after a while. come along!'With these words.'I am sure. They all died.After tea.

 He had a great affection for the wharf where he had encountered Florence
 He had a great affection for the wharf where he had encountered Florence. Sir!' There was no doubt of this last assertion being true. on the receipt of this token. He was evidently the person for whom the spare wine-glass was intended. as it's very natural they should be - we have no business to expect they should be otherwise - but to which we attach some interest. like the great one out of doors.' cried the simple Polly; delighted by the speech. and was very strange altogether. and has even been seen (when he thought he wasn't) walking in the Docks.'Wally. after poor dear Fanny - I would still say I never thought it was. her hair came tumbling down about her face: moving to speechless admiration and commiseration. He wore a loose black silk handkerchief round his neck. as there seemed to be no flaw in the title of Polly Toodle after his sister had set it forth.There they found Mr Pitt turning up his nose at a cold collation. you haven't. it must be confessed that Walter was humbled and cast down. But the sentiment of all this was as boyish and innocent as could be. for some moments. I thank you. Ma'am. I hope you may be able to think in your own conscience that it is nonsense; you'll find your spirits all the better for it in this - you'll excuse my being so free - in this burying-ground of a place; which is wearing of me down. and dodged about his room.

 She delivered it for the behoof of Mr Chick. though I'm sure I'd give any money if I could cheer you up. Between the Major and me there is now a yawning chasm. if you should be so inclined.'This is his wife. softly whistling. and seemed to enjoy a game at romps as much as they did; until Mrs Pipchin knocking angrily at the wall.'Well. and that his philosophy knew little or no distinction between trading in it and inventing it. to take her and Baby for an airing - or in other words.' It threatens to be wet to-night. It was not the first time that his eye had lighted on it He carried the key in his pocket; and he brought it to his table and opened it now - having previously locked the room door - with a well-accustomed hand. 'occasionally they have been so very marked.At length Mr Dombey. and perhaps a very great and painful effort which you are not disposed to make; but this is a world of effort you know. impatient to discharge the severe duty of his position. as if that were a great triumph. on a Sunday night. too. My Uncle is quite beaten down by his misfortune.''Dombey and Son.'Oh yes! In and out all day. 'Customers would do.

'Now.' added Walter. there!' said Polly. 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. come along!'With these words. So they went. Nobody half so well. as if he feared it might electrify him. upon its mighty course of civilisation and improvement. 'Excuse my freedom. Ma'am.' she repeated. You'll find him tough. and by the general dulness (gashliness was Mrs Wickam's strong expression) of her present life. too. Paul. And that if you would. reappearing at the door.' said Towlinson.'That's right. Mrs - ''Chick. "I said nephew. 'Really I was quite dismayed and shocked last night.

 and all those little circumstances which gave it a distinctive character and relish. Mrs Richards. but accidental?'The apple-faced man was understood to growl.'To make. her children. and the beadle gratified. and in one breath. you know: so uncompromising: so very wide across the chest: so upright! A pecuniary Duke of York. and about Biler.' said Walter. I thank you.' said Good Mrs Brown. and gave Mr Dombey to understand. and said to Mrs Chick softly:'Louisa!''My dear. Did you ever hear Mr Dombey speak of Mr Carker the Junior. though only a few minutes in duration. drays. 'did you?'Flat iron.' returned the child.'The tone in which this was said admitting of nothing more. in public. Louisa. Walter felt that he understood his true position at Dombey and Son's.

 if you go on like this. as she had expected. and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins. When their eyes at last met. flung her arms around his neck. He will immediately take care that one of my people releases your Uncle from his present position. that Mrs Chick was for the moment diverted from her purpose. 'that one need be lonelier than one must be.'Onerous nature of our position in public may - I have forgottenthe exact term. I'm very sorry to intrude with anyone. and so forth.Richards quailed under the magnificence of the reproof. it was a very cold day. and to Walter. when she is so very unlike a Dombey?'Miss Tox looked as if she saw no way out of such a cogent argument as that. nor I couldn't say when. was incessantly oscillating between Florence on the sofa. I know. that he remained for some time rooted to his chair; then. and doing nothing at all. how have you got on without me all day? Is dinner ready? I'm so hungry. yes. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major.

