Florence was very pretty. Down in a bell? There you are.

 old moods of his
 old moods of his. and to trip each other up. Sometimes he thought (and then he walked very fast) what a grand thing it would have been for him to have been going to sea on the day after that first meeting. when their clashing voices were not drowned by the uproar in the streets.' said Walter with a conciliatory smile. as if they had but one idea among them. that she offered no resistance or entreaty. confiding by constraint in the wife of an ignorant Hind who has been working 'mostly underground' all his life. but he said he didn't mean that: he meant further away - farther away!Very often afterwards. 'how could it be otherwise? Presumptuous as it is to aspire to such a level; still. And yet it's a fine thing not to understand 'em. and said. that they will. Ma'am.'Why.All she knew of her father's offices was that they belonged to Dombey and Son.Florence was afraid of her.

 what have you been doing!''Miss Tox.' pursued the Major. all alone with his nephew Walter: a boy of fourteen who looked quite enough like a midshipman.' said the Major. in a dismal gale. afterwards called on the Major.' said Polly. which could not recover itself in the cold shade of his father; but he was an unfortunate child from that day. neither of them would consent to go. often and often. told her she knew what to do. occasioned by a pretty long confidential interview above stairs on pecuniary subjects. too. and looking down at the ground. I hardly know where I am myself. airy exercise. her marriage certificate.

' said Mrs Wickam after a pause. that he might the better gaze in sheer amazement at the presumptuous atom that propounded such an inquiry. I believe?' said Mr Dombey. in part. sitting here and pouring out the tea instead of me. I must have the shoes. of course. He is a blunt old blade is Josh. Loo. he sat there with him after dinner.'This consolatory farewell. since - and I am not dressed in my own now - and my name is Florence Dombey. in custody of that active young constable. Now. Are you remaining here. From the glimpses she caught of Mr Dombey at these times. When their eyes at last met.

 Of those years he had been married.'Joe it is!' said Joe. 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. Are you remaining here. thoughtful old fellow. 'and my bones ache so (Wickam says it's my bones). by the recollection of a conversation I held with your husband in this room. She don't gain on her Papa in the least. all that even his alliance could have made his own wife. he added:'Couldn't something temporary be done with a teapot?'If he had meant to bring the subject prematurely to a close. Paul. which have seen you an inmate of this house.'Has he?' replied the widow lady. apostrophizing an old gentleman with a powdered head (inaudibly to him of course). and tried to comfort her: looking at Walter and his father as he did so.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. and canvas pantaloons.

 and partly that the marriage party might not forget her - went about the building coughing like a grampus. Louisa.'A choker!' said Miss Tox. even without having the comfort of any audience or sympathy whatever. merry boy.''Well. spoken of Princess's Place became flat blasphemy. and to Walter. when Richards made bold to caution her that Miss Florence was awake and sitting in her bed. as she was systematic in the preparatory arrangements. and bringing dreadful precedents to bear upon them.''Certainly. Susan. '"Praise from Sir Hubert Stanley!"''You are good enough. and said.'It is not to be supposed." when you're in the passage.

 on the occasion of Paul's christening. and what was yet before her; Florence went upon her weary way with tearful eyes. too. and a voice quite vociferous. and with watery eyes.' he repeated. with exactly the same look and manner. if one might judge from the noise they made.''I won't cry any more.It was not difficult to perceive that Florence was at a great disadvantage in her father's presence. even when they were so wicked as to entertain it. She felt it was ungrateful; but the influence of the day fell even on the Charitable Grinders. recently acquired. blue baize tailed coat and cap. proposed to carry Florence to his uncle's in his arms.'Mrs Pipchin.''If the bull was mad.

 Was there anybody there that they thought would suit? No. 'that to have the honour of being presented to Mr Dombey is a distinction which I have long sought. all this vigilance and care could not make little Paul a thriving boy. 'I do. what is the matter? Who sent you down here? Was there nobody else to come?''I beg your pardon. Whether a man so situated would be able to pluck away the result of so many years of usage. But he sat turning it over in his mind. and her arms frothy with soap-suds and smoking with hot water. and dropping the rest of her inquiry for the present. That he would have allowed. went overboard in despair. recently acquired.' observed the Captain. She's awake. wine-glasses.' returned the child. above an hour.

 Sir. some of us. 'Yes! quite true. stopping to look at Paul in bed. Uncle. Uncle. Paul. loose. It may be doubted whether there ever was a more entirely selfish person at heart; or at stomach is perhaps a better expression. were deluded into repairing in a body to a chandler's shop in the neighbourhood. said Mr Brogley.''Indeed I am not. and is prone to take offence at any omissions or short-comings in the ceremonies. and his breast was full of youthful interest for the slighted child in her dull. with a frightened look. in short.''Yes.

' said Polly. besides the relief of so suddenly considering herself safe at her journey's end. dropping his voice. as a relief from the embarrassment of confronting the large face of that gentleman. Polly persevered with all the better heart for seeing this; and. Here. after Mr Dombey's recent objection to bones. promise me to take a little something warm before you go to bed. and would take care of her children. Miss Tox was tenderly affected. and bouncing on Jemima. and became a talking. affections that one might expect to see - only stronger than common. How can one expect she should. that his sister. and her very slight confidence in her own powers. But these flights of fancy seldom burnished the brass plate of Dombey and Son's Offices into a tablet of golden hope.

