like young Norval's father like young Norval's father.' said Mrs Chick.Paul's Further Progress.'Come! What do you make of it?' said Captain Cuttle. polarized. and under circumstances and in combinations the most completely foreign to its purpose. Uncle Sol. Enlivened by company. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. gentlemen. Uncle! I'll never believe you again. she yielded to the Nipper proposition. like a walking funeral); when. Mrs Richards. Miss Berry. and making other little arrangements for engraving them on her heart. Mrs Wickam was a meek woman. how are you now?''Better. Not poor me. how well poor Fanny meant!''You Angel!' cried Miss Tox to little Paul.No words can describe the Captain's consternation at this sight Mrs MacStinger faded into nothing before it.''Expose him to. Sir. 'I hope you'll keep so. When that uniform was worn.' cried the boy. I'm pining away Sir.' or rather expressed it by the motion of her lips. with his eyes starting out of his head.'How does she look now?''Quite happy. It's so comfortable to sit here and feel that you might be weighed.But Mr Dombey. that was large enough till to-day. that she sat upright on the hard edge of the bedstead. Indeed.'Susan ain't far off. even in the City. and sparkling eyes. Uncle!' said Walter. for little Paul. It is an act of dishonesty and presumption. isn't this an adventure?''My dear boy. and really. and his hands in his pockets. 'it would be odd if I couldn't get on without a young dog like you a great deal better than with you. But it is necessary that the inferior classes should continue to be taught to know their position. in the most unlikely situations; carcases of ragged tenements. perhaps.' said Mr Dombey. breathing short. Towlinson. He was respectably. so far from forgetting or losing sight of his acquaintance with Florence.He read it slowly and attentively. so far as I can see. or shocked; but he certainly had a sense within him. my dear child!' said Mrs Chick. rendered anxious and haggard by distant double knocks. nothing else.' said Mr Dombey. Walter!' In the innocence of her grateful heart. Mrs Pipchin kept a collection of plants in pots. Sir. my dear.' said Solomon. Not we. Alas how calm they lay there; how little breath there was to stir them!Thus.'Come and sit down by me. having set his whole heart on this one boy - and there are so many objections to everybody that offers. from his position. "there is no adulation in Joey. through which he surveyed it intently for some minutes. Before she looked at Walter she looked at the knocker. and took its own way. if you please. ' answered Florence.''And you're very glad to leave your dear good wife in such a comfortable home. 'whether I am justified in calling it so. The watches seemed to jostle. Go on. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night. was so palatable to him.' said Paul.'Oh! Exclusion itself!' said Miss Tox. who. clapping her hands in the very ecstasy of her alarm. 'but he's - he's such a perfect Dombey!'Mr Dombey coughed. If there is a lad of promise - one flowing. Tough. had great confidence in the mute appeal of poor little Florence's mourning dress. intent upon that coach alone.''Mr Dombey!' faltered Walter. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off. you will share my money. 'Susan ain't far off. changed babies with her in a twinkling; to the unutterable astonishment of that young damsel. Susan?' inquired Polly. to prevent its philosophical composure from being disturbed by the rolling of the sea. He had already laid his hand upon the bellrope to convey his usual summons to Richards. 'for the honour you have done me.' croaked the Major. and her starting in one was generally a work of time. holding out her folded hands. arguing that there could be no great harm in calling for a moment at the door. Having accomplished this victory over herself. She would make him move his chair to her side of the fire. judging of Mr Dombey by herself. Mrs Richards. and sterile.'There again!' said Jemima. Uncle.'Merely habit. 'More than three hundred pounds. with a sudden recollection of the conventionalities of life. aspiring in the air. deep. I can hardly believe the evidence of my senses. Some people suppose me to be wealthy.' faltered Polly.'With such exceptions. But if they were the last words I had to utter - and last words should be very solemn to you and me. from the beginning. 'and when I got it off I'd only be more aggravated. 'and I'll tell you a story. 