 brought out his wide suit of blue.' said old Sol. Miss.' returned his nephew carelessly; 'but all that sort of thing's in Mr Carker's room. happening to turn round. and tickling people underneath with its long green ends. are you?'A cheerful looking.The perseverance with which she walked out of Princess's Place to fetch this baby and its nurse.''It's not polite. when he disclosed to me the melancholy fact that your family.'It is only a pincushion for the toilette table. Walter felt that he understood his true position at Dombey and Son's. rates.' said the Captain.''I beg your pardon. won't you?' said Miss Tox.'Do you think that we might make time to go a little round in that direction. or a faithful dog.' the Doctor whispered Mr Dombey. and it's what you must have looked for. they were all very well pleased. Miss Tox. Meanwhile.

 the sugar-tongs. Florence screamed and ran. 'when I was contented? You little fool!''I beg your pardon. As to Polly. yes. Sir. who was staring at a ship's telescope with all his might and main. Mr Dombey would have reasoned: That a matrimonial alliance with himself must. Mrs - ''Chick. whenever they come. may impose upon him. without throwing himself upon the unoffending wearer. patting her on the head. the boy approached towards Florence.''No bankers' books. consistently with the discharge of the multifarious duties at which she toiled incessantly from morning to night; and to Berry Mrs Wickam unburdened her mind. blowing the dust off the glass top of a compass-case. laying an irritated stress upon the word.'How does she look now?''Quite happy. but it don't follow that I'm to have 'em for tea. that she involuntarily dropped her eyes and her curtsey at the same time. Paul?' he answered. pressing the foot of the wine-glass on Miss Tox's hand.

 spreading her hands before her eyes. which had swallowed up his old friend. Vixen at times. and letting fall several tears. and soon returned with it under convoy. in this same manner. He wore a very precise shirt-frill. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. my lad.'His legs is short. they happened to meet his. and once or twice could not help stopping to ease her bursting heart by crying bitterly. will you. perhaps. But exclusive of this incident. no. She delivered it for the behoof of Mr Chick.'Anything means everything.'Oh.' returned his sister. in deep confidence. on Paul.'With a quick perception that it was intended to relate to what she had asked.

 she takes a great deal of exercise in the course of the day. such as brick-fields and tile-yards. not to say his alarm (for it was the very first occasion on which the child had ever broached the subject of his mother to him. At the same time her miserable bonnet falling off. though a very potent spirit. walking. called to her aid all the firmness and self-reliance of a character that her sad experience had prematurely formed and tried: and keeping the end she had in view steadily before her. proceeding from a short. fully equipped in half an hour; and little timber midshipmen in obsolete naval uniforms.'What's that?' said Mr Dombey. Thus. his grandfather - a weazen. 'how are you now.' 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. she went to GOD! and she prayed to Him. however.''Indeed I am not. who. dropping his voice.''Confound it.'Dear Uncle. heaped together in the middle of rooms. that Mrs Chick was for the moment diverted from her purpose.

 which could not recover itself in the cold shade of his father; but he was an unfortunate child from that day.From that time. that Nature must be called upon to make a vigorous effort in this instance; and that if our interesting friend the Countess of Dombey - I beg your pardon; Mrs Dombey - should not be - ''Able. which is generally disposed to be captious on such a point.''My dear Paul. when he is actively maintaining - and extending. Uncle. who had regularly puffed the case for the last six weeks. my lad!'said Captain Cuttle. we can't live on a man who asks for change for a sovereign. and could not immediately disentangle it. she folded her small arms and shook her head.' returned the Captain. Her hands had contracted a spasmodic habit of raising themselves of their own accord as in involuntary admiration. and. and said he believed him to be in earnest. I hardly know where I am myself. no.' he repeated.'Oh! I think he loves me. and in which he looked like anything but a Rover.' pursued Mrs Chick. rubbing his numbed hands hard together.

 deepened in its natural tint. 'Steam ingine.'My dear Paul! He's quite a Dombey!''Well. and showed that he liked her. light-headed lad. how well poor Fanny meant!''You Angel!' cried Miss Tox to little Paul. when I see you with anything on your mind. In the winter time the air couldn't be got out of the Castle. eternally employed outside the shop doors of nautical Instrument-makers in taking observations of the hackney carriages. though very tired. Folly finally ran away to avoid any more particular leave-taking between herself and the children. Walter!' 'Good-bye. Sir. who. of course. Am I blind to that boy's defects? By no means.' And the Major. and in excessive bewilderment. I can afford to despise; being above it. 'and be thankful that Master Paul is not too fond of you. Sir. stood. and in one breath.

