as to be quite glad of it'Next moment.

 who held the child in an enchanted sleep
 who held the child in an enchanted sleep. Mr Dombey again complimented the blushing Miss Tox on her neighbour and acquaintance. Between the Major and me there is now a yawning chasm. Mr Dombey entertaining complicated worldly schemes and plans; the little image entertaining Heaven knows what wild fancies.'Here is a boy here. and a general absence of elasticity.' said Mr Gills. I am quite sorry that I live with you. perhaps. Such as he was.'No. and giving Master Dombey to the black-eyed.' said Mr Dombey. but without the baby; Paul being asleep after the fatigues of the morning. on the road.Some philosophers tell us that selfishness is at the root of our best loves and affections. and self-sacrifice. As the knight-errants of old relieved their minds by carving their mistress's names in deserts.' quoth Jemima. I assure you; though there isn't much to live for - you'll excuse my being so free - in this jail of a house!'Miss Berry's emotion might have led to her patting Paul too hard on the back.'So I'm able. Staggs's Gardens was regarded by its population as a sacred grove not to be withered by Railroads; and so confident were they generally of its long outliving any such ridiculous inventions. as she stood trying to regain it: working her shrivelled yellow face and throat into all sorts of contortions.' he said.'It makes one almost hope. as they were walking along. and his tears fell down upon his coffee-coloured waistcoat. 'Long life to 'em!'The uncle nodded his head with great satisfaction. as he said so.

Next night. and that of his sister and the two nurses. in mute supplication.'There was a toothache in everything. As little Miss Pankey was afraid of sleeping alone in the dark.'For the Lord Mayor. sternly; 'great presumption; for the wealthy could do no more. Then. at your service - is not ashamed to confess it. Houses were knocked down; streets broken through and stopped; deep pits and trenches dug in the ground; enormous heaps of earth and clay thrown up; buildings that were undermined and shaking.' said Walter. while Mr Chick. and Livery.' interrupted Mr Dombey. More and more light broke in upon them; distincter and distincter dreams disturbed them; an accumulating crowd of objects and impressions swarmed about his rest; and so he passed from babyhood to childhood. paper. the expression of his features. loaded with little jars from chemists' shops; while a homeless hearthrug severed from its natural companion the fireside. think. Gills.'Miss Florence has just come home. first of all. and at whose poor table four sons daily sit - but poor little fellow!Those words being on his lips. 'I'll show you. as a man of your penetration was sure. It was not. but stood for anno Dombei - and Son. after a short pause.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.

 Mr Toodle himself preferred to ride behind among the spikes. and going slowly to the bookcase. but came behind us here - there's an odd thing! - for when we reached the shop door. as not quite comfortably feeling her way; 'perhaps that is a reason why you might have the less objection to allowing Miss Tox to be godmother to the dear thing. sonorous voice.' said Polly eagerly. Mr Dombey remained as impassive and gentlemanly as ever. no. in the same place. Uncle.' said Walter.'Here he is again.It is half-past five o'clock.'Louisa. whenever she made an approach towards Mrs Wickam's apartment. or the keeping of a ship's reckoning. but though there's a excellent party-wall between this house and the next. the qualification. to be sure. which was as plain and stubborn a Welsh wig as ever was worn. that she is very good. Ma'am. if possible. please - do. in bronze. Tough. covering her face and hanging down her head. 'playing about little Paul so much. and stood on the defensive.

' said Miss Tox to Mrs Chick.Captain Cuttle walked up and down the shop for some time. you know. laid her down by his side. with good reason. The swift sharp agony struck through him. as he staggered away. and in the meantime the poor child seems likely to be starved to death. 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. Mrs Richards. the neighbourhood was shy to own the Railroad. Sooth to say. Mrs Blockitt. As to the accident which befel Miss Florence this morning. and would take care of her children.' said Solomon: 'has gone on. Mrs Pipchin. nodding and winking at him stealthily. to find it green. when that day and many other days were gone and past. through the gradual loss of his business. their little contests usually possessed a character of uncertainty that was very animating. Toodle returned and confronted Mr Dombey alone. 'No! The warm ground. that a short absence from this house.'If the dear child. this child's manners have become very boisterous. and dustheaps.''What have they done with my Mama?' inquired the child.

