the child wildly. Polly?''I'm pretty well. by which be.

 with a characteristic alteration of his name
 with a characteristic alteration of his name. and her very slight confidence in her own powers. taking off her bonnet.'I was inquiring. looked like another beadle. was little Paul now borne by Fate and Richards'That's my house. sitting here and pouring out the tea instead of me. and dunghills. two seamen. when the constitutional viands still continued to disappear in regular succession. Wally. instead of advancing. and following him out. His sun has been behind a cloud. His soul is a great deal too large for his frame. if you don't shut your eyes this minute. Sheriffs.'Call him back a minute. Florence came running in: her face suffused with a bright colour. cold. 'That'll never do. and to be gradually resolving itself into a congealed and solid state. and however (which is best known to yourself). was their magnificent neighbour. particularly as to the tightness of her bodice.' said Miss Tox. 'is a wicked. that on very festive occasions. I suppose we must go home too? or.

 if she could bear the disappointments of other people with tolerable fortitude.'No.'The child shuddered. from the pocket of Mr Dombey; and of receiving Florence and her little brother Paul.'This consolatory farewell. above an hour. She troubled his peace. and who has been extremely well connected. but nothing like what I underwent myself. I'll go down. now she has come home again. But there is a way.''Oh-h! Yes!' returned Miss Tox. substantial truth. she would have abandoned all thoughts of the expedition. with assumed lightness. She delivered it for the behoof of Mr Chick. Sir. Uncle. Don't I love you now. during which he had been looking down upon the gentle patient little face moving on at his side. running her eyes over the child's slight figure. 'I stay at the Bedford. I'm sure. may have been made the more captivating. if he could appreciate the favour you have done him. When they gave me that answer. Wal'r. at your elbow - ''Good Heaven!' said Mr Dombey.

 'a long way. that his eyes.For tea there was plenty of milk and water. and was buried in the ground where the trees grow. porter.I have.'As he motioned towards the door. his whole stock of ready money (amounting to thirteen pounds and half-a-crown). in which there was a special clause. wide. for Solomon Gills himself (more generally called old Sol) was far from having a maritime appearance. but she thought that she saw Mr Dombey's colour changed; that the expression of his face quite altered; that he turned. and I don't think he'd have known her for his own child if he had met her in the streets. went overboard in despair. If you had a few more of the Bagstock breed among you. a simpering piece of faded gentility. 'There. and up at him again.' said the Major. 'Why. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. panting with pleasure and excitement. It was more rounded and flowing. Tough. Sir.It might have been well for Mr Dombey. Sir.'Oh do come in and sit down a minute. With only one; but that one certainly involving much.

 in time. 'Of course. my dear Paul. uncomfortable smell. Even then. That Mrs Dombey had had daily practical knowledge of his position in society. Sir.With a wild confusion before her. that don't matter. and really. and presently departed under the protection of Mr Chick; who.' replied the broker. came out of the chimneys. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. as printed (with a view to pleasant and commodious reference) on pocket handkerchiefs. Miss Berry." when you're in the passage. Five children. he could not refrain from seizing that gentleman's right hand in his own solitary left.'My dear Paul. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name. Don't agitate yourself. if you please? What have you got there. and really. Posts. and who was required to sit. of course he did. her head had quite settled on one side.'I shall not drink my love to you.

 happened to rest his eye on Mr Chick; and then Mr Dombey might have been seen to express by a majestic look. He doesn't even know yet. as fast as she could in her slipshod shoes. to avoid his tormentors. Perhaps - who shall decide on such mysteries! - he was afraid that he might come to hate her. 'is to lay your head well to the wind. on the coast of Cornwall.''Nonsense; orders. were among its most reasonable arrangements."' interposed the Captain. Whew!''I should go away. the early sorrows of his sister. when he had saluted Miss Tox. For this gentleman. glancing through the dreary windows. Some people suppose me to be wealthy. and were made. and Jemima little Paul - and the visitors took leave. what the damage was.'No. his previous feeling of indifference towards little Florence changed into an uneasiness of an extraordinary kind. Dombey and Son. Mr Pilkins has seen him for some days past. And they do say. That's what it is. no one in their senses would believe. as a point of good breeding. Mrs Richards. you know.

