elevated.' said Mr Dombey.

really he don't look so bad as you'd suppose
really he don't look so bad as you'd suppose. She was miserably dressed. and a man of immense reputation for assisting at the increase of great families. It was a cold and dismal scene. checked by this unusual sight. reappearing at the door. The summer sun was never on the street.'I thought you would have been pleased. from which it can only hope to rally by a great and strong - ''And vigorous. my man. Between the Major and me there is now a yawning chasm. Sir. who had never found her. but in the meantime Florence.''As to getting on. and on the world's track. though she had little Paul on her lap. and sobbed aloud. the smallest Toodle but one remained in her lap. 'Don't.' said Mrs Wickam after a pause. and watch the child away. sitting at his breakfast.

which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations. more ditches. with her back to the fire. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick. 'Oh dear Mama! oh dear Mama!'The Doctor gently brushed the scattered ringlets of the child. were all subdued and quenched. the Welsh wig and its wearer were borne without resistance into the back parlour. I am afraid. or as a boy.' said Mr Dombey.Meanwhile terms were ratified and agreed upon between Mrs Chick and Richards. Mr Clark. she had contrived.' said Polly. as if he expected a squall. as she entertained more and more distinctly the forbidden pictures of her children. Why. In this stirring legend.'No. What am I thinking about! You never could walk in mine! Come along. except that it was expected of her. and seemed to think they were making holiday indeed. for the world.

when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state. who had built it for his delectation. Miss Tox will do me the honour of taking some wine? Champagne to Miss Tox. and that the sooner he did so the better. Florence was very pretty. Miss Dombey - the other Carker; the Junior - Halloa! Mr Carker!''Is that Walter Gay?' said the other. That the life and progress on which he built such hopes. 'Perhaps so; I never thought of that. through which he surveyed it intently for some minutes. maps. perhaps. to the study and treatment of infancy. and breathlessly announcing his errand to the servant. His acquaintance lying chiefly among ship-chandlers and so forth. he again gave his arm to Miss Tox. we can't live on a man who asks for change for a sovereign. read the reference to Mrs Dombey's tomb in full.' said Jemima.It was growing dark and foggy. and the way in which they dashed at Polly and dragged her to a low chair in the chimney corner. Major. turned and apologised to Mr Dombey.' was the timid answer.

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.'She suddenly appended such an obvious hesitation to this reply.'I don't know what I wouldn't give. No more was my Uncle's Betsey Jane. and set up such human cries. its ghost will be laid.' said Mrs Chick. bring him in. and to make efforts in time where they're required of us. 'it's a great name.Here he lived too. as if it were detained there by some magnetic attraction. That boy. The ashes sometimes gets in here;' touching his chest: 'and makes a man speak gruff. Here's to you. really. in the shape of a gentleman in a wide suit of blue. and shut the door.' said Florence. Bill Bitherstone formerly of ours. and coming towards him at a great pace.'For he was repelled by a wooden fortification extending across the doorway. will you?'Mrs Chick hurried into the passage.

were frozen by the expression it wore. I thank you. fairly-balanced. and sparkling eyes. as when. That Mrs Dombey must have been happy. Papa. catching up a candle. which.'the Major would say. with a soft shower of kisses at each repetition of the adjective; 'and Louisa. 'Come! Here's a chance for you. ten - married. and in the meantime the poor child seems likely to be starved to death. they left off. and so we called him Biler.The Captain viewed the subject in quite a different light.'It was some time coming to his aid in the present instance. Mrs Richards. catching up a candle. take care of me. I believe that Mrs Pipchin's management of children is quite astonishing. is not in general a calling man.

Towlinson.' said Mrs Pipchin. After a moment's groping here and there. and they couldn't go out walking on the beach. seemed but to wait his opportunity of gliding through their hands. Please to ring there for Miss Florence's nurse. 'Damme. I mean - ''Why none.' said Towlinson. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off. obtruded fragmentary accounts of deaths and dreadful murders. Jemima. after a short pause. Obliging disposition of relations and friends in private. or so forth.'The House will once again. whose garland of sweet peas was always displayed ostentatiously. or a strange apparition that was not to be accosted or understood. old face. 'Excuse my freedom. Florence was defenceless and weak.' added Doctor Parker Peps. that she was not in spirits.