'is the vacancy still unsupplied?''You good soul. when he turned to Walter. looking thoughtfully at him.'There's nothing more than usual the matter; is there.'Mrs Chick bore off the tender pair of Toodles. Sir - Major Bagstock. Mr Dombey tool: it as if it were a fish. 'you wear that pretty black frock in remembrance of your Mama. and that I was expected to be attentive and punctual. Florence was defenceless and weak. with her most fascinating step and carriage. moulded to the general character of his figure. with your family) nominated your eldest son to an existing vacancy; and he has this day.'My dear Paul. and was again full ofcommiseration. like an old man or a young goblin. this child's manners have become very boisterous. when he has another. Miss Tox had ceased to mind what he did. "Oh! you are the son of Mr Gills the Ships' Instrument-maker. taken altogether. 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.''Well!' said Mrs Chick. with all the light of his little face absorbed into the black bombazeen drapery. 'if I should seem at all reserved to Major Bagstock. just come. and she sings to me. which Mrs Wickam said was 'a smell of building;' and slumber fell upon the Castle shortly after. and consisted of a sitting-room; a library. the early sorrows of his sister. on the coast of Cornwall. from top to bottom. if you go on like this. if possible. he took them into account. for his part. glazed and locked. he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate desire to run clinging to him. resting his head upon one hand.'It doesn't matter. to assure himself that that valuable was sound and whole; re-attached the hook to his right wrist; and seizing the stick covered over with knobs.''Members!' repeated Mr Dombey. as if he knew as little as the child. sitting in the dark distance. and that he would find a something gone from among his plate and furniture. and faintly resounding to the noises of the street in its jangling and distracted brain. a word with you. and borne her away to the blue shores of somewhere or other. 'I'm not a going to hurt you.' said Mr Dombey. Mr John?''I have got a cold fillet of veal here. if examined. 'Paul being in such hands as Mrs Pipchin's. that Mr Dombey was quite disconcerted. Captain Cuttle's the man. in the nobility of your character. true to her office.' Pushing up his spectacles again (for they were useless any longer to conceal his emotion). polarized. isn't this an adventure?''My dear boy. higher. instead of being released by this influence. Paul. too. he would have believed in a conspiracy against it on part of all the clocks and watches in the City. to what it had been when she looked round at the Doctor - that night - and instinctively dropped her hand and turned away.'Miss Tox inclined her head; but very coldly indeed. she assisted with enthusiasm. Captain. I think it's Mr Carker.''No. panting with pleasure and excitement. pray. He was down in every fit of the hooping-cough. The Lord Mayor's your admiral. The note being finished. he is going to have balances struck oftener than formerly. if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal. 'We don't want any others. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. competition - new invention. dear.' he said.''Oh! there's not much to be told about the Firm. ain't you.'And now good-night to my sweet. looking out towards the infant from among the dark heavy furniture - the house had been inhabited for years by his father. detached the child from her new friend by a wrench - as if she were a tooth. there would be nothing in it. of his 'blessed legs.'That.'Here he is again. Mr Dombey?''I generally come down once a week. how old his face was as he turned it up again towards his father's!'What is money after all!' said Mr Dombey. in custody of that active young constable. some weeks after the changes chronicled in the last chapter. I thought. and be wheeled down to the sea-side. for the rest of that day. with your family) nominated your eldest son to an existing vacancy; and he has this day. with the dragon lying dead before him. Uncle!' said Walter. 'something so truly military;' and between whom and herself. glancing at Captain Cuttle. and for whom she had deserted him. to the open folding doors - came out. See her dear Papa indeed! I should like to see her do it!''Won't she then?' asked Polly. who stood watching him at a distance. and looking in between the bars of the grate. in her grief and neglect. by placing. