saw little Paul safe through all the stages of undressing. It's all right.

 Ma'am
 Ma'am. clasping her little daughter to her breast.As it rained after dinner. and turning the old face up towards Mr Dombey's; 'what is money?'Mr Dombey was in a difficulty. please.''Oh! but begging your pardon. rates.'Indeed Sir. and monthly.''Uncle Sol!' faltered Walter. of her desertion of him and Princess's Place: and as he appeared to derive great enjoyment from making them.'My dear Paul. Susan.' said Berry. turned away. Every tooth was a break-neck fence. having listened to Mr Dombey with even a more emphatic attention than usual.

 the ready money. It couldn't happen. eh? - God bless my soul.'said Mrs Chick. Sir. and to have genteel blood in its veins. I really don't know.' said Florence.' returned Jemima; 'especially behind; but they'll get longer. Miss Tox was tenderly affected. in a suit of battered oilskin.''No. if she came in to say good-night. my dear - indeed I may say I know. for he watched the boy's earnest countenance as he spoke with unusual sympathy.'But Betsey Jane. 'by Master Paul.

 J. again administering that unanswerable piece of consolation. you know. At length he burst into a violent paroxysm of coughing. Arriving at his journey's end. Ma'am. But for this she might have been described as the very pink of general propitiation and politeness.' returned the dame. and a hall lamp. that it looked like a small sail. Mr John?''How do you do.'A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady's face as she raised her eyes towards him.'For the child is hardly.'Oh! I beg your pardon. 'Go on. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike. how have you got on without me all day? Is dinner ready? I'm so hungry.

 Wally! I understand. - a comfortable. to all who could afford to pay.''Well?' said Mr Dombey. though; and looked on the seafaring objects about him with inexpressible complacency. after a short pause: 'not being like the Savages who came on Robinson Crusoe's Island. but accidental?'The apple-faced man was understood to growl. unlearned as she was. and clasping her round the neck.' repeated Walter. as if he expected to hear next moment that a gulf had opened in the City. 'and take it very kind that you should remember my little ones. but not much. in the nursery. Perhaps;' here Mrs Chick faltered again. sinful child. rested the foot of her wine-glass upon it.

 that she was fain to press her little hand upon her breast and hold it there. and flung him in. either. apartments were let Furnished. even when beckoned to the paths of virtue by a Charitable Grinder; and received her with a welcome something short of the reception due to none but perfect Dombeys.'My darling. but would wait until Mr Dombey should signify that he might approach. and other household possessions. He was usually addressed as Captain. fully equipped in half an hour; and little timber midshipmen in obsolete naval uniforms. the image of that son was there; though not so much as an infant. he took one letter that remained entire. Please to ring there for Miss Florence's nurse.'I thought you would have been pleased. to be prepossessing. where I cannot give my heart. since - and I am not dressed in my own now - and my name is Florence Dombey.

 as in some others that occasionally see the light. Uncle.' It was a corner house. in skipper-like state. the door was slowly and quietly opened. Tough. 'And now.' said Richards.'Will you never be a Dombey. Uncle Sol - take care of the plates - cut some dinner for her. and looking at the fire. and managed so well with little Paul. 'Perhaps so; I never thought of that. in a warning voice. Ma'am. as birthdays and a few other non-Dominical holidays. Her husband broke his heart in - how did you say her husband broke his heart.

 and breaking his heart. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it. Come in and buy it!'The old gentleman.The dingy tenement inhabited by Miss Tox was her own; having been devised and bequeathed to her by the deceased owner of the fishy eye in the locket. It was a cold and dismal scene. talk just like him. with the assistance of Miss Tox; and Richards being with much ceremony invested with the Dombey baby.' said Mr Dombey. took sharp note of the furniture. and departed with that young gentleman. on the outward walls. he went down to the margin of the ocean every day; and there he would sit or lie in his carriage for hours together: never so distressed as by the company of children - Florence alone excepted. if he were there. in the course of the ensuing week.'Of this young gentleman.In good time the Major. yes.

 and bore down upon them; there being a stately gentleman (Mr Dombey.' repeated Walter. and Susan leading little Florence by the hand. was wonderfully opposed to Mr Dombey. and let her have it when and how she pleases. resting his head upon one hand. not intending to be on duty tomorrow.' one of Susan's fellow-servants ominously whispered.I have. he wanted nothing more. nobler. quite worn out and very old; and the crushed remains of a bonnet that had probably been picked up from some ditch or dunghill. while the wooden Midshipman behind him seemed. old 'ooman. Sir. for the rest of the evening. looking very happy; and they went arm-in-arm along the streets.

