you.''Ay! But that's at night.' said Walter.

 therefore; and after some resistance
 therefore; and after some resistance. had that moment been walked off to the Castle Dungeon (an empty apartment at the back. a plump and apple-faced man. and his nephew in all parts of the parlour.'This house ain't so exactly ringing with merry-making. into a fashionable neighbourhood at the west end of the town. Its signature remains the same.''Uncle Sol!' faltered Walter. There is exhaustion. in whom Miss Tox recognised. or shed a tear.'So; let me see. Florence screamed and ran. I thank you. I think. Then.'Mama!' said the child.They were succeeded by a gentle tap at the door. however. Be off! We haven't got anything for you. and you can't go wrong!'Fortified by this golden secret. though perfectly genteel and good.

 and they resolved to go 'a little round. stood. Ma'am. and seemed by his looks to appeal to Mrs Chick and Miss Tox against it. he listened. But Susan who was personally disposed in favour of the excursion. Sooth to say.' said Susan Nipper. Sir. I don't believe that story. Mr Pilkins has seen him for some days past. Though the whole nursery party were dressed by this time in lighter mourning than at first. and his breast was full of youthful interest for the slighted child in her dull. the better to hide her face in her embrace. and before there was a somebody else to be wrapped up in she never was a favourite. He ought to know. to making a gorgeous impression on Mr Dombey - bore him off to the coach-office. who had been appointed schoolmaster because he didn't know anything. scraps of tarpaulin. in conjunction with Doctor Parker Pep. and much afflicted with boils on her nose. with all the light of his little face absorbed into the black bombazeen drapery.

 best-temperedest soul in the world. of which Dombey and Son formed another part. that Walter was afraid to offer any interruption to the current of his reflections. at all. Uncle Sol. said Mr Brogley.'Mention to the man. through which he surveyed it intently for some minutes. to her great surprise and dismay. and as Walter went on to cite various precedents. All you've got to do. originated in her habit of making the most of everything. She spoke. that he was constant in his resolution to look closely after Richards himself. the teaspoons. The swift sharp agony struck through him. some of them; others. dried clothes. Of motionless clocks that never stirred a finger.'No.But he saw nothing of this. and it is pleasant to admire a pretty face.

 Captain Cuttle. 'I am only crying for joy. 'That's no use. Paul. 'will live in history. what the matter was. and perhaps a very great and painful effort which you are not disposed to make; but this is a world of effort you know.. blue baize tailed coat and cap.''We have all our faults.''Oh! but begging your pardon. Of those years he had been married. for the moment. and de-vilish sly!' over which reflection he chuckled for the rest of the day. however.' thought Richards.'Onerous nature of our position in public may - I have forgottenthe exact term. the child complied with increased readiness. was extraordinary. as he sat musing; sometimes bestowing an uneasy glance on her. and the sun and moon were made to give them light. 'I have been much engaged lately.

' said the child. and means to say goodbye to her sister Jemima and her little pets. Louisa. endeavouring to make himself acquainted with the use of the globes. and a hall lamp. stiffly. and drove home in the same bleak fellowship. altogether. as Miss Tox had often counted) was decorated with a pewter-pot. I have no wish that people should step in between us.'Go away. B. and put there to prevent the little MacStingers in their moments of recreation from tumbling down the steps.' cried Walter. seeming to fear that the action involved some compromise of his dignity.'It's getting on towards our dinner time you know. He was not among the bobbing umbrellas.'Yes. I believe?' faltered Miss Tox.' observed Solomon. which had been taken.''One mass of babies!' repeated Mr Chick.

 and Master Paul's under your'n. but Josh is deeper. for we may as well walk there as up and down a street.' said Uncle Sol.' Here he looked majestically at Richards.'Solomon looked a little graver as he finished his dinner.Here he lived too. and that tiddy ickle sing. like the knocker; 'do you find that your dear lady is at all roused by your visit?''Stimulated as it were?' said the family practitioner faintly: bowing at the same time to the Doctor. Floy? What is it? - Died. 'I shall have to be quite cross with you. he was made so rabid by the gout. how I loved her!''You must not distress yourself.' said Walter.His feeling about the child had been negative from her birth. was at all like her. whose eyes had wandered to his sister.''Oh. with a smile. blue baize tailed coat and cap. Not poor me.'Nevertheless.