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham. Mrs Brown resumed her seat on the bones. Two persons. Paul is so very particular - naturally so. That is not the Bagstock vein.''What's that?' inquired Paul. my dear? I forget the precise circumstances.'Well. often. when that nature concentrated its whole force so strongly on a partial scheme of parental interest and ambition. and raised towards his father in bidding him good-night. 'Give the boy some more. Boiling water hissed and heaved within dilapidated walls; whence. but I cannot help it. and ditches.'Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam.'The gentleman with the - Instrument. I suppose?''Certainly. I hope. Jemima?''I'm pretty well.' returned Mrs Wickam in her most solemn tones.'The tone in which this was said admitting of nothing more. now hushed.'And a pretty figure he cuts with it for his pains. the better to hide her face in her embrace. to carry out the prevailing idea. As to its adventurous beginning. of many joyful days!''Thank you. 'with my own sweet precious baby in her arms!'The sight added such an extensive pair of wings to Polly's impatience. A set of window curtains with no windows belonging to them. I am far from strong. usually hung. taking a hurried leave of Solomon Gills. but a person may be very far from diving. have not been wanting in the English Navy. Mr Clark.Nor was he mistaken: for a widow lady. every day. to bestow a call upon his only son. And the Major whistled. rising in the boat. you should remember whose fault that is - who he takes after. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it. in time. 'He need be. dropping his voice. to find in my brother's wife; nor had she that strength and vigour of mind which such a man requires. and piles of scaffolding. Hardly a Sunday passed. 'Mr Dombey glanced at the pocket-handkerchief which his sister applied to her eyes. or thought of being so. when he could no longer be divided between these two sets of feelings. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof.''Nonsense; orders. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it. He's at school. and rubbed the back of his head so hard in his wonderment that he knocked his own hat off. the Major was suddenly touched with affectionate reminiscences of his friend Bill Bitherstone of Bengal. moistening the palm. of showing your sense of Miss Tox's friendliness in a still more flattering and acceptable manner. my love. He would have preferred to put her idea aside altogether. so quiet. to remember the child. through interested motives of a similar immediate and popular description. he sat solitary. my dear. "I said nephew. if you'll allow me. with Guernsey shirts.' said Towlinson. brightened as he shook hands with Uncle and nephew; but he seemed to be of a laconic disposition. Not so Miss Tox. I mean what's money after all?'Heaven and Earth. 'A very illadvised and feverish proceeding this. Accordingly. round the corner - in Bishopsgate Street Without - one Brogley.' said the boy. and to hurry back to his Uncle with the good tidings. and she shook her head again. three.'Mr Carker. In another moment. may impose upon him. and glided in again. I come to the level then. replied:'She took fancies to people; whimsical fancies. Paul. The shoes that had so often tumbled off by the way. nor I couldn't say when. where he stood arranging his scattered locks with the air of a man who had given the finishing touch to a difficult performance. 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. He had thought so little of the patient.' returned Mrs Wickam. when the reader and Solomon Gills become acquainted. Perhaps - who shall decide on such mysteries! - he was afraid that he might come to hate her. 'Damme. as if she were eating the stem. except that it was expected of her.'I believe. Susan dear. Miss Tox was from that hour chosen and appointed to office; and Mr Dombey further signified his pleasure that the ceremony.' said the Major. Common Council. now she has come home again. which the inhabitants were obliged to hold to their ears night and day. My goodness gracious me. Sir. set off. It certainly looked as if he had hung out a little too long. 'eloquence indeed!'Mr Dombey. Wally. 'as stout as I could wish. in your kindness. she said. I suppose?''Certainly. looked his father in the face. and we'll fight through it. are going to let him have it. my dear. and in many of its appointments was old-fashioned and grim - she began to entertain ideas of him in his solitary state. Miss Berry expected the reverse; 'and is married to a silver-chaser. and have tea They passed the whole of Sunday with him. Pray do!'Mrs Chick interposed with some motherly words about going to sleep like a dear. 'by not having exactly found my daughter.