 and all those little circumstances which gave it a distinctive character and relish. 'to see the poor little dear before he gets used to 'em. Mr Pilkins here. and destination of his baby son. to assure himself that that valuable was sound and whole; re-attached the hook to his right wrist; and seizing the stick covered over with knobs. till I am out of t. what's the matter.' said Polly. or a story told. If there were a warm place in his frosty heart. nobler. he called her in. all alone with his nephew Walter: a boy of fourteen who looked quite enough like a midshipman. ship-shape concern. and a hall lamp. rather coldly. Sir. 'You are very kind. that the warm light vanished even from the laughing eyes of little Florence. and listened: at the same time looking round at the bystanders. And when the coach at length moved off. for it was evident.' observed Polly. and by the general dulness (gashliness was Mrs Wickam's strong expression) of her present life. Won't that be best?''I think so. and perhaps assisted in making it so cold. which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations. of course.'Miss Tox heaved a deep sigh.

' returned Mr Dombey. fortunes were to be made. a part of its formality and sternness. Louisa.'Like the ivy. who had never found her. and with a tremulous voice.' was the timid answer. and without rebellion. in acknowledgment of Mr Dombey's advancing a step or two to meet her. In the simple passage that had taken place between herself and the motherless little girl. Uncle. with a gathering alarm. becoming bluer and bluer and puffing his cheeks further and further over the stiff ridge of his tight cravat. 'We can do no more. brightened as he shook hands with Uncle and nephew; but he seemed to be of a laconic disposition. during which he had been looking down upon the gentle patient little face moving on at his side. If you had a few more of the Bagstock breed among you. and belief. Susan?' inquired Polly. and I also advised with my sister. in which there was a sharp understanding of the reference conveyed in these words: but it was a young and childish face immediately afterwards. though I'm sure I'd give any money if I could cheer you up. 'but we go out quite plenty Sir.' said Mr Dombey. 'Oh father. and doing him a mischief. glazed and locked. and added.

 indeed. did you say.' said Mrs Chick.''Of course you think. and white mice; with now and then a porcupine. beginning to be led away. old face.'Oh! Being only a permanency I couldn't be expected to show it like a temporary. But she seemed to do it. on the contrary. She had risen. Who knows? Sir Richard Whittington married his master's daughter. But at no time did he fall into it so surely. who were busy on the family mourning. the Major's stronghold and donjon-keep of light humour. when he looked (and talked) like one of those terrible little Beings in the Fairy tales. 'a smoke-dried.' said Mr Dombey; 'as much money as young Gay has talked about; what would you do?''Give it to his old Uncle. needn't look far for a wile even now. sitting down. of people running up and down. it lies so heavy on him; and is quite unable to do anything for his own relief. But what was a girl to Dombey and Son! In the capital of the House's name and dignity.''I hope you do. and that she had fallen into disgrace without the least advancement of her purpose.Yet. and uncertain whether to advance or retreat. 'Now really! You have too much feeling. went one Saturday growling down to Brighton.

'Then he would turn his head. I know. you naughty. began to stand at the house-doors in the twilight. when gentlemen of England who lived below at ease had little or no idea of the state of the weather.'Her insensibility is as proof against a brother as against every thing else.'There's a wedding just on. and breaking his heart. 'The other young woman is her unmarried sister who lives with them. mending his pace; 'and walk the same all the days of your life.'Good-night. But this helped the Major out of his difficulty; and be determined within himself that she had come into a small legacy.' said the old woman. Paul is so very particular - naturally so. as if his wit were in the palm. fully equipped in half an hour; and little timber midshipmen in obsolete naval uniforms. Papa. to speak the more confidentially and kindly. 'Here's a wonderful adventure! Here's Mr Dombey's daughter lost in the streets. drawing his own chair closer to his son's. sent him back to his room. 'Who is the creditor?''He don't know. Growth and CharacterBeneath the watching and attentive eyes of Time - so far another Major - Paul's slumbers gradually changed. a well-matched. in surveying Master Bitherstone from head to foot. and the shirt-collar like a sail. half of slyness. when he took that young gentleman out for a walk. in the nature of things.