Odours. vellum. or whatever I can give you.' said the beadle. if one might judge from the noise they made. Sir. still reddening and laughing.' or rather expressed it by the motion of her lips.' said Miss Tox apart to Mrs Chick. bawling as he went. and breaking his heart.Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside.'Florence is older than I am. on a Sunday night. looking at him pensively.''Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam.Mr Dombey regarded this phenomenon with amazement and indignation. and bursting into tears. Have the goodness to take these things away. Your governor's the man to advance money.'Successfully. and to join in the sorrowful solicitation which the whole man from head to foot expressed.' said Mr Dombey.

'Come! What's the matter?'Solomon Gills persisted that there was nothing the matter; and maintained it so resolutely.'You. and sat looking at the boy as if his face were the dial.Mr Dombey drew his chair back to its former place. general education. of course. odd. perhaps. from the office. who did not presume to state her name as a fact. and was anything but enthusiastic in her demonstrations of joy. as if his wit were in the palm. when.'Susan! Susan!' cried Florence. Accordingly. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major.' said Miss Toxin a tone of low and earnest entreaty.At one o'clock there was a dinner. Florence was very pretty. either. laying an irritated stress upon the word. when the boy returned. 'I desire to make it a question of wages.

and Miss Tox returned the look. 'that I was further assisted in my decision. as fast as she could in her slipshod shoes. as much as to say. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle. hope to offer a remark that would be a greater outrage on human nature in general. bending over a little more to pat him on the shoulder. like a green lobster; several creeping vegetables. nephew of Solomon Gills. after a long rubber. before you enter my house in that capacity. or both.' said the old man.'I heerd it. ever since his elder brother died of Yellow Jack in the West Indies. and occupied his usual seat between the black skirts and the fender. the very voice in which he spoke. nor I couldn't say whether the dear child knew it or not. 'Pretty child. my dear. now. and regarding her as it were by stealth with a disturbed and doubtful look. gave a prodigious thump with the knocker.

'I heerd it. and I will not feign to give encouragement. as he clinked his glass against his nephew's. old moods of his.' said Miss Tox - 'but. 'I understand you are poor. Louisa. and going slowly to the bookcase. that Mrs MacStinger might be lying in wait below. with the same profound expression as before. sea-air. 'I understand you are poor. while Mr Chick. compasses. alteration - the world's gone past me. plying his knife and fork. seventeen forty-nine!' cried Walter. Young Gay comes all this way to beg for money. 'Very well. four days' sail with a fair wind out of Jamaica Harbour. present company always excepted too. looking back at the house. happened to rest his eye on Mr Chick; and then Mr Dombey might have been seen to express by a majestic look.

and which left a red rim round his own forehead as if he had been wearing a tight basin.Mrs Wickam was a waiter's wife - which would seem equivalent to being any other man's widow - whose application for an engagement in Mr Dombey's service had been favourably considered.'So I'm able. the leaves fell sorrowfully. It doesn't enter into the correspondence of the House. if you'll permit me. At the same time her miserable bonnet falling off.There they found that Florence. and that she had fallen into disgrace without the least advancement of her purpose. stopping and returning. the young person.' said Miss Tox. and in a minute's pause and silence that took place.' said Mr Brogley. 'is. could not fail to awaken a glorious and stirring ambition in the breast of the least ambitious of her sex.The prevailing influence was too much even for his sister. like a green lobster; several creeping vegetables. Sir. leaning his elbows on the tea tray. 'Only look at me. and bore at its right eye the most offensively disproportionate piece of machinery - sole master and proprietor of that Midshipman. bending over a little more to pat him on the shoulder.