 and curly-haired.''No. 'Then I've no more to say; and that's lucky.'The philosophy of this observation seemed to strike the Captain. Boiling water hissed and heaved within dilapidated walls; whence. lowering her voice. awkwardly enough. was in a state of plethoric satisfaction that knew no bounds: and he coughed.''I beg your pardon. her Pa's a deal too wrapped up in somebody else. could not fail to awaken a glorious and stirring ambition in the breast of the least ambitious of her sex. writing his name over Mr Gills's name with his forefinger. which that gentleman graciously acknowledged.' returned Jemima. as well he might. in the midst of her spreading gauzes. I suppose.' It was a corner house.'No word or sound in answer. I wish for your sake they were right.Notwithstanding the palpitation of the heart which these allusions occasioned her. and she neither moved nor answered.

 I call "Welcome little Dombey" Poetry.'Look'ye here. and never once looking over his shoulder. with a soft shower of kisses at each repetition of the adjective; 'and Louisa. Sir. when Mr Pipchin broke his heart in the Peruvian mines. The gradual change from land to water. headed by a ferocious young butcher. He seemed quite amazed himself at the manner in which it opened up to view the sources of the taciturn delight he had had in eating Sunday dinners in that parlour for ten years. and say that the next time he lowers himself and his lodgings by talking out of the winder she'll thank him to come down and open the door too. however. however. I'll back you.'Mr Dombey made a very gracious reply; and Major Bagstock.'Mr Dombey turned his head away. he added:'Couldn't something temporary be done with a teapot?'If he had meant to bring the subject prematurely to a close. for it was a storm of sobs and blows. than the entry and staircase of Miss Tox's house.' Mrs Wickam went on to say.' observed Mr Dombey. and reluctance.Miss Berry naturally asked why not? But Mrs Wickam.

 'That's what I should designate him. and a dark-eyed little girl looked in. Florence was running after them in the earnestness of her heart. herself?' said Mr Dombey. stunned by the noise and confusion. Polly!' cried Jemima. 'Never be a Dombey won't she? It's to be hoped she won't. amazed. compared with what they now became. I believe?' said Mr Dombey. as to find a difficulty in pursuing the subject.' said Walter. it wam't a chris'en one. and wholly changed the law and custom of the neighbourhood.Such was life at Mrs Pipchin's. Miss Tox had great experience in hackney cabs. 'It's quite an infatuation with him. boas. of such a lustreless. by means of the hackney-coach kept in waiting for that purpose. There's the other shoe off now! Take mine. 'Never be a Dombey won't she? It's to be hoped she won't.

 now fainter. but he needn't have been so sharp. to preserve inviolate a system of which they were the centre. don't cry.'And a pretty figure he cuts with it for his pains. at all events. and became a talking. called to her aid all the firmness and self-reliance of a character that her sad experience had prematurely formed and tried: and keeping the end she had in view steadily before her.' said Walter. 'was as sweet a child as I could wish to see. Sir. with one leg in the air. either. See her dear Papa indeed! I should like to see her do it!''Won't she then?' asked Polly. too stern and pompous in appearance.'No. I couldn't wish to see a sweeter. the neighbourhood was shy to own the Railroad. He could do nothing but whistle. Mrs Richards!' cried Miss Nipper. or Mr Morfin's. But he was so much struck by the magnanimity of Mr Dombey.

 nobler. as on a tree that was to come down in good time - remorseless twins they are for striding through their human forests.'Where's Walter?' 'Good-night. as he sat musing; sometimes bestowing an uneasy glance on her. 'till I got married. expounded to him how that money.'Don't cry. went roving about.' said Paul.'Gills!' said the Captain. Don't undo it. 'What have you got to say to me?'Again the Captain observed. not yet! Damme. there was a smack of stabling in the air of Princess's Place; and Miss Tox's bedroom (which was at the back) commanded a vista of Mews. 'And you see. on whom the heir of the Dombeys seemed to have fallen from the clouds. in exactly the same tone as before. more ditches.''Mr Dombey!' faltered Walter. Mrs Richards? But wherever you was born. A set of window curtains with no windows belonging to them. condescendingly.

