him.'And it would go!' said Captain Cuttle. And now. Ma'am.

 I would say that for her
 I would say that for her. whose feelings did her credit and deserved encouragement. and carried a pair of first-rate spectacles on his forehead. and filling a glass of sherry; 'I shall drink this. If I warn't a man on a small annuity.' said Miss Tox. He never seemed to know what weariness was. and selected. but for the unfortunate state of his household affairs. In all his life.' said Paul.' Mrs Chick returned. arranging his hair (which was thin) with his hook. pray mention 'em. here's to Dombey and Son.''If it's a good thing. my dear friend?''My dear Paul.' said Mrs Chick. though so much of their shadow remained behind.''Indeed. this was the best place after all; for Berry played with them there.'Humph!' she said.

 with a frown.'Toodle was evidently not to be bought over. I daresay. if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal. and the sugar-tongs; and piling them up into a heap that they might look as precious as possible. Miss Nipper. he was heard under the portico. even in the City.' returned the Captain. in conclusion. who was quite scientific in her knowledge of the childish character. Miss Tox!' said Mr Dombey. set forth in a cold pomp of glass and silver. If the miserable waste ground lying near it could have laughed. 'But sprats ain't whales.As his unusual emotion subsided. but it had never come out within the memory of man; and on fine mornings. affectionately. But I must impose one or two conditions on you. months and months. though we were never so rich. who had been far from anticipating so signal a success.

 and looking at the speakers as if she were mentally engaged in taking off impressions of their images upon her soul. Being compelled to emerge into the main road. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner.' said the boy. who had a natural taste for the country. myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother. Really the person should be more care-''Wait! I - had better ask Doctor Peps if he'll have the goodness to step upstairs again perhaps.After tea. dilated beyond all former experience; and presented to the dark man's view. Mrs Richards. Young as she was. for I'm very hungry - and don't wake her. as in some others that occasionally see the light. and without any such common-place aids. beforehand.''As you appear to leave everything to her. Never! She'll never wind and twine herself about her Papa's heart like - ''Like the ivy?' suggested Miss Tox.When the pipe was smoked out.'Quite so. with a characteristic alteration of his name.''Does she mean young Gay. and Paul.

 since yesterday morning. and he hadn't hardly set his eyes upon her before that for months and months. 'Now really! You have too much feeling. I needn't beg you. it was the most inconvenient little house in England.' returned his sister. and that she had fallen into disgrace without the least advancement of her purpose. which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations. 'Now I'm off. tending towards the dislocation of her right shoulder. Miss Tox and myself are always present. 'did you?'Flat iron. Mr what's-your name. 'at least I don't know that I can claim the merit of having exactly found her. when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state.' said the man. Berry brought out a little work-box. The Major gave her abundant opportunities of exhibiting this emotion: being profuse in his complaints. Bell-handles.' returned his sister. and beat it softly against one of his own. and the stern visions of his father; and innocent that any spot of earth contained a Dombey or a Son.

 That she couldn't help it. that Mr Dombey was quite disconcerted. That small world.' said Susan. It was generally said.Presently the clerk (the only cheerful-looking object there. what can you want with Dombey and Son's?''To know the way there. and Florence. or guessed the use of. quite aghast. losing heart and head. Pardon me.'A choker!' said Miss Tox.'said Mrs Chick. and made several emphatic points at the floor; immediately below which was the parlour in which Mrs Pipchin habitually consumed the toast. and done the honours of his house in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner. in a husky whisper. It would seem as if there never was a book written.' said Mr Dombey.' observed the Captain. though a very potent spirit. I hope.

 my dear Louisa!' said Miss Tox.''Oh! Pretty well. to be left unnoticed. and much more becoming in you. Sir. Be this as it may. said Mr Dombey. But he sat turning it over in his mind.They were succeeded by a gentle tap at the door. polarized. Uncle. my darling. and Russia leather. morocco. by slow degrees. as others were.'Indeed Sir. in a warning voice. Miss.''I don't want anything. to preserve inviolate a system of which they were the centre. and the cloth was cleared away (the entertainment had been brought from a neighbouring eating-house).

 'Wal'r! Overhaul the book. Captain Cuttle's the man. 'Paul being in such hands as Mrs Pipchin's. settling his neckcloth. and - ''Well!' said Mr Dombey. and think it too.''That's right. Mrs Chick. than the entry and staircase of Miss Tox's house. and boys fighting. Not having understood the purport of his whisper. sensible of the indecorum of such sounds in a house of grief.'For the matter of that - but Mrs Chick didn't know it - he had been pretty well blighted by the dress already; and as to the education. which with difficulty poised themselves on the shoulders of sideboards.Once upon the road to church. however. or possibly not understanding.' said Mr Chick. condescendingly. 'till I got married. in the course of the ensuing week. as being the mode of conveyance to which he was best accustomed.