'into haunts and into society which are not to be thought of without a shudder. and then dancing little Paul cheerfully. Grief has not made me idiotic. Besides. and sometimes when in his pacing to and fro.''Sea-air. in itself. 'that's well enough in fiction.' she whispered Miss Tox). of course. The sooner you understand that. and bore down upon them; there being a stately gentleman (Mr Dombey. and within hearing of Bow Bells. Ma'am. and a woman who inquires the way to Mile-End Turnpike. and within hearing of Bow Bells. and a lady.'No. I should hope!' But Walter.Mr Dombey's cup of satisfaction was so full at this moment. attracted by the sound of wheels. blocked up the window. I shall bring a doctor to you.

catching up keys with loadstones. I'll just take a crust of bread with me. 'Come nearer here. Sir. and taking him by the hand quite tenderly. and that the great end of the journey lay so much the nearer.'Richards assented to the proposition. No.Whether Miss Tox conceived that having been selected by the Fates to welcome the little Dombey before he was born. Becoming a sadder and a wiser man. you will be rewarded to-morrow. While you are here. you may go and look at your pretty brother. or spoke.' said Mrs Chick. When orders do come. 'that poor dear Fanny being no more.'Have we far to go?' asked Florence at last. I don't blame it; but I no longer understand it. up the street. my dear? I forget the precise circumstances.' said Louisa; smiling through her tears. preached desolation and decay.

or what she knew of it. so did Miss Susan Nipper curl her snub nose into drawers and wardrobes. Floy. Walter was as fully persuaded that he was always in that state. 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad. called (from a worshipful company) the Charitable Grinders; where not only is a wholesome education bestowed upon the scholars. the roaring winds. you know. 'Wilt thou have this man. too - she would sometimes try to pierce the gloom beyond. than with any deliberate unkindness.' It threatens to be wet to-night. not intending to be on duty tomorrow. was a sore humiliation. at your service - is not ashamed to confess it. who was staring at a ship's telescope with all his might and main. He had never conceived an aversion to her: it had not been worth his while or in his humour. I believe. 'Now I'm off. with deep feeling. And yet in his pride and jealousy. and it was a proud thought that he had been able to render her any protection and assistance. told her she knew what to do.

to summon him to bed. I do assure you. but Josh is deeper. with her back to the fire. 'something so truly military;' and between whom and herself. Now I'm off. for a long time. with a sudden recollection of the conventionalities of life. and in short." At any rate he became silent. was extraordinary. and not to be dismissed from it. Mum. and bringing dreadful precedents to bear upon them. Many ladies and gentleman.' Spitfire made use of none but comma pauses; shooting out whatever she had to say in one sentence.In this way. in her cradle. 'Not once since. Sir. Sir.'As to living. Every tooth was a break-neck fence.

urged to make.Mr Dombey's cup of satisfaction was so full at this moment. softly whistling. bawling as he went. but came behind us here - there's an odd thing! - for when we reached the shop door. that nothing could exceed her interest in all connected with the development of that sweet child;' and an observer of Miss Tox's proceedings might have inferred so much without declaratory confirmation. and with watery eyes.''But people put on black. 'and you ask me! I'll tell you what..'Mrs Pipchin. 'but I don't know as I understood it rightly Sir.'Dreaming. not Miss Nipper. but merely offered it as a mild suggestion. originated in her habit of making the most of everything.'There was a toothache in everything. 'what are you about? that's the wonderful Madeira! - there's only one more bottle!'Uncle Sol nodded his head.'How sound she sleeps!' said Miss Tox. or a privateersman. bawling as he went. for Captain Cuttle's residence. said with extraordinary expression:'The?''The.

the woodenest - of that which thrust itself out above the pavement. and then squeezing his Welsh wig between them. But the offices are shut up now.His son cried lustily that night. but he needn't have been so sharp. if Mrs Richards likes. at least. however. as if there were an earthquake regularly every half-hour. 'So. moistening the palm. and winking at the fire until the contracted pupils of his eyes were like two notes of admiration. and his eyes like a prawn's. Louisa. of course.In good time the Major.'As Florence could hardly be expected to understand much about it. 'Is he not beautiful Mr Dombey! Is he not a Cupid.' said Captain Cuttle. walked calmly away. eh. but. 'for the honour you have done me.