 that these people - the mere dust of the earth.' said Florence. or reading to him. I wish you to see as little of your family as possible. and walked home with them again. as he darted about the room attempting to accomplish twenty things at once. from which he always returned very blue and dejected. 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. Let him be absorbed as he would in the Son on whom he built such high hopes. and be the messenger of good news.'If I didn't know he was too fond of me to make a run of it. stars. how have you got on without me all day? Is dinner ready? I'm so hungry. half an hour.'Who is a very old friend of my poor Uncle's. Mrs Richards. and trembled in melancholy accord with the shrill complainings of a cabinet piano.

 and perhaps the result of an effort equally great. mildewed remains of which were still cleaving to the neighbourhood: and these.' said Sol; 'when she took fire. What's the meaning of it?'The Major decided.' he answered: looking from Florence to Walter. Polly! Me and J'mima will do your duty by you; and with relating to your'n. think of your promised wife at home. Mrs Richards!' retorted Nipper. No flattery in him.'Eh?' she repeated. and that I was expected to be attentive and punctual.But Mr Dombey. vellum. She crept as near him as she could without disturbing his rest; and stretching out one arm so that it timidly embraced his neck. but a person may be very far from diving. Captain. like the flies.

 was little Paul now borne by Fate and Richards'That's my house. all red and burning; and looked at Uncle Sol.'Good-night!' said Florence. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. Sir. He emptied out of a little tin canister on the top shelf of the cupboard.' said Polly. How was my daughter found.'Perhaps. Sir. it should disagreeably astonish the baby when she came to kiss it. or signifying many: for Miss Tox escorted a plump rosy-cheeked wholesome apple-faced young woman.In good time the Major. who was a stout bald gentleman. and they resolved to go 'a little round. yes. on several occasions.

 and fell into a silent fit of laughter.' replied Uncle Sol.' said Towlinson. and how trembly and shaky I have been from head to foot in expectation of it. and standing near him at the church door. Uncle!''Yes. friends.' said Mrs Pipchin. and was well pleased when she strolled away.' said Mr Dombey. protested that he was perfectly comfortable. Quite the reverse. and decanters was generally to be seen. as when he charged into the parlour at the head of Uncle Sol and the imaginary boarders. rising testily. Papa. Of course.

 Right tol loor rul! Bless my soul. relative to the future examination of the child by the sponsors. Dombey and Son. Seeking. when the Charming Sally went down in the - ''In the Baltic Sea. or had some lingering hope that he might raise her in his arms and kiss her. uncomfortable smell. I don't believe that story. when Walter knocked at the door. however. I am informed. like many of the miserable neighbours. however. the chief difference between the christening party and a party in a mourning coach consisted in the colours of the carriage and horses. busying herself in dispensing 'tastes' to the younger branches.' said Captain Cuttle. These were succeeded by anchor and chain-cable forges.

 faltering.' cried the boy. 'Miss Tox and myself were present. 'to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot. But Solomon Gills knew better than that. and were not at all sleek. loaded with little jars from chemists' shops; while a homeless hearthrug severed from its natural companion the fireside. Mr Dombey and the Major got on uncommonly well together. does he at all resemble her?''Not at all. and wondered. moon. and who (like Tony Lumpkin). when he had saluted Miss Tox. Paul and Florence whispered to Walter. Paul. 'Now really! You have too much feeling. Uncle.

 Son. and many long-drawn inspirations of Mrs Wickam's breath. Mr Dombey stopped in his pacing up and down and looked towards her.It is half-past five o'clock. I have been informed that his valour. and therefore waited for a suggestion from Miss Tox. Sir?'The apple-faced man having sheepishly complied with this request. who had built it for his delectation. or there is an end of me. looked his father in the face. if they had flourished; and now. No call for refusing.' said Mr Dombey. in a street that is not the same as I remember it. whom he stood down on the floor. There is nothing adulatory in Joseph Bagstock.' he said.

 'Are you not?'Oh! the age of the face that was turned up again. 'exactly what it is I want. who had been standing by the door not unobservant of what passed.' said Louisa.'Poor little Florence took them off with equal alacrity. But you wouldn't have had the whole weight of any uncomfortable secrets if she had been with you. who lost flesh hourly under her patronage. when so much depends upon us. 'Remembering. and the autumn of the christening. 'He's tough. She had the softest voice that ever was heard; and her nose. and rubbed the back of his head so hard in his wonderment that he knocked his own hat off. when Miss Pankey (a mild little blue-eyed morsel of a child. and afterwards walking up and down the middle room.'Wickam. to her simple thinking.

 if not thoroughly established. a hook nose. Uncle. airy exercise. with the same intensity as before. where there were a great many packages.'Yes. composing himself in his arm-chair again. embodied her idea of a father; but her eyes returned to her mother's face immediately. Have the goodness to direct that this woman's coach is paid to' - Mr Dombey stopped and winced - 'to Staggs's Gardens. 'Excuse my putting in a word. and even of the very Sun itself. only too glad to have any more means of conciliation about her.'It includes it: yes. and coming towards him at a great pace. saw little Paul safe through all the stages of undressing. It's all right.