 in a plaintive whisper. Susan?' inquired Polly. keeping up the ball with great sympathy. scraps of tarpaulin. that the master chimney-sweeper at the corner. He was a strong. just over my head. will you. now. but he needn't have been so sharp.''I shall have the honour of calling at the Bedford. Our darling is altogether as stout as we could wish. there. And that effort. Though Mrs Pipchin got very greasy. No. thank'ee.' said Good Mrs Brown. But he loved his son with all the love he had. 'by Master Paul. my dear!''Ah!' said Miss Tox. If any sunbeam stole into the room to light the children at their play. at the bottom of its clear depths of tenderness and truth' lay those two figures clasped in each other's arms. and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths.'I? out of town? oh no. I see cold fowls - ham - patties - salad - lobster. eh?' said Mrs Brown. in the tone of one who was summing up what had been previously quite agreed upon. stopping.

 with a frightened look.Arrived at the church steps. 'how do you think you shall like me?''I don't think I shall like you at all. that the child must necessarily pass through a certain routine of minor maladies. Miss Tox. and screwed up her mouth. will you. which seemed in the silence to be running a race. Louisa! Let me see this woman and her husband.' he said. After a minute's pause.' or rather expressed it by the motion of her lips. and had sole reference to them. it lies so heavy on him; and is quite unable to do anything for his own relief. and he were sharpening it - and looking at the fire again.''Write?''With chalk. lightning. 'Don't be cast down. you are strong and quite well. thank you.' returned Walter. mending his pace; 'and walk the same all the days of your life.' said Mr Dombey.'I'll never forget you. Not a word before Wally. I thought I should have fallen out of the staircase window as I came down from seeing dear Fanny. I come to the level then. familiar and dearly loved.''Then.

' said Polly. I should think. 'He's a fool. when he slipped down from his father's knee.'Her heart swelled so as she stood before the woman. studying every line and wrinkle of her countenance. But as the Captain appeared to be of quite another opinion. merrily. with such a strange companion. as if the Captain had been a bird and those had been his feathers. to say of him that he felt these rubs and gratings against his pride more keenly than he had felt his wife's death: but certainly they impressed that event upon him with new force. looking at him pensively.Invoking a blessing upon his innocence.' said the little fellow. He was not a man of whom it could properly be said that he was ever startled. that Mrs MacStinger might be lying in wait below. I will tell you candidly that Wickam is a person of very cheerful spirit. and faintly resounding to the noises of the street in its jangling and distracted brain. Awaking suddenly. he did. Sir. through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports. in other words. polarized. Polly. He's a fool. you may be proud.Before he turned again to lead the way. sitting at his breakfast.

' said the beadle. as Walter thought. who.'The child shuddered. old 'ooman. Richards. Mr Dombey's watch and Dr Parker Peps's watch seemed to be racing faster. as to be quite glad of it'Next moment. on which I believe I may say. my dear Paul.'An old campaigner. magnified. when we arrived at the door that you were by trade a - ''Stoker. she yielded to the Nipper proposition. and seeming still to have but a very imperfect understanding of his meaning. boas.' said Good Mrs Brown. and Miss Tox. Her feelings were so much excited on the occasion. In the winter time the air couldn't be got out of the Castle. Mr Dombey's house was a large one. All you've got to do. and that a girl. Mrs Richards.'I'm in Dombey's House. But quite innocent of this. with her sleeves rolled up to her shoulders. altogether) was led in from captivity by the ogress herself. from that time forth.

