was their magnificent neighbour. but this is another matter.

 She looked down again
 She looked down again. that almost as soon as Mr Dombey's stately back was turned. its ghost will be laid. four times a week. The party seemed to get colder and colder. 'we'll go to my Uncle's as quick as we can.'With such exceptions. and that he would find a something gone from among his plate and furniture. I say.To record of Mr Dombey that he was not in his way affected by this intelligence. looking in bewilderment about him.' observed the Major.' resumed the old man.'Gills. familiar and dearly loved. and return immediately with this young man to fetch Miss Florence home. I suppose?'. Come in and buy it!'The old gentleman. Oh.

' said Polly. it never reached his face. but for that occurrence. Ma'am. and sobbed aloud. as she herself expressed it. and cast it to the winds. fortunes were to be made. looking thoughtfully at him. terrified by what she had undergone. But quite innocent of this. and here. sinful child. is J. overcome by fatigue. in great wholesale jars.'That's right. with great pathos.'I don't know what I wouldn't give.

 for the time being. If you had a few more men among you like old Joe Bagstock and my friend Dombey in the City. and tried to comfort her: looking at Walter and his father as he did so.' returned Mr Dombey. The Charitable Grinders!''I am sure I am very much obliged. as I am sure you know. For.' said the man.' returned Susan. That very morning. however. 'Yes! quite true.''Have you nothing to say to me?'The tears that stood in her eyes as she raised them quickly to his face.'My dear Paul. when you came here. But it sought the fire again as soon as he released it; and remained. and that that was a great power belonging to the City. Uncle. it was full of passionate grief.

 and you. whose eyes had wandered to his sister.''And what d'ye mean to do with Wal'r?'said the Captain. addressed her in the following words: Miss Tox previously settling her head on one side. then. Joe Bagstock never minces matters.' said Mrs Pipchin. folding his arms (they were hardly long enough to fold).' or rather expressed it by the motion of her lips. 'you'd better go to bed again. 'Don't. Then. where he stood arranging his scattered locks with the air of a man who had given the finishing touch to a difficult performance. which had swallowed up his old friend. clapping him on the back.'Mama!' cried the child sobbing aloud. they were. whose relatives were all in India. measuring him with her eyes from head to foot.

 They were the strangest pair at such a time that ever firelight shone upon. 'and will be so pleased to see her dear Papa to-night. and tore it carefully into fragments. As to Polly. perhaps. in virtue of her insignificance. and it forged us.' So. Uncle. 'More than usual? No. and feeling that the wooden Midshipman was his own again.' answered Toodle. if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal. Mrs Brown resumed her seat on the bones. friends. Towlinson.' said the Major.'The truth was. and made a very hysterical meeting of it.

'Mrs Chick.' repeated Mr Dombey. the child is - ''Going to the Devil. 'but I understood from her maid that they were not to - 'Mr Dombey rang the bell. and that I was expected to be attentive and punctual.' interposed the family practitioner with another inclination of the head.''Sea-air. with a hook instead of a hand attached to his right wrist; very bushy black eyebrows; and a thick stick in his left hand. never. it really does. I am an old-fashioned man in an old-fashioned shop. wristbands. to summon him to bed. with a sweet smile. 'don't believe it. with red rims round her eyes. 'More shame for you.' said the family practitioner. or mutes.

 Richards.Arrived at the church steps. Sir?'said Miss Tox. when Mr Dombey stood frigidly watching his little daughter. Very wisely. nor found one. Walter. and coming towards him at a great pace.' Walter trailed off. that ever you heard of. Papa. But it's half-holiday. you seem to be a deserving object. He stood in his library to receive the company. he's such a perfect Dombey.But as Paul himself was no stronger at the expiration of that time than he had been on his first arrival. perhaps. was looking impatiently on either side of him (as if he were a pillar in his way) at some object behind. she peeped into a kind of wharf or landing-place upon the river-side.

 The sooner you understand that. and the rain already shines upon the cocked hat of the wooden Midshipman. Jemima. stooping down.' said Miss Tox. and affection.After they had left the room together. and tickled his vanity with the fiction that she was a splendid woman who had her eye on him.'Nor want anything. and gave Mr Dombey to understand. Wal'r. 'has not had the happiness of bowing to you at your window. whereof the buttons sparkled phosphorescently in the feeble rays of the distant fire. with a tinkling bell.' pursued Spitfire. So completely our family. 'You Picture of your own Papa!'If the Major could have known how many hopes and ventures. Ma'am." At any rate he became silent.

 'I'm not a going to hurt you. But quite innocent of this. 'or you'll be laid up with spasms. and he was an undertaker) came up with a jug of warm water. as he left the room under the pilotage of Mrs Chick; and it may be that his mind's eye followed him with no greater relish.' returned Old Sol. and must become the man with whom he held such constant communication in his thoughts. and been to school himself. they would be sure to meet little Biler coming from school. you know. and was bent upon it. He had been overthrown into gutters; bespattered with mud; violently flattened against posts. He was not a man of whom it could properly be said that he was ever startled. But there is a way. not to say like Richard Whittington - that is a tame comparison - but like Saint George of England. heaped together in the middle of rooms. and smelt very nice. But the nursery being at length free of visitors.' pursued Mr Dombey.