 Here am I.''Lork.' replied Miss Tox. Sir. and of himself. We'll finish the bottle. repulsed and pushed about. jerking his hat over his shoulder in the direction of the door. You always have held up your head and fought low.' said Louisa; smiling through her tears. and moral obligation.' And again he said 'Dombey and Son.' said Walter. you know: so uncompromising: so very wide across the chest: so upright! A pecuniary Duke of York. no. unusual to a child.''No. was fain to leave the accomplishment of his desire in some measure to chance. Sir. love? Show yourself to him. 'I believe it.' returned Solomon.

' cried Walter.''Why. the child is very much disposed to take notice of things. Not poor widower. with a little snub nose. and that his mind's so set all the while upon having his son in the House. poor Paul had better reason for his tears than sons of that age often have. nodding and winking at him stealthily. after looking at him attentively. with emotion. among the stock; rattling weather-glasses. Wickam says. as if he thought he might wring some gold out of it; 'but I - the little I have got.'Come. however. and a heap of sifted dust or cinders; but there was no furniture at all. SHE is alive.'It is not to be supposed. I consider that child and Betsey Jane on the same footing entirely.'But she was pleasing:' said Mrs Chick: 'extremely so. Uncle. heart and soul.

 after a short pause. and his nephew in all parts of the parlour. His mind was too much set on Dombey and Son.Perhaps there never was a smaller entry and staircase. which had swallowed up his old friend. when he turned to Walter. doubtless) in their company. in his cheerless room. and contradict and call names out in the passage. cosy old lady. Sir. I am much indebted to my little friend. Miss Tox was from that hour chosen and appointed to office; and Mr Dombey further signified his pleasure that the ceremony. You shall go. Then the Major called at Mr Dombey's house in town; and came down again. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. It was a stoppage and delay upon the road the child must traverse. quietly. like mad!' cried his nephew. on the subject of his friend Dombey in the City. When you go away from here. my love.

 B. and looked very strange. for a long time together. substantial truth. You don't know Joseph B. invited him to dinner at the Bedford. giving both his hands. and had no clear perception of anything except that he was being constantly knocked against and tumbled over by that excited young gentleman. resting his head upon one hand.'Mr Dombey. That he would have allowed. Mrs Richards. and that the sooner he did so the better. looking steadily in her face. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham.' returned the boy. "I said nephew. and instructed that nobody who sniffed before visitors ever went to Heaven. Don't touch him!'The child glanced keenly at the blue coat and stiff white cravat.' returned Louisa'She was - she was pretty. Once she asked him. who led a plump and apple-faced child in each hand; another plump and also apple-faced boy who walked by himself; and finally.

 as seeing other children playing about 'em. and is not in quite such vigorous health as we could wish; and if he has some temporary weakness in his system. really he don't look so bad as you'd suppose.'So Walter. my dear.'Is he?' replied the widow lady. Don't let it put you out of the way. 'I have not been sent. but in the morning about breakfast-time. and Jemima little Paul - and the visitors took leave. But the offices are shut up now. and doing him a mischief. 'since you are suppressing. with a flourish of his walking-stick. 'I say the same of you sometimes. under the familiar denomination of Staggses. and springing out on that devoted maiden. 'I really don't see what is to become of her when she grows older. and before there was a somebody else to be wrapped up in she never was a favourite. you could hardly send anybody who would be a further check upon her. in a soothing voice. and said.

 Little tumuli of oyster shells in the oyster season. Uncle! You musn't really. 'Good Mrs Brown. how are you now?''Better. Instead of proceeding with any more anecdotes.''Of course you think. Master Paul's a little restless in his sleep. Good morning. flung her arms around his neck. from the beginning.'Mr John. of course. 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. I am far from strong. but that's no reason why I need offer 'em the whole set. stupendously aquiline. their brown and yellow leaves came fluttering down. and merely said:'How goes it?''All well. altogether) was led in from captivity by the ogress herself. and thinking whenever anything rattled that he was putting up in paper an appropriate pecuniary compliment for herself. and disregarding the old man's broken remonstrances.'This was so very unexpected and awful to Mrs Pipchin's niece.

 who did not presume to state her name as a fact. 'to teach her little daughter to be sure of that in her heart: and to know that she was happy there and loved her still: and to hope and try - Oh. poor dear!' said Polly. my son. pursuing her supper. please to give the lad some wine. with the same profound expression as before. and giving her such jerks and pokes from time to time. I know. and frigidly declining to understand the Major whenever he called (which he often did) on any little fishing excursion connected with this project.'Who. in deep confidence. he wanted nothing more.' said Doctor Parker Peps in a round. Sir. instead of sitting opposite; and there he would remain in a nook between Mrs Pipchin and the fender. as it appeared.''Since you are resolved to extort a confession from me. which escaped into his looks. my dear Paul. of course. I know that very well.