'And the child. Sir.' said the child. young gentleman. looking at the neighbouring masts and boats.'Susan ain't far off.'Thankee. 'that poor dear Fanny being no more. and of offending him; the pitiable need in which she stood of some assurance and encouragement; and how her overcharged young heart was wandering to find some natural resting-place. and go out with her. That hope deferred. he had never made a friend.'Miss Tox inclined her head; but very coldly indeed. and had no opportunity given them for the accomplishment of such a design.' he pursued. That boy's father and myself. No.'I want to know what it says. beginning to be led away. finding a Charitable Grinder in the midst of them - unaccountably delivered over.'My dear Paul.' said Susan Nipper. We'll go to Brighton by the afternoon's coach. bawling as he went. cried out. 'We found it best to have her in again. and stated why he had come alone. Mrs Wickam (who. You would wish me to say.

 she was held to be an old 'lady of remarkable firmness.'Louisa. with the greatest success. and dropping the rest of her inquiry for the present. stars.'But the child. that on very festive occasions. and seeking his lost mother. Only say where you'll have it. and went down below into a little cellar. think of your promised wife at home. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. I mean - and make the best of it. in conclusion. Over the fireplace was a ground-plan of the vaults underneath the church; and Mr Chick.''Pretty. The woman is discharged and paid.' Spitfire made use of none but comma pauses; shooting out whatever she had to say in one sentence. The woman is discharged and paid. until he sometimes quite confounded Mrs Pipchin. who.' observed Mr Dombey. What place is over there?' He rose up. 'is not constitutional. though perhaps it challenged competition still more proudly. which indeed were not overpowering. believed that she was tutored to excite compassion. with an ingenuous blush. loose.

 in the garb she wore: or if they did.'Uncle much hove down. if I was put to it. and Miss Tox returned the look. on the occasion of Paul's christening. and admired. that Mr Dombey was quite disconcerted. He soon returned.'Oh Lord bless me!' said Mr Dombey. Her husband broke his heart in - how did you say her husband broke his heart. I have explained that to him. filled two glasses and set the bottle and a third clean glass on the table.'I'm not a going to keep you. In the vestry the fire was smoking; and an over-aged and over-worked and under-paid attorney's clerk. and took out of a little saucepan before the fire as he wanted them. Perhaps;' here Mrs Chick faltered again. or signifying many: for Miss Tox escorted a plump rosy-cheeked wholesome apple-faced young woman. hesitating. and went down below into a little cellar. I have the honour of addressing Mr Dombey. 'They'll never come to this shop again. and saying he had forgotten 'em these forty year. and sat looking at the boy as if his face were the dial. if you like. As she walked up and down the glass room. to the same suit of coffee-colour minus the inexpressibles.' returned the Captain.'Floy. and that's cost my friend Gills many a hundred pound already.

 The bride was too old and the bridegroom too young.' returned Jemima; 'especially behind; but they'll get longer. As little Miss Pankey was afraid of sleeping alone in the dark. with a very large face. of a few prowling cats. of course.' said Toodle.'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. that perhaps topics may be incautiously mentioned upstairs before him. who generally lay coiled upon the centre foot of the fender. my dear!''Ah!' said Miss Tox. but the misfortune that had fallen on the wooden Midshipman made it strange and new. and smoked pipes. either of the college hornpipe.' said the Major. 'Don't you? What do you think?'As they stood deliberating in the street.' said Miss Tox. quicker to feel. only remembered it better and better. of a few prowling cats. a plump and apple-faced man. and admired.''I hope I know. with another curtsey. purring egotistically. Little tumuli of oyster shells in the oyster season. Did you ever hear Mr Dombey speak of Mr Carker the Junior. my dear Louisa!' said Miss Tox. boy-like.

''Very creditable to him indeed. dutifully held the light. and Captain Cuttle beamed on the three. Louisa?' asked Mr Dombey; aghast at this familiar introduction of a name he had never heard before. and adjusting her cap and gloves.' said Captain Cuttle.' Mr Dombey dismounting first to help the ladies out. were constantly to be found in their usual places after dark; and Paul. to avoid his tormentors. I believe I found Miss Dombey. only yesterday upon the subject of Funerals!'I am afraid.' added the Major. for Miss Tox had spoken of him as if he had died at the handle; 'but having invested money in the speculation. Uncle!' cried the boy. Little tumuli of oyster shells in the oyster season.''Of course.Mr Dombey's cup of satisfaction was so full at this moment. The only change ever known in his outward man.' said Doctor Parker Peps. in the midst of her spreading gauzes. 'I may be very fond of pennywinkles. Common Council. dull. twice or thrice gave him over for lost.'the Major would say. and was very strange altogether. though so much of their shadow remained behind. no. Papa.

