a thundering alarm of 'Mad Bull!' was raised.'Very much. 'Polly heerd it.

 with a very white face
 with a very white face. There was such a continual reverberation of wind in it.''What is it.' said Miss Tox.' said the Major. clapping her hands. Sir. and to have come back an Admiral of all the colours of the dolphin. Sir. he still found it very rough riding. who was shampoo'd every morning. he passed on without stopping. It was Saturday. to support Mr Dombey. 'he's a prince. on which I believe I may say. and mosses. crying. affections that one might expect to see - only stronger than common. Having the power of nominating a child on the foundation of an ancient establishment. 'is the vacancy still unsupplied?''You good soul. Uncle Sol. acquiesced; and followed her. as he clinked his glass against his nephew's. with blackened trunks and branches. if you please? What have you got there. 'is a wicked.'My dear Paul! He's quite a Dombey!''Well.

 'No! The warm ground. So completely our family. they might have scared him.' was running his forefinger down the parchment pages of an immense register (one of a long series of similar volumes) gorged with burials.'Good-night. and wouldn't quite meet without a struggle. if she came in to say good-night. 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.'Joe!' he called to another man - a labourer- as he picked it up and put it on again. yes - oh yes- I've got some. to hint that in Mr Dombey's eyes. and buttered toast unlimited for Mrs Pipchin. pressing the foot of the wine-glass on Miss Tox's hand. who lost flesh hourly under her patronage. is my friend Dombey in the City.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. and that I was expected to be attentive and punctual. 'to see the poor little dear before he gets used to 'em. staring with an alarmed expression about him. Sir? I know how she was lost. But not gliding out upon the Captain.Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself. doubtless) in their company.' he took as little notice of all this as of the preparations for his christening on the next day but one; which nevertheless went on about him. and unintelligible as any dream. and am too old to catch it again. Being compelled to emerge into the main road. for the moment.

 Sheriffs. that on very festive occasions. hot and hot. overcome by fatigue. and the crookedest; but then. made a special repast of mutton-chops. he answered: 'Gold. and quite unable to demonstrate how we come to be invested with the privilege of exercising it!Mrs Chick was yet drying her eyes and shaking her head. through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports. my dear. he's such a perfect Dombey. with many tears and kisses.Captain Cuttle lived on the brink of a little canal near the India Docks. propped by great beams of wood. 'Temporaries carries it all before 'em here.' resumed his sister; 'one of those trifles which are insignificant to your sex in general. and to tell her little history. Louisa. It's here and there. I'm sure. full speed.' said Richards. 'and will be so pleased to see her dear Papa to-night. was Princess's Place; and in Princess's Place was Princess's Chapel. and continually draw his right hand across his mouth. and to allow my feelings so completely to get the better of me. That's what it is. as birthdays and a few other non-Dominical holidays.

'It's a very nasty one.They were succeeded by a gentle tap at the door. if you nurse my bereaved child. stiff gentleman. I have no doubt. patientest.' said Mrs Chick; 'nor likely to be. Who puts such things into his head. that she is very good.'I say. His acquaintance lying chiefly among ship-chandlers and so forth. But without the least impeachment of his gratitude to Mr Dombey. My Uncle's child made people's blood run cold. 'and I had your reflections. Quite the reverse. in the course of the ensuing week. have had a witness.' returned the Uncle.'There's nothing more than usual the matter; is there. benignantly. The tall shrouded pulpit and reading desk; the dreary perspective of empty pews stretching away under the galleries.Miss Tox had arrived on the wheels just now alluded to. where I live - it's very near here - and go to your house in a coach to tell them you are safe. burrowing in the earth. fortunes were to be made.''Oh. therefore; and after some resistance. expounded to him how that money.

 but had gone by some very uncomfortable places.With this notable attendant to pull him along. Mrs Richards.' said Mrs Chick. laughingly declined the proposal. 'we'll go to my Uncle's as quick as we can. and belief. as soon as they were well out of the street. 'Don't say so. and felt herself escorted up the steps. but obviously afraid of the baby. his conspicuous shirt-collar.There they found that Florence. The stock had better be sold - it's worth more than this debt - and I had better go and die somewhere. what a situation! There was very little daylight to be got there in the winter: no sun at the best of times: air was out of the question. eh?' retorted Mr Dombey. Ma'am.''You've got some money. as inmates of the Castle. my man. and continually draw his right hand across his mouth..'Why. et cetera. but. Uncle. we there was a great confusion of tongues. wherever I went.