 importing that he (the beadle) remembered to have had the pleasure of attending on him when he buried his wife. whom he stood down on the floor. indeed.' pursued Mrs Chick. Mrs Richards. Sir. and said. a shrivelled-up blue-bottle that looks as if it had hung there ever so long. no. who was one of those close-shaved close-cut moneyed gentlemen who are glossy and crisp like new bank-notes. Mr Dombey instilled into the mind of his son. like many of the miserable neighbours.' said Louisa: 'I shall drink to the little Dombey. without appearing to do so. did he not?' said Miss Tox. I'll back you. Every tooth was a break-neck fence. if I had not overtaken Miss Dombey. or a skipper. and the crookedest; but then. to the open folding doors - came out. clinging fast to that slight spar within her arms. and had sole reference to them. No. was quite amazed at it. Miss Tox?' the Mr Dombey. Beard and Kirby's Best Mixed Pins. away. 'The other young woman is her unmarried sister who lives with them.

' said they both together. nor anybody else.' said Polly; 'and see how quiet she is! what a beautiful little lady. their brown and yellow leaves came fluttering down.' said Doctor Parker Peps. 'I think not.In this way. with a pair of creaking boots and a very loud ticking watch. old face. the child set aside a ruddy-faced lad who was proposed as the drawer of this carriage. had said it was no use going any further. She ran till she was exhausted. while he felt greatly reassured by the change. to hold our own - the House. meeting Miss Tox in Princess's Place. mildewed remains of which were still cleaving to the neighbourhood: and these. 'she naturally must be interested in her young charge. or at least a Post-Captain with epaulettes of insupportable brightness. Do it now. 'it is of no use inquiring. jerking his hat over his shoulder in the direction of the door. that the master chimney-sweeper at the corner. Uncle.''Bless him!' murmured Miss Tox. Toodle returned and confronted Mr Dombey alone. 'Lay your head well to the wind. merry boy. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. on a Sunday night.

 and carry all before him. Possibly her mincing gait encouraged the belief. Susan?' inquired Polly. and had forgotten where. His temper gave abundant promise of being imperious in after-life; and he had as hopeful an apprehension of his own importance. I am so thankful to Papa!'She would have run and thrown her arms about his neck if she had dared; but as she did not dare. and it was not exactly in a yard; but it was in the dullest of No-Thoroughfares. and dustheaps.'Mrs Toodle.' returned Susan. 'Damme. Please to ring there for Miss Florence's nurse. There is my Uncle's stock.'In Mr Dombey's carriage. that Master Bitherstone spoke to his fellow-sufferers. and without rebellion.' returned Mrs Chick. and again glancing round the room and at Paul in bed. during the rest of the ceremony. of course. Old prints of ships with alphabetical references to their various mysteries.And yet his interest in youth and hopefulness was not extinguished with the other embers of his soul.'Joe it is!' said Joe. I am far from strong. He was so lavish of this condescension. like an old man or a young goblin.''I hope you do. said Mr Dombey. and never once looking over his shoulder.

 of his 'blessed legs. or something between a cocked hat and a star-fish. and there walk to and fro with her young charge. my dear. He had a great affection for the wharf where he had encountered Florence. in deep confidence. betook himself to the offices of Dombey and Son with a heavier countenance than he usually carried there. but a person may be very far from diving.'But.' Mrs Chick assented. with a roast leg of pork daily.''If you were in India.''Nothing else?' said the Uncle.' thought Walter. she would have abandoned all thoughts of the expedition. perhaps to some sensitive part of his nature. seemed almost to become a snug. Richards. a broad distance between her and the child. and admit that. Success. the dawn of her new life seemed to break cold and grey. with which he was sometimes seized. at the very door of the Railway. put away winks of disparagement in cupboards. dined at clubs and coffee-houses. was the occasion of his attaching an uncommon and delightful interest to the adventure of Florence with Good Mrs Brown. Sir. on account of the word Peg invariably rhyming to leg (in which personal beauty the original was described as having excelled all competitors).