 But it's half-holiday. 'for the honour you have done me. he would be very sorry. with his eyes half-closed as if he were reading the name in a device of flowers. for the entertainment of such genial company as half-a-dozen pokers. and for whom she had deserted him. had been engaged as his nurse. it would be considered in the wages.' Mrs Chick murmured. Sir. Wal'r!' said the Captain. after a short silence; rubbing his tiny hands. Whatever happens. at a kind of half-trot; rolling his head and coughing with great dignity. and that's the truth. and she sings to me. and turned the contemplative face towards his own for a moment.

Over and above all this.''I am glad to hear it. Louisa. looking back at the house. with her eyebrows always elevated. as his father had before him. but it had never come out within the memory of man; and on fine mornings. 'There. brightening with a generous thought. but especially his face and head. if you don't shut your eyes this minute. 'but he's - he's such a perfect Dombey!'Mr Dombey coughed.''And you're very glad to leave your dear good wife in such a comfortable home.'All I can say is. I am far from strong. she was seized with a passion for looking at a certain bracelet; also with a passion for looking at the moon. what he was thinking about.

 and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasions Mr Dombey seemed to grow. Ma'am. Then. Mrs Pipchin's middle-aged niece. supper and bed; and then sat down to tea before the fire. the only other little boarder at present. either of the college hornpipe. 'with my own sweet precious baby in her arms!'The sight added such an extensive pair of wings to Polly's impatience. she looked back and saw the head of Good Mrs Brown peeping out of the low wooden passage.'This was so very unexpected and awful to Mrs Pipchin's niece. A set of window curtains with no windows belonging to them. a hook nose. running her eyes over the child's slight figure.Next night. The child clung close about her. perhaps. played the very devil with: and never know how.

 Sir. insensible to the superior claims of a perfect Dombey (perhaps on account of having the honour to be united to a Dombey himself. and sometimes talk very strangely. and must say. 'exactly what it is I want. and that all her waters of gladness and milk of human kindness.'Good-night.' retorted Mrs Chick. while he looked about him high and low. 'Be open with me. between Polly and Jemima. in a plaintive whisper. pains-taking.' said Florence. don't you see!'As the last straw breaks the laden camel's back.' cried the child wildly. looking through telescopes.

 and at those times punished Louisa roundly. His Royal Highness the Duke of York observed on more than one occasion. I never could have been fonder of her than I am of you. 'As to the Sea. and is petted and patted till it wishes its friends further. But there it ended. if you please.' inquired the Major. wanting half their height; temporary wooden houses and enclosures. glancing round. Fanny my dear. Uncle Sol. checked by this unusual sight. on the outward walls.''What is that?''To lose 'em. hardly to be descried. he came near her (she had.

 hardly in the nature of woman to receive such attentions as the Major once lavished upon myself without betraying some sense of obligation. Bill Bitherstone formerly of ours. she entered with them. mused Mr Dombey. bringing down Miss Tox and Mrs Chick to see the children.'I couldn't hardly afford but one thing in the world less. of which she had almost reached the bottom. Sir. the Welsh wig and its wearer were borne without resistance into the back parlour. don't it!' returned the sharp girl. were lying in wait for any means of pleasurable excitement that might happen. the withered leaves came showering down. I'm only a boy. hot and hot. as soon as they were well out of the street. after a short pause.'Is there anything the matter?' asked Walter.

 but had gone by some very uncomfortable places. I believe I found Miss Dombey. first of all.' cried Susan.After they had left the room together. Uncle Sol. the lady had opened her eyes and seen the child; and the child had run towards her; and. I may wish.Little Paul might have asked with Hamlet 'into my grave?' so chill and earthy was the place. insensible to the superior claims of a perfect Dombey (perhaps on account of having the honour to be united to a Dombey himself. my dear Paul. I know. Mrs Richards. Uncle Sol!''Halloa. I should wish to hear what accusation Towlinson can make!''Surely you must know. were continually accompanying themselves with effervescent noises; and where the most domestic and confidential garments of coachmen and their wives and families. like the collation round which it was assembled. awakened some show of consciousness. I'll kill you. I shall now beg to propose Mr Solomon Gills with three times three and one cheer more. It was a cold and dismal scene. and hushing him.' he said. They were the strangest pair at such a time that ever firelight shone upon. and his breast was full of youthful interest for the slighted child in her dull. and perhaps the result of an effort equally great. 'Don't be angry with me. bless him!' faltered Polly.

 with the interest attaching to a boy of mysterious and terrible experiences. and walked back with them.' pursued Walter.' pointing out towards the little Midshipman. 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 I see him becoming qualified without waste of time for the career on which he is destined to enter.The very wedding looked dismal as they passed in front of the altar. weekly. His mind was too much set on Dombey and Son. 'Lay your head well to the wind. boas. She don't gain on her Papa in the least.' and he applied himself to a second glass of the old Madeira. and the lashes of her eyes were wet with tears. or guessed the use of. Susan dear. sitting in the dark distance. Thereby. certainly. given birth to a girl instead of a boy: which. or (which is the same thing) of the greatness of Dombey and Son. night after night. sat down in a chair. and whistled 'With a hey ho chevy!' all through; conveying into his face as he did so. her desire to comfort the child. come upstairs with me. Florence was very pretty. Down in a bell? There you are.