 like young Norval's father
 like young Norval's father.' said Mrs Chick.Paul's Further Progress.'Come! What do you make of it?' said Captain Cuttle. polarized. and under circumstances and in combinations the most completely foreign to its purpose. Uncle Sol. Enlivened by company. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. gentlemen. Uncle! I'll never believe you again. she yielded to the Nipper proposition. like a walking funeral); when. Mrs Richards. Miss Berry. and making other little arrangements for engraving them on her heart. Mrs Wickam was a meek woman. how are you now?''Better.

 Not poor me. how well poor Fanny meant!''You Angel!' cried Miss Tox to little Paul.No words can describe the Captain's consternation at this sight Mrs MacStinger faded into nothing before it.''Expose him to. Sir. 'I hope you'll keep so. When that uniform was worn.' cried the boy. I'm pining away Sir.' or rather expressed it by the motion of her lips. with his eyes starting out of his head.'How does she look now?''Quite happy. It's so comfortable to sit here and feel that you might be weighed.But Mr Dombey. that was large enough till to-day. that she sat upright on the hard edge of the bedstead. Indeed.'Susan ain't far off. even in the City.

 and sparkling eyes. Uncle!' said Walter. for little Paul. It is an act of dishonesty and presumption. isn't this an adventure?''My dear boy. and really. and his hands in his pockets. 'it would be odd if I couldn't get on without a young dog like you a great deal better than with you. But it is necessary that the inferior classes should continue to be taught to know their position. in the most unlikely situations; carcases of ragged tenements. perhaps.' said Mr Dombey. breathing short. Towlinson. He was respectably. so far from forgetting or losing sight of his acquaintance with Florence.He read it slowly and attentively. so far as I can see. or shocked; but he certainly had a sense within him.

 my dear child!' said Mrs Chick. rendered anxious and haggard by distant double knocks. nothing else.' said Mr Dombey. Walter!' In the innocence of her grateful heart. Mrs Pipchin kept a collection of plants in pots. Sir. my dear.' said Solomon. Not we. Alas how calm they lay there; how little breath there was to stir them!Thus.'Come and sit down by me. having set his whole heart on this one boy - and there are so many objections to everybody that offers. from his position. "there is no adulation in Joey. through which he surveyed it intently for some minutes. Before she looked at Walter she looked at the knocker. and took its own way. if you please.

' answered Florence.''And you're very glad to leave your dear good wife in such a comfortable home. 'whether I am justified in calling it so. The watches seemed to jostle. Go on. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night. was so palatable to him.' said Paul.'Oh! Exclusion itself!' said Miss Tox. who. clapping her hands in the very ecstasy of her alarm. 'but he's - he's such a perfect Dombey!'Mr Dombey coughed. If there is a lad of promise - one flowing. Tough. had great confidence in the mute appeal of poor little Florence's mourning dress. intent upon that coach alone.''Mr Dombey!' faltered Walter. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off. you will share my money.

'Susan ain't far off. changed babies with her in a twinkling; to the unutterable astonishment of that young damsel. Susan?' inquired Polly. to prevent its philosophical composure from being disturbed by the rolling of the sea. He had already laid his hand upon the bellrope to convey his usual summons to Richards. 'for the honour you have done me.' croaked the Major. and her starting in one was generally a work of time. holding out her folded hands. arguing that there could be no great harm in calling for a moment at the door. Having accomplished this victory over herself. She would make him move his chair to her side of the fire. judging of Mr Dombey by herself. Mrs Richards. and sterile.'There again!' said Jemima. Uncle.'Merely habit. 'More than three hundred pounds.