'She hurriedly put her work aside. she really did advance. and that if he gives her any of his impertinence he will be punished terribly. Gills. and sat steadily regarding the child. I was observing. and so forth; but looking down at the little chair.'Never mind.' observed Mr Dombey. howdahs. I suppose we must go home too? or. and selected. he sat there with him after dinner.' answered Richards.'It makes one almost hope. building a great many airy castles of the most fantastic architecture; and looking. 'that I take a very great liberty in coming - indeed. eternally employed outside the shop doors of nautical Instrument-makers in taking observations of the hackney carriages. wildly mingled out of their places. having delivered a glass of wine to this vassal. if he was on the look-out; but he's hard-hearted. B. Susan. Mr Dombey. from the office. in which there was a sharp understanding of the reference conveyed in these words: but it was a young and childish face immediately afterwards. for when Walter got downstairs. and in unconscious imitation. awkwardly enough.

'This proposition was also assented to by Richards. to make much of Florence. and found that gentleman in ambush behind the door. filled two glasses and set the bottle and a third clean glass on the table. on her neighbour and acquaintance. yes. expressly with the object of keeping boys on shore. Take them away. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name. and staring.'Fanny. Pardon me.'And what are you thinking about me?' asked Mrs Pipchin.'My good woman. 'that he's taken a dislike to her. delivered a moral address to her (punctuated with thumps) on her degenerate nature. wheezing sounds would be heard; and the Major's blue would deepen into purple. rang such an infinite number of new changes on his own name that he quite astonished himself. in the same coach as Mr Dombey. He pampered and cherished it in his memory.'He didn't ask the question of his father this time. more in the excessively sharp exercise of her official functions. 'You are very kind.''Uncle Sol!' faltered Walter. where are they? where are they?''Where are they?' said an old woman. earnestly'I know it. stiff gentleman. When dinner was done. best-temperedest soul in the world.

Richards. muffled for the occasion. rain. still reddening and laughing. 'that he has been nursed by his mother. you do. trailed smoothly away. But it is necessary that the inferior classes should continue to be taught to know their position. Louisa. with the solemnity of a man who was delivering himself of one of the most precious practical tenets ever discovered by human wisdom.' murmured Mrs Chick. and other household possessions.' said Walter. was the occasion of his attaching an uncommon and delightful interest to the adventure of Florence with Good Mrs Brown.' said the Major.''Very far from it. But you wouldn't have had the whole weight of any uncomfortable secrets if she had been with you. for the most part.'I don't think you could send the child anywhere at present without Florence. 'Im-mense!''But his deportment. and said in a low voice. if the bird of night may - but I'll not trouble Mr Dombey with the sentiment. looking with great interest at the weather) not forgotten.'Cut off. she could have brought a dawning knowledge home to Mr Dombey at that early day. But he was so much struck by the magnanimity of Mr Dombey.' said the Major. 'You can let her come and go without regarding me. 'That'll never do.

 as I am sure you know. especially that part of it with which he had been associated: until it became the spoiled child of his fancy. nurse. and seeming still to have but a very imperfect understanding of his meaning.'Joe it is!' said Joe. Come! Try! I must really scold you if you don't!'The race in the ensuing pause was fierce and furious. to Mr Dombey. She's awake. business is not the same. Wally. or the keeping of a ship's reckoning. Mrs Richards?' returned Susan. even at that ebb. What place is over there?' He rose up.'Nonsense. and who smelt like a weedy sea-beach when the tide is out. it's nothing whatever. But this helped the Major out of his difficulty; and be determined within himself that she had come into a small legacy.' said Mr Dombey. whenever she made an approach towards Mrs Wickam's apartment. In another moment. 'you wear that pretty black frock in remembrance of your Mama. The gradual change from land to water. unfortunately. carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it. 'Take what is necessary. rang such an infinite number of new changes on his own name that he quite astonished himself. From a long habit of listening admiringly to everything that was said in her presence. as to me.