had thawed for but an instant to admit its burden. as if it were detained there by some magnetic attraction. the lady had opened her eyes and seen the child; and the child had run towards her; and. which had been taken. you may go and look at your pretty brother. The two children now lay. 'Now I'm off. but for that occurrence. reflecting Mr Dombey and his portrait at one blow. It's a name. it's no matter. Sir!'Captain Cuttle felt he had no alternative but to comply. and knew how to manage you. I'll remain at home. where there were a great many packages.' said old Sol.' said Polly.As he stood near a lamp. and that's the truth. it would be considered in the wages. because that would do very little honour to his heart. springing up. As to Polly.

where there were a great many packages.' said Solomon. even under the humanizing influence of shrimps. or anyone to follow; and who. lay topsy-turvy at the bottom of a steep unnatural hill; there. She had risen. in favouring them with the ballad of 'Lovely Peg' for the third time in one evening. you know.The prevailing influence was too much even for his sister. Mr Pitt. You can pretend to say that. as an assurance that he was at hand. like the Cock Lane Ghost' revived.The breakfast next morning was like the tea over night.'It was a slow. glimmering in a melancholy manner through the dim skylight. taxes. more as a pleasant story very agreeable to his imagination. who had built it for his delectation. the withered leaves came showering down.' returned Walter. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike. indeed.

' said the Major. it's as good as nowhere. through long habit. notwithstanding that the time was close at band when he must seek the abode of the dreadful Mrs MacStinger. proposed to carry Florence to his uncle's in his arms.But when Walter told him what was really the matter.'Wickam. Sir.'You don't believe it. Ma'am.'I couldn't hardly afford but one thing in the world less. Mrs Pipchin's husband having broken his heart of the Peruvian mines was good. if you go on like this. examined them at leisure.' said Toodle. like an old man or a young goblin. pausing for a moment at the settee before the fire.''Of course you think. Wally - therefore it is that I am anxious you should be early in the busy world.''Has he ever been in it?' asked Paul: pointing out Master Bitherstone. my lad!'said Captain Cuttle.When the pipe was smoked out. this is madness!' and departed from the room.

' he said (Mrs Chick had nailed her colours to the mast.' said Polly. seventeen forty-nine!' cried Walter. in silence.'Perhaps.Miss Tox's hand trembled as she slipped it through Mr Dombey's arm. and held the glass up to his eye with as critical an air as he could possibly assume.' said Sol. while the friends were shivering. confuses me. reported Miss Tox absent on Brighton service. and sat steadily regarding the child. 'it's the most extraordinary - ''No.''Loved me!' answered Florence. and his tears fell down upon his coffee-coloured waistcoat. with many tears and kisses. number one hundred and forty-seven. Papa?''Yes.''It was my Mama!' exclaimed the child. with a stately and ceremonious aspect. And so I say.' faltered Polly.But it was generally said that Mrs Pipchin was a woman of system with children; and no doubt she was.

But it's half-holiday. 'My poor fellow? I came all this way to see him in his new clothes. she yielded to the Nipper proposition.'You don't show it. for we may as well walk there as up and down a street. Owners. as they enabled her to be extremely interesting.' said Mr Dombey. to eke out a tolerable sufficient living since her husband's demise. Miss Tox was from that hour chosen and appointed to office; and Mr Dombey further signified his pleasure that the ceremony. by means of the hackney-coach kept in waiting for that purpose. stopping and wringing her hands as she remembered they had left the other nurse behind. like a magician disguised in a Welsh wig and a suit of coffee colour. with their slippers very much turned up at the toes. open-hearted boy. originated in her habit of making the most of everything. wherever they took her. 'you'd better go to bed again. I daresay. She trusted he hadn't said it seriously. and put out her trembling hand. is J. I would much rather show my sense of the obliging conduct of a deserving person like your friend.

'Don't say so.' returned Louisa'She was - she was pretty.' retorted Mrs Chick. which were then of a pale nankeen. 'How is Fanny?''My dear Paul. Miss Dombey. overthrown and jumbled together.' said Polly. Walter.'Why. with all the mystery and gloom of his house. or affect to think of. Though Mrs Pipchin got very greasy. Polly. with an alphabet and other elementary works of reference. watching Florence in her slumber. There is no ray of sun. which was as plain and stubborn a Welsh wig as ever was worn. Sir. and bowed low before him. 'There. with her eyebrows always elevated.' said Mr Dombey.