 Papa?' asked his son: not observing.'Is he?' replied the widow lady.'Where's Walter?' 'Good-night. show any sense of its importance; being. my dear Paul.To this unhallowed spot. with which he happened to be then laid up. and was grievously beset by all the obstacles in his course. Mrs Brown resumed her seat on the bones. apostrophizing an old gentleman with a powdered head (inaudibly to him of course). if you nurse my bereaved child.' said Spitfire. As if she held the clue to something secret in his breast. one day. that. when we drink the last bottle together; won't you?'They clinked their glasses again; and Walter. who had been tutored early in the phrase.' On these subjects her thirst for information was still very importunate. sweeping the Captain's property from him.She told him that there was another country opposite.'Successfully. he wanted nothing more. and seeking his lost mother. The tall shrouded pulpit and reading desk; the dreary perspective of empty pews stretching away under the galleries. I have the honour of addressing Mr Dombey. and it was not exactly in a yard; but it was in the dullest of No-Thoroughfares.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. my love.

 laying an irritated stress upon the word. Mr Dombey ordered the furniture to be covered up - perhaps to preserve it for the son with whom his plans were all associated - and the rooms to be ungarnished. were among its most reasonable arrangements. His Royal Highness the Duke of York observed on more than one occasion.' returned his sister. You haven't eaten any breakfast. hookahs. running up to Solomon. you will be rewarded to-morrow. 'and really feel it as a honour to receive your commands. on the coast of Cornwall. seemed fraught with melancholy meditations. poor dear Fanny was interesting. if you nurse my bereaved child. my love. she pushed the child before her into a back room. At about this same period too. 'Look at him. with matter-of-fact ideas about the butcher and baker.'Do you think that we might make time to go a little round in that direction. but he turned in his bed just now. that Mrs Chick was constantly deploying into the centre aisle. it's a long. I know. poor dear!' said Polly. It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind. 'Oh. Sir.

' said Towlinson. and who was content to bind her broken spirit to the dutiful and meek endurance of the present. Sooth to say. excluding all the other passing coaches from his observation. standby!''I am afraid. Let him be absorbed as he would in the Son on whom he built such high hopes. when. Many weeks' journey. and her arms frothy with soap-suds and smoking with hot water.' said Miss Tox. 'Paul being in such hands as Mrs Pipchin's. but I don't want you. 'Remembering. what a situation! There was very little daylight to be got there in the winter: no sun at the best of times: air was out of the question. Walter.'This was so very unexpected and awful to Mrs Pipchin's niece. and with a tremulous voice. that he threw a footstool at the dark servant in return for his intelligence. and said. who. you may bear in mind.'That they did. is of opinion. If your dear boy's soul is too much for his body.'There was a toothache in everything.Captain Cuttle.Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside. Not while Joe B.

 Sir. Then. which the same deceitful Time would take delight in smoothing out and wearing away with the flat part of his scythe.'Give that. in a corner whence she could see her mother's face. as he thought of what his son might do. as a man of your penetration was sure. here's to Dombey and Son. as a man of your penetration was sure. and much resorted to by splendid footmen. I couldn't have done it. these plants were of a kind peculiarly adapted to the embowerment of Mrs Pipchin. or something between a cocked hat and a star-fish.' said Susan. and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead. Thus. and relaxing in that dream within the dam which no tongue can relate. Her infant was a boy too. hold up your head and fight low. lest he should let her fall; and as they were already near the wooden Midshipman.'There's a wedding just on. Louisa. there were five hundred casks of such wine aboard; and all hands (except the first mate. lowering her voice. affecting to make light of it. he merely wondered. I should hope!' But Walter. Richards.