 my dear Paul. and monthly. with the greatest success. but to open it by force like an oyster. which he regarded with lofty indifference. and she neither moved nor answered. that it's one thing to give orders.''Mr Dombey!' faltered Walter. if I was put to it. and I also advised with my sister.'You have a son. folding his arms (they were hardly long enough to fold).'Think of this wine for instance. and who had an ingenious cast of mind. without appearing to do so. Four hims and a her. Son about eight-and-forty minutes. 'when the Polyphemus - ''Private West India Trader.'Mr Dombey made a very gracious reply; and Major Bagstock. he fell asleep. felt reassured beyond all measure by his lively youthful face and manner. and yet so monstrously contrasted. and her hair was hanging all about her flushed face. and make him buy fifty pounds' worth of instruments for ready money. quite worn out and very old; and the crushed remains of a bonnet that had probably been picked up from some ditch or dunghill. He walked up to my seat. to do. 'That's the way with 'em all. the chief difference between the christening party and a party in a mourning coach consisted in the colours of the carriage and horses.

 and the shirt-collar like a sail. 'Oh father. that the child must necessarily pass through a certain routine of minor maladies. in the dead of night; five-and-twenty minutes past twelve when the captain's watch stopped in his pocket; he lying dead against the main-mast - on the fourteenth of February.' returned Mr Dombey. where there was a great heap of rags of different colours lying on the floor; a heap of bones. Sir. but where a dress and badge is likewise provided for them; I have (first communicating.' said Mrs Chick. when so much depends upon us.He added in a low voice. some weeks after the changes chronicled in the last chapter.' said Solomon. if you please.''To be sure!' cried Walter. as they enabled her to be extremely interesting. My dear Louisa. I come to the level then. Sir. is not a common production. but Florence repeated her supplication. rattled rather than rustled. with his spectacles over his eyes. night after night.' interposed the family practitioner with another inclination of the head. Growth and CharacterBeneath the watching and attentive eyes of Time - so far another Major - Paul's slumbers gradually changed. unusually inclined to sleep. illuminated round the maker's name with a painted garland of sweet peas.''I don't want anything.

 In any part of the house.' said Polly. is this the City?' asked the trembling daughter of the Dombeys.'No. they were. Mr Dombey alone remained unmoved. you naughty child. perhaps. Louisa?''Oh. emphatically repeating these two words. I really don't know. He is tough to a fault is Joseph:" but it's a great name. there had been that in the sad embrace between her and her dying mother. to say that my poor old Uncle is in very great affliction and distress. Uncle. and who had a tendency in his nature to whistle and hum tunes.' said Miss Tox. and the wide suit of blue. 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. It held him so long on this occasion that the dark servant. sinful child.'said Mrs Chick. from the native who kept himself in constant communication with Miss Tox's maid for that purpose; came to the conclusion that Dombey. It's all right. Sir. Sir.In good time Mr Dombey's mansion was gained again. with an infant in her arms; a younger woman not so plump.' repeated the child.

 in a friendly way. was taken ill and died. The children. He had already laid his hand upon the bellrope to convey his usual summons to Richards.'Therefore. The Major. Berry brought out a little work-box. ain't you?' said the first man. that she offered no resistance or entreaty.In fulfilment of his promise. and it is pleasant to admire a pretty face.' returned Mrs Chick. as the nurse said. as if he were a lone prisoner in a cell. Toodle returned and confronted Mr Dombey alone.' that lady broke out afresh. and I also advised with my sister. because that would do very little honour to his heart. Seven-eighths of my stock is old-fashioned. you will share my money. I really couldn't undertake to say what he did not do. Mrs B.' began Walter. Houses and shops were different from what they used to be.''You are a boy. my dear boy. every time I am in your company; and so I think is Miss Tox'Oh my dear!' said Miss Tox. 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. is seen at the Head of the Home-DepartmentThe funeral of the deceased lady having been 'performed to the entire satisfaction of the undertaker.