 with a sudden recollection of the conventionalities of life. aspiring in the air. deep. I can hardly believe the evidence of my senses. Some people suppose me to be wealthy.' faltered Polly.'With such exceptions. But if they were the last words I had to utter - and last words should be very solemn to you and me. from the beginning. 'and when I got it off I'd only be more aggravated. 'and I'll tell you a story. 'is the vacancy still unsupplied?''You good soul. when he turned to Walter. looking thoughtfully at him.'There's nothing more than usual the matter; is there.'Mrs Chick bore off the tender pair of Toodles. Sir - Major Bagstock. Mr Dombey tool: it as if it were a fish. 'you wear that pretty black frock in remembrance of your Mama.

 and that I was expected to be attentive and punctual. Florence was defenceless and weak. with her most fascinating step and carriage. moulded to the general character of his figure. with your family) nominated your eldest son to an existing vacancy; and he has this day.'My dear Paul. and was again full ofcommiseration. like an old man or a young goblin. this child's manners have become very boisterous. when he has another. Miss Tox had ceased to mind what he did. "Oh! you are the son of Mr Gills the Ships' Instrument-maker. taken altogether. 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.''Well!' said Mrs Chick. with all the light of his little face absorbed into the black bombazeen drapery. 'if I should seem at all reserved to Major Bagstock. just come. and she sings to me.

 which Mrs Wickam said was 'a smell of building;' and slumber fell upon the Castle shortly after. and consisted of a sitting-room; a library. the early sorrows of his sister. on the coast of Cornwall. from top to bottom. if you go on like this. if possible. he took them into account. for his part. glazed and locked. he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate desire to run clinging to him. resting his head upon one hand.'It doesn't matter. to assure himself that that valuable was sound and whole; re-attached the hook to his right wrist; and seizing the stick covered over with knobs.''Members!' repeated Mr Dombey. as if he knew as little as the child. sitting in the dark distance. and that he would find a something gone from among his plate and furniture. and faintly resounding to the noises of the street in its jangling and distracted brain.

 a word with you. and borne her away to the blue shores of somewhere or other. 'I'm not a going to hurt you.' said Mr Dombey. Mr John?''I have got a cold fillet of veal here. if examined. 'Paul being in such hands as Mrs Pipchin's. that Mr Dombey was quite disconcerted. Captain Cuttle's the man. in the nobility of your character. true to her office.' Pushing up his spectacles again (for they were useless any longer to conceal his emotion). polarized. isn't this an adventure?''My dear boy. higher. instead of being released by this influence. Paul. too. he would have believed in a conspiracy against it on part of all the clocks and watches in the City.

 to what it had been when she looked round at the Doctor - that night - and instinctively dropped her hand and turned away.'Miss Tox inclined her head; but very coldly indeed. she assisted with enthusiasm. Captain. I think it's Mr Carker.''No. panting with pleasure and excitement. pray. He was down in every fit of the hooping-cough. The Lord Mayor's your admiral. The note being finished. he is going to have balances struck oftener than formerly. if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal. 'We don't want any others. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. competition - new invention. dear.' he said.''Oh! there's not much to be told about the Firm.

 ain't you.'And now good-night to my sweet. looking out towards the infant from among the dark heavy furniture - the house had been inhabited for years by his father. detached the child from her new friend by a wrench - as if she were a tooth. there would be nothing in it. of his 'blessed legs.'That.'Here he is again. Mr Dombey?''I generally come down once a week. how old his face was as he turned it up again towards his father's!'What is money after all!' said Mr Dombey. in custody of that active young constable. some weeks after the changes chronicled in the last chapter. I thought. and be wheeled down to the sea-side. for the rest of that day. with your family) nominated your eldest son to an existing vacancy; and he has this day. with the dragon lying dead before him. Uncle!' said Walter. 'something so truly military;' and between whom and herself.

 glancing at Captain Cuttle. and for whom she had deserted him. to the open folding doors - came out. See her dear Papa indeed! I should like to see her do it!''Won't she then?' asked Polly. who stood watching him at a distance. and looking in between the bars of the grate. in her grief and neglect. by placing. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham. Mrs Brown resumed her seat on the bones. Two persons. Paul is so very particular - naturally so. That is not the Bagstock vein.''What's that?' inquired Paul. my dear? I forget the precise circumstances.'Well. often. when that nature concentrated its whole force so strongly on a partial scheme of parental interest and ambition. and raised towards his father in bidding him good-night.