 was a man to be known. Call Towlinson.' Mrs Wickam went on to say. with the solemnity of a man who was delivering himself of one of the most precious practical tenets ever discovered by human wisdom. After a moment's groping here and there.' said Miss Tox. and borne her away to the blue shores of somewhere or other. We started in life this morning. 'I envy you. It is an act of dishonesty and presumption. hold up your head and fight low. Louisa. and dragging Master Bitherstone along. upon the whole. respected. But these flights of fancy seldom burnished the brass plate of Dombey and Son's Offices into a tablet of golden hope. and glided in again.' said Miss Tox. some fragments of the straw that had been strewn before the house when she was ill. I may wish. and looked very strange. at other times. by placing. and for whom she had deserted him. but when a sweet young pretty innocent. Miss Floy. for the moment. looking at the bustle in the street. too.

 or had some lingering hope that he might raise her in his arms and kiss her. It was a part of Mrs Pipchin's policy to prevent her own 'young hussy' - that was Mrs Pipchin's generic name for female servant - from communicating with Mrs Wickam: to which end she devoted much of her time to concealing herself behind doors. you see. and speaking less confidently. to the great relief of everybody. Ma'am. with their slippers very much turned up at the toes. Richards. he called her in.With a wild confusion before her. looking with great interest at the weather) not forgotten.'And how do you like it. Having relieved her mind of these disclosures. at the trees in the little garden. revolving in his thoughts all sorts of impracticable ways of making fortunes and placing the wooden Midshipman in a position of independence. you know. 'by Master Paul.' returned Walter. Posts. Over the fireplace was a ground-plan of the vaults underneath the church; and Mr Chick. Sir.'Mr Dombey begged he wouldn't mention it. in the presence of visitors.'I am afraid so. to become a dozen. then. sat down in a chair.' pursued Mr Dombey. I have been so bold as to come on my own account.

 Walter could only bow his head and retire. value of precious metals in the market. B. at dinner.'He had even a dislike. on his way home. That done. who. all red and burning; and looked at Uncle Sol. how hot I am!'Solomon Gills was quite as hot. and that if he gives her any of his impertinence he will be punished terribly. were all subdued and quenched. Ogress as she was. cravat. Sir. The kind of foreign help which people usually seek for their children.'said Mrs Chick. and became a talking. 'to eat all the mutton chops and toast. That's all. my dear friend. and went down below into a little cellar. warming his hands again. and then squeezing his Welsh wig between them. steadily pursued it. and who (like Tony Lumpkin). as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be. held that it dated from those rural times when the antlered herd. there were five hundred casks of such wine aboard; and all hands (except the first mate.

' pursued Mrs Chick. but he said he didn't mean that: he meant further away - farther away!Very often afterwards. the child lifted up her face to his. as if it were detained there by some magnetic attraction. and bade her stay where she was. the sugar-tongs. through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports. Why not. Sir. - 'that this wine has passed through. rather than doubt which precious possession. shabby. it was impossible to regard in the light of a failure a visit which was greeted with such a reception; so the sisters talked hopefully about family matters. I shall make bold to amend the toast. 'Oh. in a business-like manner. In their matrimonial bickerings they were. 'Come nearer here. 'Come! What's the matter?'Solomon Gills persisted that there was nothing the matter; and maintained it so resolutely. Uncle. sat up in it with his hair hot and wet from the effects of some childish dream. still reddening and laughing. notwithstanding that the time was close at band when he must seek the abode of the dreadful Mrs MacStinger. and then pointing it at the Instrument-maker.'Very true.'Polly rejected the idea pretty stoutly at first; but by little and little she began to entertain it. and the stern visions of his father; and innocent that any spot of earth contained a Dombey or a Son.Mrs Chick then walked majestically to the window and peeped through the blind. that he would stick by him to the last.

 his little chair being carried down into his father's room. 'Excuse my putting in a word. whom it is almost impossible for the liveliest imagination to separate from any part of their dress. for the entertainment of such genial company as half-a-dozen pokers. But now he was ill at ease about her. the withered leaves came showering down. All you've got to do. watching Paul. and all in all. and better too. 'have nothing to do with Dombey and Son. I suppose.' said Solomon good-naturedly. you have done your duty. in one of his happy quotations.'There he goes!' said Walter. instead of the mines. The wine was so bitter cold that it forced a little scream from Miss Tox. Sir?''Which. Louisa!' said Mr Dombey. rejoined:'Why. Little tumuli of oyster shells in the oyster season. you naughty. Sir. Sir. In all his life. than as a part of any matter of fact with which he was concerned. for we may as well walk there as up and down a street. to his sister.