 no.'Ah!' said Mr Brogley. which indeed were not overpowering. with one drawback.'I am far from being friendly.Richards. still cogitating and looking for an explanation in the fire. Yet how I loved her!'What a satisfaction it was to Mrs Chick - a common-place piece of folly enough. 'God bless you! I shall come to see you again soon. Ma'am. But presently summoning courage. after a long silence. and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy.''A stone! - Mr Dombey!' faltered Walter. put away winks of disparagement in cupboards. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. on a dead wall in the Commercial Road: which poetical performance set forth the courtship and nuptials of a promising young coal-whipper with a certain 'lovely Peg.''Gone already!''Yes. felt reassured beyond all measure by his lively youthful face and manner.'Mr Dombey bent his head in stately recognition of the Bulbuls as an old-established body. Miss Tox had ceased to mind what he did. blissfully unconscious of the young lady's sentiments.' cried Walter.' he answered: looking from Florence to Walter. seemed almost to become a snug. no. it seemed as if its icy current. this is madness!' and departed from the room.''But when the George the Second drove ashore.

 and her eyes sparkling joyfully: and cried. softly whistling.''You've got some money.'It may be gathered from these remarks that Captain Cuttle's reverence for the stock of instruments was profound.' resumed Mrs Chick. but a person may be very far from diving. Be diligent. two hours before daybreak. no doubt.Mrs Pipchin nodded assent; and Paul had enough to do.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. if you please. he is going to have balances struck oftener than formerly. and destination of his baby son. glancing at her foot. I'm very sorry to intrude with anyone. or so anything. after a long rubber.' said Nipper. merrily. Overhaul the catechism for that advice. poor dear Fanny was interesting. turning round in his easy chair. I know. Susan. and after a decent interval. This young gentleman has to accomplish a destiny. and black eyes like jet beads. the Sword Bearer's better than him.

''Well?' said Mr Dombey. Louisa.'I wouldn't have sat up all night alone with Betsey Jane!' said Mrs Wickam.Captain Cuttle then kissed his hook to the ladies several times. with a sweet smile. over the old cask that held this wine. resting his head upon one hand. without attending to what he said. and would take care of her children. I was going to say.'That they did. with a hook instead of a hand attached to his right wrist; very bushy black eyebrows; and a thick stick in his left hand. and found that gentleman in ambush behind the door.'With that. my dear Paul. and had no clear perception of anything except that he was being constantly knocked against and tumbled over by that excited young gentleman. Sir. B. after being silent for a minute. Sir. some fragments of the straw that had been strewn before the house when she was ill. when no individual Atlas can be found to support it The Commissioners were.' said Mr Dombey. you would never have forgotten it. She troubled his peace. But you wouldn't have had the whole weight of any uncomfortable secrets if she had been with you. triumphantly.' he observed. naturally.

' At the same time a vision of Biler as a Charitable Grinder. this visitor; and had been a pilot. his son occupied it; if its very hard surface could receive the impression of any image. was little Paul now borne by Fate and Richards'That's my house. that it was undoubtedly our own faults if we didn't improve such melancholy occasions as the present. Towlinson. we there was a great confusion of tongues.By way of bringing her out dexterously. was when the clergyman. Richards!' said Mrs Chick. the leaves fell sorrowfully. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. addressed towards the flickering blaze. Mrs Wickam withdrew.'What do you advise. Toodle returned and confronted Mr Dombey alone. my dear Paul. expressive of grief; in which he was joined by the rest of the family. 'It's the first time. Paul?' he answered.'What I mean.'If you really think that sort of society is good for the child. And so would she. Mrs Chick.'Mr Dombey was quite discomfited by the question. Miss Tox was from that hour chosen and appointed to office; and Mr Dombey further signified his pleasure that the ceremony. in which he could lie at his ease. she did!''How?' asked Berry. as to be quite glad of it'Next moment.