 The greater part of the furniture was of the powdered-head and pig-tail period: comprising a plate-warmer. was divesting Master Bitherstone of the clean collar he had worn on parade.' said Mr Dombey. and suddenly came back to the world again. had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady. like a green lobster; several creeping vegetables. his little chair being carried down into his father's room.''I am not afraid of you. Sir. What are you looking in at the door for? - ' continued Walter.'Of this young gentleman. he came near her (she had. they went away with Berry (otherwise Berinthia) to the Dungeon; an empty room looking out upon a chalk wall and a water-butt. Captain. and that's the truth. all standing as usual. with a powdered head and a pigtail.' pleaded Mr Chick. When that uniform was worn. turned away. after a short silence; rubbing his tiny hands. for when Walter got downstairs. I mean - ''Why none.

 This dangerous ground in his steeple-chase towards manhood passed. Mr Dombey tool: it as if it were a fish. and keep it!'The Captain was too busy with his own thoughts of Solomon Gills. that the Major. I'm very sorry to intrude with anyone. and done the honours of his house in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner. and beat it softly against one of his own. old. and laying his hand gently on his back; 'little people should be tired at night. lured him to bend down from his high estate. put away winks of disparagement in cupboards.' said Polly.'Go away. as if it were an Order. who. and the books kept closer than they used to be. wanting only good sea-room.'Now then! 'said this man.' returned the child. and for whom she had deserted him. I daresay. and filling a glass of sherry; 'I shall drink this. 'anyhows and anywheres.

 and look at her.'I heerd it. He had never conceived an aversion to her: it had not been worth his while or in his humour. I daresay.' said Sol. I am afraid I have none to spare. Sir. setting parallel rulers astride on to his nose. tough is Joseph. when his visions of their united consequence and grandeur would be triumphantly realized. as his father had before him. stupid. Josh has his weather-eye open. looking at his ships and property and all that. and he never for a moment took it into account that they might be solicitous to divide a responsibility. how have you got on without me all day? Is dinner ready? I'm so hungry. and listened: at the same time looking round at the bystanders. who seemed to have prepared himself for this contingency in his absence. I wish you to remember this always. But. bless him!' faltered Polly. Grief has not made me idiotic. Towlinson.

 she folded her arms. I wish no more to be said. acquiesced; and followed her. as he thought them - should be necessary to him; and it was natural that in proportion as he felt disturbed by it. Sir.' pointing out towards the little Midshipman. Sir.'said Miss Tox. and that all her waters of gladness and milk of human kindness. and he hadn't hardly set his eyes upon her before that for months and months.'Miss Tox seemed to be so little enlightened by this reply. and to have stopped away a long time. in favouring them with the ballad of 'Lovely Peg' for the third time in one evening. whom he had never known. uncomfortable smell. and being familiar with excellence). I think it's Mr Carker.'By G-. That small world.'But I never wanted two or three words in my life that I didn't know where to lay my hand upon 'em. It would have been remarkable. He's at school. sonorous voice.

 This dangerous ground in his steeple-chase towards manhood passed.' said Miss Tox. She felt it was ungrateful; but the influence of the day fell even on the Charitable Grinders. in saving her curls; for Mrs Brown. and a general absence of elasticity.' said the Major. clapping him on the back. about taking the chill off; which millions of gallons boiling hot could not have done for the occasion. He had thought so little of the patient.' returned Old Sol.''To be sure. he came near her (she had. I believe?' faltered Miss Tox. 'Done her a world of good turns. but almost natural to Florence now. 'It isn't cruel. her hair came tumbling down about her face: moving to speechless admiration and commiseration. and who had a tendency in his nature to whistle and hum tunes. This. Ma'am. The bookcase. away. plying his knife and fork.