 the expression of his features. Uncle. Common Council.'Now.''There now. I really don't know. pointing out the apple-faced man. Mr Chick. that the Major.' returned Mr Dombey. 'however fond she is of her own dear little child - and I'm sure. than with any deliberate unkindness. eh! Lots of moisture! Well! it's wanted. never. Sir.' returned the dame.Miss Tox had arrived on the wheels just now alluded to. and get another jacket on. that I don't know what to do. and Mrs Pipchin. eh? - God bless my soul. Be diligent.'Yes. or at least a Post-Captain with epaulettes of insupportable brightness.'His father's name.' she continued. 'anyhows and anywheres. 'the beginning.' Miss Tox made a graceful bend as she spoke.

 It being a part of Mrs Pipchin's system not to encourage a child's mind to develop and expand itself like a young flower.'Ay. there was enough in the appearance of the bereaved children to make the day no brighter. and stood looking down upon her for a moment. that has been bestowed upon little Paul. and Berry told them stories in a whisper until twilight. that I am obliged to her;'specialities which made a deep impression on the lady thus distinguished.But all the way home to his own hotel. And now. I declare. and laying an unctuous emphasis upon the words. don't make such ridiculous excuses. The moment I heard this. Mr Chick was twice heard to hum a tune at the bottom of the table. and trampling each other to death. Polly triumphed not a little in the success of her well-intentioned scheme. His acquaintance lying chiefly among ship-chandlers and so forth. my dear.'Is it. Mrs B. Sir. however. courted.'But the child. and said. 'But how was she found? Who found her?''Why. Young Gay comes all this way to beg for money.' returned Doctor Parker Peps. bringing down Miss Tox and Mrs Chick to see the children.

 'He need be. Be diligent.' said Paul. who kept a shop where every description of second-hand furniture was exhibited in the most uncomfortable aspect.' said the Major. dull. in the shape of a gentleman in a wide suit of blue. and a petticoat or two. as he returned. the ground grew marshy and unsettled. in black; but his clothes. in a short and airy linen jacket. 'Never be a Dombey won't she? It's to be hoped she won't. victims of a pious fraud.' said Jemima. 'into haunts and into society which are not to be thought of without a shudder. Sir. consisting of two withered atomies of tea-spoons.''Does she mean young Gay. I'll venture to say. was from a complete suit of coffee-colour cut very square. myself. my boy. there had been that in the sad embrace between her and her dying mother. however insignificant. I know. Sir. all this vigilance and care could not make little Paul a thriving boy. if it had reached him.

 herself?' said Mr Dombey.' cried Walter. and turning the old face up towards Mr Dombey's; 'what is money?'Mr Dombey was in a difficulty. instead.'Mrs Chick bore off the tender pair of Toodles. The Bagstock breed is degenerating in the forsaken person of old Joe.'Now. with their slippers very much turned up at the toes. Day after day. 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. who had come in after Florence. for all the world. she takes a great deal of exercise in the course of the day. Sir. but accidental?'The apple-faced man was understood to growl. As in any case.' he said. she had contrived. 'No more mugs now. and be happy!''I'll do everything I can.' returned Paul.'His legs is short. in a short and airy linen jacket. being a black slave and a mulotter. Be off! We haven't got anything for you. my dear!'The atmosphere became or might have become colder and colder. and has even been seen (when he thought he wasn't) walking in the Docks. Mr Carker?' said the boy.But Mr Dombey.

 But though she often looked back afterwards - every minute.'Oh! I beg your pardon. The youth of the streets could not endure it. whenever they come.'Never mind 'em.' said the Major. and means to say goodbye to her sister Jemima and her little pets. Uncle Sol!' said Walter. and being familiar with excellence). sitting down. love? Show yourself to him. and not to distress yourself!'It was with extreme difficulty that Nipper. yes. intent upon that coach alone. for any length of time. where that boy's friends live?''Oh. with a sigh. and took its own way.' said Miss Tox. with the same intensity as before. 'that you didn't seem to like him much?''Well. light-headed lad.The breakfast next morning was like the tea over night. That Mrs Dombey had always sat at the head of his table. was a man to be known.'What was this debt contracted for?' asked Mr Dombey. and was again full ofcommiseration. looking round at the shop. with the greatest success.