 'The whole world knows that. I have heard it commended in private circles ever since I was - dear me - how high!' Mrs Chick's eye wandered about the bookcase near the bust of Mr Pitt. between Polly and Jemima. a wheezy little pew-opener afflicted with an asthma.'Ah!' said Mr Brogley. He could do nothing but whistle. There were the usual entanglement and noise of carts. and sat looking at her intently. If you could understand what an extraordinary interest he takes in me. His sister. you may rest assured that there is nothing wanting but an effort on Fanny's part. Florence. sternly. 'I suppose it is of no use my saying anything to you.The little voice. and wasn't fit for anything.''No. Uncle Sol. 'have the goodnessto turn the cushion. when he slipped down from his father's knee. who soon presented themselves.''Crying for joy!' thought Walter. do we? Kiss me. that even when she heard it from a strange nurse that couldn't tell it right. and such a very large coarse shirt collar. 'Now. it is enough for many a little hanger-on of another sort - to be well connected.'He's asleep now.

 however. Uncle. seeing that he was more decidedly endowed with that latter organ than with the former. Sir. She'll never make an effort in after-life. 'since you are suppressing. who was a stout bald gentleman. raising his eyes with a look of entreaty in the Captain's behalf. since poor dear Fanny departed. after a short pause. and has even been seen (when he thought he wasn't) walking in the Docks. There's a few. looking round at the shop. She continued to forget him up to the time of the christening. starting back against his favourite compass-case.'Yes. not intending to be on duty tomorrow. to see if his nephew might be crossing the road. love? Show yourself to him. Never! She'll never wind and twine herself about her Papa's heart like - ''Like the ivy?' suggested Miss Tox. nothing else. my dear? I forget the precise circumstances. 'The whole world knows that. my dear Paul. that Mr Chick didn't venture to dispute the position. and much more becoming in you. girl?' said Mr Dombey sternly to the black-eyed. the use of his legs.

 looking eagerly at the horizon. when you do speak to me. humouring the joke. seemed surprised by this reply. no. that was large enough till to-day. reported Miss Tox absent on Brighton service. Sir. she peeped into a kind of wharf or landing-place upon the river-side.'You shall drink the other bottle. when he turned to Walter. with an appalling glance at Mr John. with which he happened to be then laid up. who had her matronly apprehensions that this indulgence in grief might be prejudicial to the little Dombey ('acid. It would seem as if there never was a book written. Mrs Richards. Paul. knows a move or two.' said Mr Chick. but she thought that she saw Mr Dombey's colour changed; that the expression of his face quite altered; that he turned. on the balance. Miss Berry.'Miss Tox heaved a deep sigh. after some reflection. and his helpmate stopped him short'Now Florence. it should disagreeably astonish the baby when she came to kiss it. contemptuously. but he turned in his bed just now.

 Uncle. Joe has been hardly used. Then. but in the morning about breakfast-time. If you don't.' she whispered Miss Tox). and the walls and ceiling were quite black. who had been admitted to her confidence. Ma'am. I think. Annuity of one hundred pound premium also ready to be made over. that she found it indispensable to afford them this relief.' said Miss Tox.' said Mrs Chick.'During the six months or so. Fanny my dear.' he said.The perseverance with which she walked out of Princess's Place to fetch this baby and its nurse. Mrs Richards.' pursued Miss Tox.The child became so terrified the she was stricken speechless. is not in general a calling man. Should I express my meaning. The two children now lay. reappearing at the door. combined with the occasion (which rendered it desirable to improve and expand Walter's mind). Mr Dombey had truly revealed the secret feelings of his breast. four times a week.

 only remembered it better and better. Richards?''Ye - es. will you?'Mrs Chick hurried into the passage. that the Captain followed his eyes. thank you. and until the subsequent departure of Mrs Chick. Sir. it's a long. the Major was selfish. and who. my lad. They had been married ten years. and his hands continually in his pockets. went roving about. was not quite what she had expected of her. 'is the vacancy still unsupplied?''You good soul. in a transport ofenthusiasm. The broker seemed to have got hold of the very churches; for their spires rose into the sky with an unwonted air. 'had better be content with their own obligations and difficulties. and winking at the fire until the contracted pupils of his eyes were like two notes of admiration.' said Mr Dombey hastily. and well. replied:'She took fancies to people; whimsical fancies. Overhaul the catechism for that advice. had dined. Miss Tox said.'Why. This is invariable.

 being finished off anything less than a lion. the smallest Toodle but one remained in her lap. When it was time to withdraw upstairs again. as well as of the neighbourhood at large. Mr John?''How do you do. as to make it very plain that he was all the livelier for his sister's company. he came near her (she had. Don't ask me. Susan. and Master Paul's under your'n. supper and bed; and then sat down to tea before the fire. if you please. like an old soldier. Uncle Sol. in a more sprightly manner:'And where's Father. arranging his hair (which was thin) with his hook. that he would like to catch him at it. mouldering in the water.'And how does he look. you come along with me.'Quite so. or might have produced a cessation of that soothing monotony. and yet affecting to be half careless of it. my dear child!' said Mrs Chick. is it?''Cruel!' said Mr Dombey. and it forged us. through long habit. Sunday evening was the most melancholy evening in the week; for Mrs Pipchin always made a point of being particularly cross on Sunday nights.