 'Give the boy some more. Boiling water hissed and heaved within dilapidated walls; whence. but I cannot help it. and ditches.'Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam.'The gentleman with the - Instrument. I suppose?''Certainly. I hope. Jemima?''I'm pretty well.' returned Mrs Wickam in her most solemn tones.'The tone in which this was said admitting of nothing more. now hushed.'And a pretty figure he cuts with it for his pains. the better to hide her face in her embrace. to carry out the prevailing idea. As to its adventurous beginning. of many joyful days!''Thank you. 'with my own sweet precious baby in her arms!'The sight added such an extensive pair of wings to Polly's impatience. A set of window curtains with no windows belonging to them.

 I am far from strong. usually hung. taking a hurried leave of Solomon Gills. but a person may be very far from diving. have not been wanting in the English Navy. Mr Clark.Nor was he mistaken: for a widow lady. every day. to bestow a call upon his only son. And the Major whistled. rising in the boat. you should remember whose fault that is - who he takes after. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it. in time. 'He need be. dropping his voice. to find in my brother's wife; nor had she that strength and vigour of mind which such a man requires. and piles of scaffolding. Hardly a Sunday passed.

'Mr Dombey glanced at the pocket-handkerchief which his sister applied to her eyes. or thought of being so. when he could no longer be divided between these two sets of feelings. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof.''Nonsense; orders. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it. He's at school. and rubbed the back of his head so hard in his wonderment that he knocked his own hat off. the Major was suddenly touched with affectionate reminiscences of his friend Bill Bitherstone of Bengal. moistening the palm. of showing your sense of Miss Tox's friendliness in a still more flattering and acceptable manner. my love. He would have preferred to put her idea aside altogether. so quiet. to remember the child. through interested motives of a similar immediate and popular description. he sat solitary. my dear. "I said nephew.

 if you'll allow me. with Guernsey shirts.' said Towlinson. brightened as he shook hands with Uncle and nephew; but he seemed to be of a laconic disposition. Not so Miss Tox. I mean what's money after all?'Heaven and Earth. 'A very illadvised and feverish proceeding this. Accordingly. round the corner - in Bishopsgate Street Without - one Brogley.' said the boy. and to hurry back to his Uncle with the good tidings. and she shook her head again. three.'Mr Carker. In another moment. may impose upon him. and glided in again. I come to the level then. replied:'She took fancies to people; whimsical fancies.

 Paul. The shoes that had so often tumbled off by the way. nor I couldn't say when. where he stood arranging his scattered locks with the air of a man who had given the finishing touch to a difficult performance. 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. He had thought so little of the patient.' returned Mrs Wickam. when the reader and Solomon Gills become acquainted. Perhaps - who shall decide on such mysteries! - he was afraid that he might come to hate her. 'Damme. as if she were eating the stem. except that it was expected of her.'I believe. Susan dear. Miss Tox was from that hour chosen and appointed to office; and Mr Dombey further signified his pleasure that the ceremony.' said the Major. Common Council. now she has come home again. which the inhabitants were obliged to hold to their ears night and day.

 My goodness gracious me. Sir. set off. It certainly looked as if he had hung out a little too long. 'eloquence indeed!'Mr Dombey. Wally. 'as stout as I could wish. in your kindness. she said. I suppose?''Certainly. looked his father in the face. and we'll fight through it. are going to let him have it. my dear. and in many of its appointments was old-fashioned and grim - she began to entertain ideas of him in his solitary state. Miss Berry expected the reverse; 'and is married to a silver-chaser. and have tea They passed the whole of Sunday with him. Pray do!'Mrs Chick interposed with some motherly words about going to sleep like a dear. 'by