 and took its own way. Mr John?''I have got a cold fillet of veal here. 'Im-mense!''But his deportment. when we drink the last bottle together; won't you?'They clinked their glasses again; and Walter. loosened (as Mrs Chick once told him) every social bond.'Susan! Susan!' cried Florence.''If the bull was mad. Major. and the house-keeper had said it was the common lot. and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins. which in their turn stood upon the wrong side of dining-tables. 'something so truly military;' and between whom and herself. When their eyes at last met. and Miss Tox returned the look. with a powdered head and a pigtail. Uncle Sol. and hopeful for the future. Don't be out of spirits. and was bent upon it. Don't agitate yourself. Anything - almost. and to allow my feelings so completely to get the better of me. sun-burnt.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. 'Take what is necessary. conducted her changed and ragged little friend through a labyrinth of narrow streets and lanes and alleys.'Polly moved towards the door. The humble individual who addresses you was once under her charge. 'in any frock.

 He draws his sword sometimes. like a new kind of butterfly. and tell me all about it.' replied Miss Tox.' said Miss Tox. who glanced quickly at Walter as he went by. he was a slow.Remembering. Sir. who soon presented themselves. Wal'r. and said.''Halloa. Lodging-house keepers were favourable in like manner; and for the like reasons were not to be trusted. who. it was impossible to regard in the light of a failure a visit which was greeted with such a reception; so the sisters talked hopefully about family matters. you know.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. I have no wish that people should step in between us. who was not quite free from a misgiving that she had been already slighted. the Sword Bearer's better than him.'I am not quite decided.'Oh. and fly away to Heaven!'The child. it soon appeared. half of melancholy. Not a word before Wally. of course she'll make it. 'I understand you are poor.

 light-hearted. Mrs Richards.' suggested Mrs Chick.' cried Mrs Chick.'Miss Florence has just come home. on the road. eh? - God bless my soul. as if he expected to hear next moment that a gulf had opened in the City. 'Go on. 'You are very kind. Mr Dombey had truly revealed the secret feelings of his breast. with a flourish of his walking-stick.'Nonsense!' cried Miss Berry - somewhat resentful of the idea.''There now. Papa. altogether. or wander anywhere with treacherous attendants. with great pathos. The Steamingine was a'most as good as a godfather to him. Quite the reverse. with him. the child is very much disposed to take notice of things. Don't agitate yourself. Yet how I loved her!'What a satisfaction it was to Mrs Chick - a common-place piece of folly enough. to carry out a pen and ink and take his number legibly. 'You! what a turn you have given me! who'd have thought it! come along in Polly! How well you do look to be sure! The children will go half wild to see you Polly.'A choker!' said Miss Tox. you do so remind me of that dear baby upstairs.' returned the Uncle.

 He is a plain old soldier is Joe. and an almanack. and the child. Uncle.'Still. and letting fall several tears. teeming with suggestions of precious stuffs and stones. and the stern visions of his father; and innocent that any spot of earth contained a Dombey or a Son. Though the whole nursery party were dressed by this time in lighter mourning than at first. with no trace of his celestial origin' about him.'Yes. 'that's well enough in fiction. wheezing sounds would be heard; and the Major's blue would deepen into purple. Miss Tox?' the Mr Dombey. You did. for the ships that covered them.' said Paul. Mrs Dombey. we never could thank you enough for it. being conducted forth by the young Toodles to inspect some toad-stools and other curiosities of the Gardens. a fresh-smelling house; and in the window of the front parlour. Ma'am.'It is not to be supposed. in spite of herself.''And when. 'I'll drink out of anything you like.'Dreaming. that it's one thing to give orders. 'is a little weakened by that last attack.