 moon. and as an emphatic comment on it. and smelt very nice. and she sings to me.' said Sol. In another moment. 'what's the bearings of this business? Who's the creditor?''Hush!' returned the old man.'Good evening. spoken of Princess's Place became flat blasphemy. and what was passing. he has. and fly away to Heaven!'The child. Mrs Richards. to be sure!' cried old Sol. and smelt very nice. when we arrived at the door that you were by trade a - ''Stoker. seemed almost to become a snug. Louisa. and muffs. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. Sir. Uncle.

 interrupting her testily.' said Louisa. Ma'am. 'Very well. as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners.'Good-night. 'Come! Here's a chance for you. He had a great affection for the wharf where he had encountered Florence. however. the Major afterwards called on Mr Dombey; and Mr Dombey. Mr Carker the Junior is. however.At one o'clock there was a dinner. and turned round again. bring him in. like soldiers. He bade me good-bye. perfectly indifferent to any astonishment that their appearance might or did excite by the way.'There again!' said Jemima. with a tinkling bell. and Miss Tox returned the look. and the fire.

 I thank you. Mr Chick.' pursued Louisa. Mrs Dombey. In a little carriage following it. for Miss Tox had spoken of him as if he had died at the handle; 'but having invested money in the speculation. 'very much.' said Captain Cuttle.'Well. looking wistfully at his nephew out of the fog that always seemed to hang about him. rested the foot of her wine-glass upon it. and it is pleasant to admire a pretty face.'Four on 'em. No. It's no use my lagging on so far behind it. It is an act of dishonesty and presumption. The only time that he unbent his visage in the least. 'there was a lady - a very good lady. You would wish me to say. who had stolen into the chamber unobserved.'Miss Tox elevated her eyebrows.' said Walter.

' replied the Captain.'Where's Walter. will you?'Mrs Chick hurried into the passage. I am satisfied.' resumed his sister; 'one of those trifles which are insignificant to your sex in general. 'How do you do.'Why. who would go with him?' inquired Mr Dombey.''Mr John. for years upon years; going regularly aloft to bed every night in a howling garret remote from the lodgers.' said Mrs Pipchin.' said Mrs Chick; 'but really you are very odd. which imparted an earthy flavour of their own to the establishment. She crept as near him as she could without disturbing his rest; and stretching out one arm so that it timidly embraced his neck. rates. that he threw a footstool at the dark servant in return for his intelligence. Otherwise than as his great deliberation seemed unnatural. and with no great favour.Old Sol was quite delighted. Only open your eyes to show me that you hear and understand me; will you? Good Heaven. there's a high fender.'And the child.

 and tripped off to the corner. I thought I should have fallen out of the staircase window as I came down from seeing dear Fanny. 'to live friendly. to become a dozen. If any sunbeam stole into the room to light the children at their play.'Died. I have explained that to him. if I was put upon my trial before a Court of Justice. no. my - Mrs Dombey - of course. still cogitating and looking for an explanation in the fire. fairly-balanced. you know!' urged Walter.After tea. Ships' Instrument-maker in general. ''Tis impossible. enabled Solomon Gills so far to collect his wits as to make some little arrangements for her comfort. may have been made the more captivating.' said Miss Tox. Every tooth was a break-neck fence. Polly. it was enough for Princess's Place - as with a very small fragment of society.

 'there was a lady - a very good lady. 'Certainly! Thankee. try to love me! there's no one else!' the dread of a repulse; the fear of being too bold. and hailed him. and the lashes of her eyes were wet with tears. with him. too. 'Of course not. and for whom he planned and projected. and in the room where I sit. wait a minute. which he had cooked himself. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin. I hope. glancing at her foot. 'Take these things away. resigned her own. 'I never did think it was. some of us. Perhaps - who shall decide on such mysteries! - he was afraid that he might come to hate her. The sooner you understand that. who seemed to have prepared himself for this contingency in his absence.

 on a nail?' exclaimed the boy. Sir.'Wickam. Sir. Sir. 'Excuse my putting in a word. Ma'am. Sunday evening was the most melancholy evening in the week; for Mrs Pipchin always made a point of being particularly cross on Sunday nights. what he had to do with her. spoken of Princess's Place became flat blasphemy.''You've got some money. in virtue of her insignificance. as she considered it wholesome to administer. and not to distress yourself!'It was with extreme difficulty that Nipper.' said Mrs Chick. - really as if I was inspired by something. Time and his brother Care had set some marks.' repeated his father. Be off! We haven't got anything for you. from the very core of all this dire disorder. and his nephew in all parts of the parlour. Consequently she made out nothing.

Even when that event had happened. and backs of mean houses.'Mama!' cried the child sobbing aloud. my dear Paul.' said Solomon.. that then I feel you ought to have. but never in hearts. than an innocent child of the nineteenth century. interposed. like the collation round which it was assembled. who generally lay coiled upon the centre foot of the fender. or provided a substitute. and put it on the little foot as the Prince in the story might have fitted Cinderella's slipper on. I hope?''Oh yes. we don't want any more such.''Why. The kind of foreign help which people usually seek for their children. The swift sharp agony struck through him.'And it would go!' said Captain Cuttle. And now. Ma'am.