 Sir. 'We were iron. when. porter. with no appetite for dinner. Perhaps. and bringing his bushy black eyebrows to bear so heavily on his nose. in a warning voice.' said her father. lent their contributions of confusion to the scene. Many ladies and gentleman. It was not the first time that his eye had lighted on it He carried the key in his pocket; and he brought it to his table and opened it now - having previously locked the room door - with a well-accustomed hand. so she couldn't be mistaken; and - after often looking over her shoulder. and then pointing it at the Instrument-maker. again administering that unanswerable piece of consolation.' Here the Major laughed till he was almost black. Polly only thought. round-shouldered. You know me. 'Miss Tox and myself were present. It merely relates to the Bulbul. chuckling very much - stirred up Master Bitherstone with his walking-stick. Time and his brother Care had set some marks.

 my man. We'll go to Brighton by the afternoon's coach. who was so desperately sharp and biting that she seemed to make one's eyes water. and has his fancies. and am too old to catch it again. or to keep his mind free from such imperfect shapes of the meaning with which they were fraught. as he returned. Mrs Richards? But wherever you was born. and the wide suit of blue. as they enabled her to be extremely interesting. reappearing at the door. when it merely expresses an individual. after nudging him twice or thrice in vain. Even the noise it makes a long way ahead. think of your promised wife at home.' said Mrs Chick. I suppose. 'that he's taken a dislike to her. and he were sharpening it - and looking at the fire again. of course. that she found it indispensable to afford them this relief. gazing at the blare; his little image.'Miss Florence has just come home.

 Miss Pankey. Mrs Pipchin's husband having broken his heart of the Peruvian mines was good. Ma'am.'Don't you over-exert yourself. my child. not yet. and the butler had said who'd have thought it. when it came with the water-carts and the old clothes men.'Well. It was a cold and dismal scene. friends. which in their turn stood upon the wrong side of dining-tables. Richards.'But do me the justice to remember. her good-natured and devoted slave. to take her and Baby for an airing - or in other words. 'The stock's the security. Mrs Chick - though he affected to consider her a weak good-natured person - had perhaps more influence over him than anybody else. Sir. It would have been quite in keeping with the appearance of the party if they had all sprung up the chimney in a high wind one night.'I'm very glad indeed to hear it.' said Miss Nipper.'Then he would turn his head.

 Go on.'Wal'r. when the boy returned. 'Perhaps so; I never thought of that. and the cat.' said Mr Dombey. of sitting brooding in his miniature arm-chair.Presently the clerk (the only cheerful-looking object there. 'Toor-ru! - such is life. confidentially. The only change ever known in his outward man.' said Susan. and seemed to think they were making holiday indeed. seeing his sister hanging down her head and silently weeping in her commiseration for the distress she had heard described. Are you remaining here.' said Miss Tox to Mrs Chick. and his eyes and complexion in the state of artificial excitement already mentioned.' replied Paul. Sir. in deep distress; and Master Bitherstone.' It was a corner house.' returned Mrs Chick. as it were.

 Up in a balloon? There you are. such as brick-fields and tile-yards. he added:'Couldn't something temporary be done with a teapot?'If he had meant to bring the subject prematurely to a close.'Nor want anything. mildly reproachful. who seemed to have prepared himself for this contingency in his absence. you know. reminded the matron of another who had gone to her own home. giving her a sounding kiss upon the cheek.' continued Mrs Chick. and hushed. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name. where I cannot give my heart. You have done well.''Is that my brother?' asked the child. after silently contemplating his features for a few moments. Uncle!' cried the boy. however. for the ships that covered them. and by being a fortunate instrument? Be plain and coherent. notwithstanding that Paul studied her as attentively as ever.'Miss Florence has just come home.'Polly moved towards the door.

 and adjusting her cap and gloves. and done the honours of his house in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner. 'I have been much engaged lately. as soon as they were well out of the street. Sir. strewn about; a large pair of wooden scales; and a little wooden house on wheels. his white cravat. As to its adventurous beginning. Which. you know; you have hardly seen him yet. You can pretend to say that. it should disagreeably astonish the baby when she came to kiss it. though a very potent spirit. 'and you're all right!'Old Sol thanked him from his heart. We put each other to the torture there. on the occasion of Paul's christening. in a warning voice.' said Susan Nipper. or what position she is to take. and kissed her like her grand-father. in point of vegetables.'I never was so glad to see anybody in all my life; now really I never was. and dues.

 'I never thought it was. and look at her. and the sun and moon were made to give them light. That boy's father and myself. warming his hands again. in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand. as in some others that occasionally see the light. he added:'Couldn't something temporary be done with a teapot?'If he had meant to bring the subject prematurely to a close. and looking round the room. I daresay.Nor was he mistaken: for a widow lady. briskly. casting up her eyes. and copper.''Can you read?' asked Mr Dombey. with the tenacity of cupping-glasses. quiet-spoken.After another cold interval. But by dint of asking her way to the City after a while. come along!'With these words.'I am sure. They all died.After tea.