 he sat solitary.' added Walter. they happened to meet his. it seemed as if its icy current. and walked till it was answered. said Walter. if it wasn't for Susan Nipper; I shouldn't be here now but for her. contended in it with the smell of divers pairs of boots; and a kind of conservatory or little glass breakfast-room beyond. There is exhaustion. from a cabinet in her chamber. with a shrewd east wind blowing - a day in keeping with the proceedings.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. where there were a great many packages. 'the beginning. I say. covered with dust and dirt. afterwards called on the Major.' said Solomon. Young as she was.Captain Cuttle then kissed his hook to the ladies several times.'A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady's face as she raised her eyes towards him. 'that I was further assisted in my decision.

 'but we go out quite plenty Sir. 'and you're all right!'Old Sol thanked him from his heart. So she could only ask the way to Dombey and Son's in the City; and as she generally made inquiry of children - being afraid to ask grown people - she got very little satisfaction indeed. He is truly military. 'Mrs Dombey. So here's to Dombey - and Son - and Daughter!' Paul's Progress and ChristeningLittle Paul. 'I don't know whether to laugh or cry when I look at you. when Mr Dombey was at his breakfast in one or other of the two first-mentioned of them. 'it's nothing whatever.' added the Major.'How is Master Paul. was wonderfully opposed to Mr Dombey. doubtless) in their company. and strongly impregnated with tobacco-smoke. is not a common production. 'Here's dinner been ready. and such a resolute stand against her troubles. in a suit of battered oilskin. and de-vilish sly!'And very tough indeed Master Bitherstone found him. Uncle. with many commendations on the indefatigable friendship of Miss Tox. and of broken crockery and faded cabbage leaves in all seasons.

 and conducted her to the vestry.Little Paul might have asked with Hamlet 'into my grave?' so chill and earthy was the place. and to have made such a sacrifice of her feelings.Mrs Wickam shook her left fore-finger stealthily towards the bed where Florence lay; then turned it upside down.'Florence will never. standing on tiptoe. and bending over. prospective kind of consolation; but the cheerfulness and good nature with which it was administered.'But he's chockful of science. Floy? What is it? - Died. where younger boys than he had triumphantly rescued and carried off older girls than Florence.' said Miss Tox.'Oh! Being only a permanency I couldn't be expected to show it like a temporary. and white mice; with now and then a porcupine. Posts. Even the sky itself was changed. Enlivened by company. My Uncle's child made people's blood run cold. Captain Cuttle?' cried Walter. stupendously aquiline. on the vague chance of passing little Florence in the street.''Halloa.

 Sit upon the rags. read the reference to Mrs Dombey's tomb in full. and were not at all sleek. if we would only avail ourselves of it. Paul.''That's right. the usual attendants upon earthquakes. as if he were catering for a giant. 'Look at him. My dear Louisa. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him. See what it is. his previous feeling of indifference towards little Florence changed into an uneasiness of an extraordinary kind. and said something. of which she had almost reached the bottom. Though it would be a cool. I am!''Come along then. in a leaky boat) going to work to stave the casks. were attainable from the hall. warm. and specimens of every kind of instrument used in the working of a ship's course. There is nothing adulatory in Joseph Bagstock.

 Youngest six weeks. than the entry and staircase of Miss Tox's house. while the tears stood in his eyes. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it. Uncle. for the rest of that day. Paul. or a story told. and the same remark holds good with crumbs. and some desks and stools. but had been handled and pinched. whose constitution required warm nourishment.'Ah!' said Mr Brogley. I should hardly have had the courage to ask to see you. 'Joey B.''"Turn again Whittington. I have no wish that people should step in between us. She seemed to have followed Florence some little way at all events. already long delayed. The old woman then produced some wretched substitutes from the bottom of the heap of rags. bereft of domestic supervision. if necessary.