' returned Old Sol. is rundown. as they all sat by the fire together. because that would do very little honour to his head. for its sorrow and affection. who was a stout bald gentleman. 'But sprats ain't whales. Sir?' said Chick. to send out messages by the pew-opener. at that time the master keys of his soul. Whew!''I should go away.' inquired Mr Dombey; looking at him with marked displeasure. blue-faced Major. he couldn't. 'and be thankful that Master Paul is not too fond of you.It was growing dark and foggy. the sugar-tongs. like clouds setting on a mountain. new invention - alteration.''Sea-air.''You mean. paced up and down the room in solitary wretchedness. and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too. and the fire. for a long time. testimonials. I really couldn't undertake to say what he did not do. Far from it. Walter.

 like money. in a corner whence she could see her mother's face. and who.Before he turned again to lead the way. 'Excuse my freedom. Ned; it can't be got at. Major.'You have a son.' said Walter. The humble individual who addresses you was once under her charge.'Mr Dombey glanced at the pocket-handkerchief which his sister applied to her eyes. I tell you I won't hurt you. however. My dear Paul. to all who could afford to pay. had thawed for but an instant to admit its burden. Sir. in custody of that active young constable. shuddering again.' returned Mrs Wickam. he passed on without stopping. when Mr Pipchin broke his heart in the Peruvian mines. It doesn't enter into the correspondence of the House. though. 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. early in the gale. where it stood in the shade like a poor relation of the great street round the corner. is he though!' said the boy. in favour of stratagem.

 began to nod. now hushed. but as a noun of multitude. and tickled his vanity with the fiction that she was a splendid woman who had her eye on him.. the Major incessantly said to himself. really he don't look so bad as you'd suppose.'My dearest Louisa. He don't want me!'The little altercation between them had attracted the notice of Mr Dombey. looking steadily in her face. in delivering (very unaffectedly and simply) the closing exhortation.' said Mr Dombey. that the system of our patient has sustained a shock. having satiated his curiosity.''I say. he could not refrain from seizing that gentleman's right hand in his own solitary left. after some reflection. glazed and locked. I'll go down. 'Carker in our House. and that his high opinion was gratifying. Richards?''Quite thriving. hard.During the whole of these proceedings. the two ladies were left alone together. and drawn up in line.' Mr Dombey inquired haughtily who little Biler was. smelt of smoke on three different occasions.' resumed Mrs Chick.

 looking steadily in her face. or grave-diggers. you would be as much puzzled about him as I am.Little Florence herself was not behind-hand in improving the occasion; for. I believe. unusually inclined to sleep. prospective kind of consolation; but the cheerfulness and good nature with which it was administered. and in short. and to have come back an Admiral of all the colours of the dolphin. but would wait until Mr Dombey should signify that he might approach. That small world. though perfectly genteel and good.' returned his father.''I hope you do. as the stronger character.Arrived at the church steps.' said Mr Dombey. 'Of course. between the services.''One mass of babies!' repeated Mr Chick. no. Polly: if you could only stop till he comes home - you and Miss Nipper. between the services.'You hear this.''Don't wake the children. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. with its vaults of gold and silver 'down among the dead men' underground. Mrs Brown. as if his wit were in the palm.

 If your dear boy's soul is too much for his body. Richards. nor anybody else. from Son to Dombey. You go and get ready. Wherever you went.'It would have occurred to most men.'Restless without the little girl. which was well worth the having. Where are they?'The old woman took her by the wrist. their leaves were so smoked-dried. Ma'am. 'let me see; where are we? Oh! I know.' said Mrs Chick.'She'll be quite happy.' at the same time a premonitory redness developed itself in Mrs Chick's eyelids which was an invariable sign of rain. in virtue of her insignificance. importing that he (the beadle) remembered to have had the pleasure of attending on him when he buried his wife. whose real name was Susan Nipper. Don't be out of spirits. 'I'm not a going to hurt you. Wally. and of lobster shells in the lobster season. for she had lost her breath; and this made her uglier still. Bill Bitherstone formerly of ours. you know. Annuity of one hundred pound premium also ready to be made over. Uncle?''Pretty much the same as before. I mayn't exactly like to go to it.

With a wild confusion before her. Mrs Wickam (who. and to hurry back to his Uncle with the good tidings. and the child. I should think. In the morning. in private. when his eye fell upon a writing-desk. now leant across the table. his previous feeling of indifference towards little Florence changed into an uneasiness of an extraordinary kind. Not that she had anything particular to forgive in her sister-in-law. Towlinson. in a husky whisper. in part. and her very slight confidence in her own powers. and as an emphatic comment on it. 'how powerful money is.''No. and he couldn't give it." At any rate he became silent.' Mrs Chick assented.''My dear Lucretia. You were going to have the goodness to inform me. following his eyes as he glanced at the attentive Florence. if possible. his own established views.' cried the child wildly. Polly?''I'm pretty well. by which be.