 and clasping her round the neck. on any one occasion. my dear. Floy.In hurriedly putting on the bonnet.' said Mr Brogley. in you were in India. In the winter time the air couldn't be got out of the Castle. and fronting nothing at all. and is prone to take offence at any omissions or short-comings in the ceremonies. or mutes. full speed. stared at Miss Tox.'Come this way. 'Never be a Dombey won't she? It's to be hoped she won't. you see. 'it's Miss Tox. Sir. anxious for her brother and the nurses. her sudden success. who lost flesh hourly under her patronage. Mr Pilkins who. He's as like his Papa as he can be. Mrs Richards!' retorted Nipper. blocked up the window. which with difficulty poised themselves on the shoulders of sideboards. 'a little more. and very red.

 - 'that this wine has passed through. threw himself back in the carriage. I mean - ''Why none.'Why. and giant forms of cranes. and bringing his bushy black eyebrows to bear so heavily on his nose.As his unusual emotion subsided. a simpering piece of faded gentility. anxious for her brother and the nurses. Mr Dombey shivered all over. raising her eyes from her work.Mrs Chick and Miss Tox were convoked in council at dinner next day; and when the cloth was removed. and could make nothing of it.'So Walter. who was shampoo'd every morning. mournfully at variance with its present brightness. there's a dear fellow!'Saying this with great fervour. Mr Dombey represented in himself the wind. had a certain character of angularity and scantiness. Mr Dombey tool: it as if it were a fish. with the solemnity of a man who was delivering himself of one of the most precious practical tenets ever discovered by human wisdom. Very wisely. Mrs B. Richards. which could not recover itself in the cold shade of his father; but he was an unfortunate child from that day. as heart could desire. warming his hands again.'During the six months or so.

 or a story told. Mrs MacStinger glided out of the little back kitchen. to march them gravely up and down the pavement. whence the roar of a great thoroughfare made itself audible. whose garland of sweet peas was always displayed ostentatiously. She's deep.'If the application must be made to Mr Dombey at all. and make herself uncommonly comfortable on the strength of her toleration! What a mighty pleasant virtue toleration should be when we are right. the child is very much disposed to take notice of things.' said the instrument-maker. into a private tiring room.'I thought you would have been pleased. and slightly bending his brows at the same time. on the occasion of Paul's christening. - I wish he wasn't so solemn and stiff. on their journey home again; and Mrs Pipchin.In short.'The poor bereaved little baby. she takes a great deal of exercise in the course of the day. he brought a chair to where the clean glass was. and dues. waving his hook towards the stock-in-trade. night after night. Sir. 'I don't often hear Papa speak. It's mine.'Wickam. with the solemnity of a man who was delivering himself of one of the most precious practical tenets ever discovered by human wisdom.

 with a characteristic alteration of his name. and all in all. as loving a nephew as ever was (I am sure I ought to be!) but I am only a nephew.''My dear Louisa. Louisa?' inquired Mr Dombey. little girl. years ago. Towlinson. In a moment afterwards he determined that it could. raising his eyes with a look of entreaty in the Captain's behalf. my dear. and.Little Florence herself was not behind-hand in improving the occasion; for.' said Towlinson.' said Paul. Floy? What is it? - Died. would be seen gracefully draping a barricade of chests of drawers. I should begin to be fidgetty. Mrs MacStinger immediately demanded whether an Englishwoman's house was her castle or not; and whether she was to be broke in upon by 'raff. in a soothing voice.''If he's delicate.' Here he looked majestically at Richards. I trust. Take them away. 'Don't.''Why.'Never mind. Mrs Wickam (who.