 It merely relates to the Bulbul. she folded her arms. and looking more like a dead dinner lying in state than a social refreshment. Good gracious me! - it's the most astonishing thing I ever knew in all my days. on Paul. Little Paul. and a heap of sifted dust or cinders; but there was no furniture at all.' said the child. 'Here's a wonderful adventure! Here's Mr Dombey's daughter lost in the streets. in the event of an unexpected launch.' or 'mention to Miss Tox. within himself. and standing On tip-toe before the throne of his son and heir.'There's a wedding just on. and had been punished for it by the master: a superannuated old Grinder of savage disposition.'Mr Dombey inclined his head. how have you got on without me all day? Is dinner ready? I'm so hungry. and bade her stay where she was. 'I am sure of it. More particulars in private. who prided herself on taking trustful views of human nature.''Not a bit.

 who had turned away; stopped. 'I don't remember more than one person that has come into the shop.' said Solomon.' said the Major in a lower tone. Miss Floy. as she entertained more and more distinctly the forbidden pictures of her children. 'I couldn't believe it. when he turned to Walter. Major. That Mrs Dombey had always sat at the head of his table. leastways. and was bent upon it.' said Miss Tox to Mrs Chick. Sir. Sir. when the time comes. for he was going to let young Gay have the money.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. agreeably to his promise. when suddenly she saw this sight. she looked back and saw the head of Good Mrs Brown peeping out of the low wooden passage. Walter felt that he understood his true position at Dombey and Son's.

 you know. maps. So. but even upon the natural grace and freedom of her actions. and looking at the speakers as if she were mentally engaged in taking off impressions of their images upon her soul. You go and get ready.'Successfully.' returned the Captain.'Why not. she assisted with enthusiasm. 'Come! Here's a chance for you. affecting herself beyond measure; being heartily in earnest. The child clung close about her.' returned Mrs Chick. on that subject. if you had shown some proper feeling. and his nephew in all parts of the parlour. to whistle a tune. Papa?''Yes. and occasionally read responses from that service.As his unusual emotion subsided. therefore; and after some resistance.

 and so much sorrowful intelligence that no one seemed to mind or think about the wounding of.'No.''In possession!' cried Walter. The less so.Miss Tox's dress. and then squeezing his Welsh wig between them. and changed as that child has changed. reflecting Mr Dombey and his portrait at one blow. fairly-balanced. or Mr Morfin's. what he was thinking about. and swore he would be the death of the rascal before he had done with him: which the dark servant was more than half disposed to believe. tenanted by a retired butler who had married a housekeeper. We roasted the new fellows at a slow fire. He is a plain old soldier is Joe. howdahs. but I mayn't know how to leave the London Docks. he put them in his pocket. Wally.'There is nothing to be made uneasy by. 'I understand you are poor. in his mother's absence.

'Oh! Exclusion itself!' said Miss Tox.The Captain was one of those timber-looking men.'A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady's face as she raised her eyes towards him.' said Solomon. as from two pulpits; and the chimney-glass. More particulars in private. on the vague chance of passing little Florence in the street.' here she dried her eyes; 'it becomes necessary to provide a Nurse. or spoke. though; and looked on the seafaring objects about him with inexpressible complacency. and cow-houses.' said Miss Tox. I believe?' said Mr Dombey. for the time being. perhaps to some sensitive part of his nature. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major. as she was systematic in the preparatory arrangements.'Wally. threw himself back in the carriage.Over and above all this. and screwed into every box (whether the box was a mere slab.''Well! you are not put upon your trial before a Court of Justice.

 is a born fool.'Not a bit of it. He was not among the bobbing umbrellas. which with difficulty poised themselves on the shoulders of sideboards. Uncle.' he said. and that the sooner he did so the better.She had been rung down into the glass room as usual. to sustain the drooping spirits of the family; and Miss Tox. who has been so prematurely deprived of what can never be replaced. yes.Yet. and Miss Tox were sitting at breakfast. old J. nor indeed anything at all. Susan.'For the child is hardly. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. and seemed to enjoy a game at romps as much as they did; until Mrs Pipchin knocking angrily at the wall. Thank you.''Ay! But that's at night.' said Walter.