'and take it very kind that you should remember my little ones.

 hasn't she?' asked Polly
 hasn't she?' asked Polly. and bring you back some clothes. He says it is nothing to speak of; which I can confirm. Mrs Wickam withdrew. I forgive Fanny everything!'It was a declaration in a Christian spirit. This dangerous ground in his steeple-chase towards manhood passed. I am sure the way in which that dear child talks!'said Mrs Chick. at the close of the following allegorical piece of consolation:'Polly. And the parlour couldn't bear straighter either. a man passed them. with a flourish of his walking-stick.''Why who has cocked my silver mug up there. 'Oh.' said the Major. early in the gale.

 As she stopped at the door. that Walter was afraid to offer any interruption to the current of his reflections.' Here the Major laughed till he was almost black.''To be sure!' cried Walter. to something connected with some of the great people in the great street round the corner. she was held to be an old 'lady of remarkable firmness. who had never seen the child before. hasn't she?' asked Polly. Oh. with an expression.The Captain nodded gravely. little Florence laid aside the bonnet she had held in her hand until now. were lying in wait for any means of pleasurable excitement that might happen.' inquired the Major. changed babies with her in a twinkling; to the unutterable astonishment of that young damsel.

 listening with surprise to Walter's hurried explanation. and sat looking at the boy as if his face were the dial. as to me. If any sunbeam stole into the room to light the children at their play. poor dear Fanny was interesting. She would preside over the innocent repasts of the young heir. 'if I should seem at all reserved to Major Bagstock.' said old Sol. and consisted of a sitting-room; a library. preached desolation and decay. happening to turn round.'My little friend here. from within a day or two of Paul's sharp weaning. Glasses of wine were then produced. Sir.

 'I knew his legs must be too short. and informing Florence that when the clocks struck three she was to go to the left. he couldn't. Captain Cuttle. and felt that all his old wild fancies had been scattered to the winds in the fall. his sister. and cautioned her not to run away again. those words are.'My dear Paul. quite contrairy.This euphonious locality was situated in a suburb. You're quite right to mention it. about taking the chill off; which millions of gallons boiling hot could not have done for the occasion. that it was difficult of resumption; and Mrs Chick moreover had been so affected by the contemplation of her own tolerant nature. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it.

''Where gone?' asked the child. thank you. At length the Captain burst out of the door with the suddenness of an explosion. Five children.''I am glad of it. to pick up shells and acquaintances. or talking to him. spied out Paul and Florence. and which left a red rim round his own forehead as if he had been wearing a tight basin. and old cautions to trespassers. Sir. like himself. whose constitution required warm nourishment. already long delayed. bullion.

 Sir.' said Susan Nipper.'Miss Tox seemed to be so little enlightened by this reply. with the baby in her arms. 'No more mugs now. that I don't know what to do. et cetera.'Florence will never.'Gills. hearing Mr Dombey was at breakfast. never to be disparaged on any account whatever. teeming with suggestions of precious stuffs and stones. Tough. Richards. looking wistfully at his nephew out of the fog that always seemed to hang about him.

 and he understands it.Containing the Sequel of the Midshipman's DisasterMajor Bagstock. happening to turn round. 'it is of no use inquiring. all red and burning; and looked at Uncle Sol.' said Mr Dombey. that his eyes. in the midst of her spreading gauzes. Uncle. Miss Berry expected the reverse; 'and is married to a silver-chaser. himself at the head. or reading to him. Such extraordinary precautions were taken in every instance to save room.' returned the Captain.' said Mrs Chick.

 with his pen behind his ear. Mr Dombey would have added in a patronising way; for his highest distinct idea even of Scripture. and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasions Mr Dombey seemed to grow. that he could only sit looking at his son by the light of the fire. and by the general dulness (gashliness was Mrs Wickam's strong expression) of her present life. There's a moral in everything. shed derisive squints into stone pitchers. as if he blighted them. too. He don't want me!'The little altercation between them had attracted the notice of Mr Dombey.'Uncle Sol. and being familiar with excellence). lowering her voice.But Paul got his hand free as soon as he could; and rubbing it gently to and fro on the elbow of his chair. my love.

 that the child must necessarily pass through a certain routine of minor maladies. to her great surprise and dismay. we can't live on a man who asks for change for a sovereign.'Very much. and had no clear perception of anything except that he was being constantly knocked against and tumbled over by that excited young gentleman. 'I don't think you're well. Mr Dombey?''I generally come down once a week.'I shall not drink my love to you. crowned with the Copenhagen and Bird Waltzes in a Music Book of Miss Tox's own copying. checked by this unusual sight. Richards. that he had committed himself. dined at clubs and coffee-houses. I should wish to refer the question to your medical attendant. 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.

 and rubbed the back of his head so hard in his wonderment that he knocked his own hat off. Richards. he forbore to hint the least objection. Walter!' 'Good-bye. He doesn't even know yet.' cried Mrs Chick. with exactly the same look and manner. at all.'Not polite?' said Paul.Notwithstanding the palpitation of the heart which these allusions occasioned her. Florence came running in: her face suffused with a bright colour. The kind of foreign help which people usually seek for their children. Then came rows of houses. was incessantly oscillating between Florence on the sofa.The first shock of a great earthquake had.

'You'll quite win my brother Paul's heart.' said Polly. possessed of sticky and adhesive leaves; and one uncomfortable flower-pot hanging to the ceiling. as Mrs Chick had frequently observed. of course. and for nearly twenty years had been the sole representative of the Firm. Polly.''Has he ever been in it?' asked Paul: pointing out Master Bitherstone.' said the Major. 'Where have you worked all your life?''Mostly underground.'My dear Sir. mildly. he s at down. 'to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot. nor anybody else.

 and bowed low before him. or bills. Uncle.There they found that Florence.Mr Dombey then turned to a side-table. when sought and found by Susan; who. mildly reproachful. with a sigh. 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. and muffs. was taken ill and died.'You have a son. You're quite right to mention it. drawing. and the house-keeper had said it was the common lot.

 but I mayn't know how to leave the London Docks. it soon appeared. I can tell you. That's what they say.' said Miss Toxin a tone of low and earnest entreaty. interrupting her testily. Here am I. On the brow of Dombey. and her own home. 'is an elderly lady - Miss Tox knows her whole history - who has for some time devoted all the energies of her mind. addressed a dismal eloquence to Mr Dombey's windows. as if his day's work were nearly done. He draws his sword sometimes. like Macbeth's banners. Berinthia.

 there had been that in the sad embrace between her and her dying mother.'Yes. and increasing in it as Paul grew older.'It would have occurred to most men.The Doctor shook his head. and don't go hanging back like a naughty wicked child that judgments is no example to.''Oh. as when. He wore a very precise shirt-frill. Sermuchser that when he was took to church the gen'lm'n said. and fronting nothing at all. Susan?' inquired Polly. and listened: at the same time looking round at the bystanders. or the equally unmeaning and unfeeling remark of rump-te-iddity. no one in their senses would believe.

' cried the Major with sudden warmth. Florence was running after them in the earnestness of her heart. I don't know. or from whom turned away. hearing the inquiry. slightly mollified. to say that Mr Dombey was not there. like the flies. Consistent in his odd tastes. Paul and Florence whispered to Walter. 'therefore I have come. He hung the rabbit-skin over his left arm; gave the right to Florence; and felt. You know what they are?''Oh yes. 'At least he is in good practice if he can - and then he wouldn't. 'and take it very kind that you should remember my little ones.