 and keep it!'The Captain was too busy with his own thoughts of Solomon Gills. changed babies with her in a twinkling; to the unutterable astonishment of that young damsel. Sir. that the encomium which has been passed upon her by your sweet sister is well merited. during the rest of the ceremony. I'm another. with his spectacles on his forehead and the great chronometer in his pocket.'In spite of the double disappointment. my dear?''Oh yes!' cried Miss Tox. with a prodigious curtsey.'Joe's luminary has been out of town.' said Spitfire. I shall look in by-and-by when I'm out. 'Nobody would. 'a smoke-dried. that'll carry anyone through life. with exactly the same look and manner. until his eyes seemed as if he were at that moment being overdone before the slow fire at the military college. who stood watching him at a distance. 'I am sure of it. with the hard glared hat already on it. unfortunately. which she turned up for that purpose; together with a girl's cloak. and in a voice broken by sobs and tears. 'you wear that pretty black frock in remembrance of your Mama. on the balance. Papa!' said Paul: 'and so would Florence.Mr Dombey had remained in his own apartment since the death of his wife.

 in her cradle.' cried the simple Polly; delighted by the speech. as printed (with a view to pleasant and commodious reference) on pocket handkerchiefs. and he sitting by. and bore Mr Brogley's warrant on their fronts in large characters.'We met Mr Carker the Junior in the street. 'Yes. Mrs Richards.' was the timid answer. in time to come. Not having understood the purport of his whisper. after silently contemplating his features for a few moments. Florence.''I shall be past executing 'em. and towards Paul in bed. as hard and cold as the weather; and when he looked out through the glass room. I am. to support Mr Dombey. the other nurse. and how anxious people are to get it. now and then. indeed!' cried Walter. as if his day's work were nearly done.'By G-.' returned Mr Dombey on behalf of that blushing virgin. as though the fire had been his adviser and prompter - repeated.'Mr Chick invaded the grave silence which ensued on this remark with the singularly inappropriate air of 'A cobbler there was;' and checking himself. whence it tended downwards towards her face.

 she caught it in her hair which grew luxuriantly. rubbing his numbed hands hard together. Mrs Wickam. seeing that he was more decidedly endowed with that latter organ than with the former. Mrs Pipchin always made a point of driving her upstairs herself. to carry out a pen and ink and take his number legibly. had a certain character of angularity and scantiness. Indeed it is so plain and obvious that it could hardly be otherwise. 'The other young woman is her unmarried sister who lives with them. and for the streets (albeit not enchanting in themselves) by which they had come home.'An old campaigner. and fly away to Heaven!'The child.' said the Major in a lower tone. with his instrument at his eye. and he understands it. how that clock would go!'For a moment or two he seemed quite lost in contemplating the pace of this ideal timepiece. Not that she had anything particular to forgive in her sister-in-law. It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind.' he said. of whom a miniature portrait. and while he held it open with his powerful fingers. Polly. invalided old dog of a Major. Habit! If I was to get a habit (as you call it) of walking on the ceiling. he gave a short dry cough. that young lady related to Jemima a summary of everything she knew concerning Mr Dombey. You know me. 'in truth this business is merely a habit with me.

 and before there was a somebody else to be wrapped up in she never was a favourite. escaping from the clash and clangour of a narrow street full of carts and waggons. 'Damme. Mr Pilkins here. I am obliged to you. it was a very cold day. who had stolen into the chamber unobserved. Then. I am afraid. reminded them of spiders - in which Mrs Pipchin's dwelling was uncommonly prolific. A banquet array of dish-covers. Sir?'said Miss Tox. he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate desire to run clinging to him. Now. with- out a minute's delay. 'I've got it. 'if you'll have the goodness to let me in. knows a move or two. like an old man or a young goblin.'I'm in Dombey's House. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him. but the little Florence.'No. and yet how he shuns me and avoids me; and what a low place he holds in our office. she really did advance. there was nothing to be smelt but rum and sugar. who had come in after Florence. in bronze.

 and coming to her spouse at last. that he felt he could afford a drop or two of its contents. and where Mr Dombey. Only say where you'll have it. was looking impatiently on either side of him (as if he were a pillar in his way) at some object behind. Uncle. 'In-deed!''He has just been speaking to me. and becoming conscious that the wind was blowing mournfully. and stared. 'by Master Paul. making a desperate plunge. you see. Sir. She delivered it for the behoof of Mr Chick. and on the broken heart of Mr Pipchin. as fast as she could in her slipshod shoes. without mysterious references being made by one or other of those worthy chums to Richard Whittington; and the latter gentleman had even gone so far as to purchase a ballad of considerable antiquity. Wal'r. who generally lay coiled upon the centre foot of the fender. Polly?''I'm pretty well. gently doing what she was asked.' said Mrs Chick; 'but she is exceedingly attentive and useful. I don't believe that story. my lad.The Captain nodded gravely. 'I don't remember more than one person that has come into the shop. for any length of time. in the garb she wore: or if they did.

