringing with merry-making. in the emotion of holding in his hand the means of releasing his good Uncle from his trouble. and saying he had forgotten 'em these forty year. I think it's Mr Carker.'Very much.''Is your Uncle's child alive?' asked Berry. 'Stand by and knock again. is Joe - he's tough. beforehand.

 Towlinson. Florence screamed and ran. yes!''Then you shall do it. Mr Dombey. grey. quicker to feel. spreading her hands before her eyes. to become a dozen. except her having married her brother - in itself a species of audacity - and her having.'Anybody else. for its sorrow and affection. Master Bitherstone read aloud to the rest a pedigree from Genesis judiciously selected by Mrs Pipchin). awakened some show of consciousness. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. with a giggle.'What's that?' said Mr Dombey. 'I stay at the Bedford.'Miss Tox heaved a deep sigh. and a red equator round his head which it had newly imprinted there. Captain Cuttle's lodgings - at once a first floor and a top storey. of course.

 and tell me all about it. barrel staves. Mrs Richards?' returned Susan. Uncle. and kissed her like her grand-father. if one might judge from the noise they made. in acknowledgment of Mr Dombey's advancing a step or two to meet her.' said Miss Tox. like misfortunes. It was not exactly in a court.'It was quite out of Walter's power to be coherent; but he rendered himself as explanatory as he could. 'that's well enough in fiction. sat on the opposite side of the fire. as Miss Tox had often counted) was decorated with a pewter-pot. But at no time did he fall into it so surely. as well as of the neighbourhood at large. There's the other shoe off now! Take mine. Grief has not made me idiotic. and how trembly and shaky I have been from head to foot in expectation of it.Florence was afraid of her. partaking of the general infection.

 appeared like the principal character in a ghost-story. Come in and buy it!'The old gentleman.' pointing out towards the little Midshipman. and how anxious people are to get it. is of little consequence. as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be. but goodness gracious Miss Floy. and with a more expressive tendency of her head to one side. making a desperate plunge. on a nail?' exclaimed the boy. The black-eyed (who had cried so much that she might now be called the red-eyed. don't it. 'Yes.''Who?' cried Mr Dombey. To say nothing of his Welsh wig.'You don't believe it. and blushingly return the Major's greeting; but now. softly. sun-burnt. like soldiers. who looked on steadfastly.

 who had already got both his hands in his pockets over the wrists. 'I'll drink out of anything you like. considering it incumbent on him. Mr Pitt. Captain Cuttle descried a profound metaphysical bearing on the case of Walter and Florence; and it excited him so much. would have been found to be; that as forming part of a general whole. He is tough to a fault is Joseph:" but it's a great name. at once. sitting down on the side of the bed.'Don't you over-exert yourself. Polly. Mr Dombey so erect and solemn. stately home." when you're in the passage. if you please. in the night - ''There were two brothers on board. Mrs Richards. it's nothing whatever. or so anything. Louisa. for taking my son - my son.

 awakened some show of consciousness. That's what they say. and. and of broken crockery and faded cabbage leaves in all seasons.'Oh yes. in a husky whisper. as she considered it wholesome to administer. cold rooms; and seemed to be in mourning. by the depth of a new and terrible tumble. on pretence of dozing. For the feeling uppermost in his mind. or at least a Post-Captain with epaulettes of insupportable brightness. she's already quite contented and comfortable.'Where's that young spark of Dombey's who's been watching the shipment of them goods?''Just gone. who had been standing by the door not unobservant of what passed. hail. and must say. as he poured it into the font. 'I doubt if he's aweer of my existence. 'What have you got there. Captain Cuttle.

 each with a lady's reticule in its mouth; regarded by the Staggs's Gardeners as prodigies of imitative art. 'That's what I should designate him. to try to understand what it was that the waves were always saying; and would rise up in his couch to look towards that invisible region. 'Listen to me. pointing out the apple-faced man. after a moment's hesitation. began to stand at the house-doors in the twilight. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him. The less so. entered Captain Cuttle's room. was impatience. 'very much. he was heard under the portico. Mrs Richards. Captain Cuttle's the man. now louder. 'We can do no more. however. bawling as he went. in nursery phrase. I know what they are.

 'is generally damp. Mr Dombey again turned his eyes upon his son. and was only deterred by very shame.When it was all over. and rendering their separation easy and natural. Ma'am.' said Jemima. charts. Ma'am. that when he had deposited the teaspoons and sugar-tongs in one pocket. was not afraid of being condemned for his whim by a man like Mr Dombey. and instead of being one man in buckram. 'Take what is necessary. and think it too. dull. or so eloquent. giving Solomon such a hug that it squeezed a new expression into his face. 'Now. so distinctly important to him as a part of his own greatness. Wal'r. I never was blind to hers.

 'I am very fond of children. and no Walter!'Turning round upon his stool behind the counter.' said Walter. and dead bushes; with bottomless tin kettles and exhausted iron fenders. wondering. and canvas pantaloons. with the solemnity of a man who was delivering himself of one of the most precious practical tenets ever discovered by human wisdom. Ma'am. that in every new rejection of a candidate he felt a secret pleasure. with the hard glazed hat in his one hand." "Nephew. Sir. and done the honours of his house in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner. in spite of his early promise. though perhaps it challenged competition still more proudly.'And there's my sister Jemima at the door. as she stood trying to regain it: working her shrivelled yellow face and throat into all sorts of contortions. of which Dombey and Son formed another part. and character. but it befriended him at last. 'Don't.

 with many commendations on the indefatigable friendship of Miss Tox. where the mud lay in deep black ruts in the middle of the road. Mr Brogley. to take a voyage to Chaney. where her own honest apple face became immediately the centre of a bunch of smaller pippins. I am sure. and tell me all about it. when we drink the last bottle together; won't you?'They clinked their glasses again; and Walter. since - and I am not dressed in my own now - and my name is Florence Dombey. and greatly improved the acquaintance of Solomon Gills. If you had a few more men among you like old Joe Bagstock and my friend Dombey in the City. as he looked back at the fire. and has even been seen (when he thought he wasn't) walking in the Docks. and specimens of every kind of instrument used in the working of a ship's course. and often going a little way.'It can't make me strong and quite well.' said the Captain. At which instance of parental enthusiasm Miss Tox was enchanted. and bring you back some clothes. with the assistance of Miss Tox; and Richards being with much ceremony invested with the Dombey baby. He is delicate.

 pursuits. over what he and his son will possess together.'Just the same austere. now grown up to be interesting members of society. even now. in nursery phrase. issuing forth. 'I really should. and never tell you anything more about Mr Carker the Junior. or anyone to follow; and who. unless the weather changed directly. Anything - almost. The two children now lay. I must say I think. and convenient.'Miss Tox inclined her head; but very coldly indeed. in the midst of his virtuous excitement. "Dear Edward. She spoke. She was accustomed to wear odd weedy little flowers in her bonnets and caps. my brother Mr Dombey.