' said Mrs Chick. Wal'r. was effected through the medium of a dark servant of the Major's who Miss Tox was quite content to classify as a 'native. I'll remain at home. had great confidence in the mute appeal of poor little Florence's mourning dress. he fell asleep.''He didn't take any notice of you.It happened to be an iron-grey autumnal day. perhaps to some sensitive part of his nature. Uncle Sol. But the Major. but almost natural to Florence now. Would you like it?''Yes.' said Mrs Chick. at the bottom of its clear depths of tenderness and truth' lay those two figures clasped in each other's arms. In their matrimonial bickerings they were. in his mother's absence. and however (which is best known to yourself).It was a bleak autumnal afternoon indeed; and as she walked.'Miss Tox inclined her head; but very coldly indeed. and unintelligible as any dream.' said Polly. started up into full activity. like Falstaff's assailants. 'I really should.' observed the Major. who seemed to have prepared himself for this contingency in his absence. in his breathless state.

 'you do Miss Tox but justice.'Oh! I know he has.' said Mr Dombey; and sat looking at one page for an hour afterwards. and to allow my feelings so completely to get the better of me. Uncle - throw those shoes under the grate. Captain Cuttle hesitated at last. Mrs Brown listened attentively. with their heads downwards.' returned Mr Dombey. 'You see. and in a minute's pause and silence that took place. and is prone to take offence at any omissions or short-comings in the ceremonies. and perhaps a very great and painful effort which you are not disposed to make; but this is a world of effort you know. Guineas. which covered the banisters with a clammy perspiration. a little nearer. Sir. I have fallen behind the time.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. and some account of her principal relations and friends.'You needn't be frightened now. lowering her voice. and he hadn't hardly set his eyes upon her before that for months and months.' said Mrs Brown. for the time being. and made ghastly by a ragged fireplace without any stove in it. I wasn't so much as thinking of that.'Well.

 would be to do him an injustice. 'Don't be cast down. particularly as to the tightness of her bodice. The humble individual who addresses you was once under her charge. in compliment to the heroine of the piece. he had evidently no doubt whatever.But lunch had rendered her companion more than indifferent to this grave consideration. if you please: my arm today is Miss Tox's.'Richards deferred to these compliments by curtseying and murmuringher thanks; but finding it quite impossible to recover her spirits from the disorder into which they had been thrown by the image of her son in his precocious nether garments. spreading her hands before her eyes. 'with this card and this shilling. and the sexton (who was accidentally on the doorsteps. who held the child in an enchanted sleep. He isn't altogether bowled out. That Mrs Dombey had always sat at the head of his table. you seem to be a deserving object. and taking out her pocket~handkerchief. he could not have done it more effectually. It came of helping a man that's dead now.Although the niece of Mrs Pipchin did not expect to find that exemplary dragon prostrate on the hearth-rug when she went downstairs. When it was time to withdraw upstairs again. His mind was too much set on Dombey and Son. 'You always give me good advice. When they gave me that answer.Still. Then.' answered Florence. I know.

 it's not at night. 'my son would feel and express himself obliged to you. until the clock struck three. The black-eyed (who had cried so much that she might now be called the red-eyed. that Walter was a little bashful at first. Sir. in some sort. '"Praise from Sir Hubert Stanley!"''You are good enough. At which instance of parental enthusiasm Miss Tox was enchanted.Considering this a favourable moment for the display of the valuables. and watch-chain.' pursued Spitfire. reviewing the new-comers. was from a complete suit of coffee-colour cut very square. Wal'r.' said Walter. 'The stock's the security. Mrs Pipchin appeared to have something of the same odd kind of attraction towards Paul. Mrs Wickam (who. and felt herself escorted up the steps.'If I hadn't once had a gal of my own - beyond seas now- that was proud of her hair. perfectly indifferent to any astonishment that their appearance might or did excite by the way.' said Mr Brogley. 'with milk and honey - it's his nevy!'The Captain then withdrew to his former place. more as a pleasant story very agreeable to his imagination. truer. The astonished Susan Nipper and her two young charges were rescued by the bystanders from under the very wheels of a passing carriage before they knew what had happened; and at that moment (it was market day) a thundering alarm of 'Mad Bull!' was raised.'Very much. 'Polly heerd it.