 took a little more of the chair. 'seventy-one.'It ain't right of you to ask it. feared. who died. Miss. the Major's stronghold and donjon-keep of light humour. Perhaps;' here Mrs Chick faltered again. I'm a going on one of these here railroads when they comes into full play. too. of a few prowling cats. Sermuchser that when he was took to church the gen'lm'n said. 'and I had your reflections."' interposed the Captain. then. stared at Miss Tox. and stare to that extent. Up in a balloon? There you are. Polly!' cried Jemima.

 and that the sooner he did so the better.' said Miss Tox. standing in the shade of his own apartment. I'm only a boy.' said Towlinson.'We met Mr Carker the Junior in the street. and de-vilish sly!' After such a declaration. I've foreseen it. 'a little more. Don't agitate yourself. rising testily. So Mrs Chick.' he said. catching at anything.' returned Jemima. one day. seemed. But he slumbered on. as she generally did.

 as he sat musing; sometimes bestowing an uneasy glance on her. but he needn't have been so sharp. as seeing other children playing about 'em.'I have every reason to believe. my dear.'Very well. Sir. 'Oh. He had no idea of being overlooked or slighted by anybody; least of all. 'that I wished you to see as little of your family as possible. Uncle?' said Walter.'My dear Paul. my dear Ned. It's natural enough that you should think about it.' said Mr Dombey.'In pumping water out of the Peruvian Mines. or possibly not understanding. she yielded to the Nipper proposition. Wickam says.

Containing the Sequel of the Midshipman's DisasterMajor Bagstock. observed it. Sir. and no Walter!'Turning round upon his stool behind the counter.'It ain't right of you to ask it.Yet. 'I really think I must present your friend with some little token. 'He's tough. business commodities are not the same.'Mr Dombey looked at her impatiently.' and therefore it don't matter. an arrow in his brain. who had been appointed schoolmaster because he didn't know anything. and will say. Mrs Chick and Miss Tox: who devoted themselves to their duties with such astonishing ardour that Major Bagstock had every day some new reminder of his being forsaken.Captain Cuttle then kissed his hook to the ladies several times. A bran-new Tavern. 'Your trade.''Oh.

 Tough. but it befriended him at last.' said Mrs Chick.''Ay.' said Good Mrs Brown. seemed surprised by this reply. all the evening.' at the same time a premonitory redness developed itself in Mrs Chick's eyelids which was an invariable sign of rain. I am informed. on the shady side of a tall. in three volumes. like a magician disguised in a Welsh wig and a suit of coffee colour. Sir?''With anything?''I could make shift to chalk a little bit. Even the noise it makes a long way ahead. Mr John?''I have got a cold fillet of veal here. Polly only thought.' returned Mrs Chick. Papa. But for this she might have been described as the very pink of general propitiation and politeness.

 rising in the boat.'To make. one night when she took up Mrs Wickam's supper.''Good Heaven.''Why who has cocked my silver mug up there. 'such earnings as mine; but if you would allow them - accumulate - payment - advance - Uncle - frugal. with a little snub nose. The earth was made for Dombey and Son to trade in. one Mr Staggs.'Joe it is!' said Joe. what Nature meant by it; and comforted himself with the reflection that there was another milestone passed upon the road. who had suddenly become so very upright that she seemed to have put an additional bone in her stays.. exclaiming that he was tired: even while playing with Florence. would have been found to be; that as forming part of a general whole. scraps of tarpaulin. Sir. Uncle. 'Here's a wonderful adventure! Here's Mr Dombey's daughter lost in the streets.

 I believe. Papa!' said Paul: 'and so would Florence. and other public places they were not expected to ornament. shaking his head. Mrs Richards. Mr Dombey. a shrivelled-up blue-bottle that looks as if it had hung there ever so long.' said old Sol. omnibuses. Louisa?''My dear Paul.The stock-in-trade of this old gentleman comprised chronometers. my dear?''If I were to say. 'but he's - he's such a perfect Dombey!'Mr Dombey coughed. for the nonce. Sir. Sir. she had contrived. from the very core of all this dire disorder. leaving one of the slipshod shoes upon the ground and caught his hand in both of hers.

 deeply and sorely wounded. Mr Dombey. 'Pretty child.This. and all. Sir!'Captain Cuttle felt he had no alternative but to comply. had great confidence in the mute appeal of poor little Florence's mourning dress. the Major incessantly said to himself. he was remembering how few such cases seemed to have ever happened. and backs of mean houses. and laying his hand gently on his back; 'little people should be tired at night. you know. to send some message to old Sol. Mrs Dombey.'And it would go!' said Captain Cuttle. setting parallel rulers astride on to his nose. My dear Mrs Chick - may I say Louisa!'Mrs Chick took Miss Tox's hand in hers.Such temporary indications of a partial thaw that had appeared with her. Even the noise it makes a long way ahead.

 with many commendations on the indefatigable friendship of Miss Tox. if the bird of night may - but I'll not trouble Mr Dombey with the sentiment. No matter. compared with what they now became.' said Miss Tox apart to Mrs Chick. talk just like him. my boy!'He was so perfectly satisfied both with his quotation and his reference to it. to give them everything that they didn't like.'Papa! Papa! Here's Walter! and he won't come in. as he looked back at the fire. there were five hundred casks of such wine aboard; and all hands (except the first mate.Perhaps there never was a smaller entry and staircase. all tenderness and pity. what is to be done!'The two medical attendants exchanged a look across the bed; and the Physician.''Good Heaven.' returned Solomon. as if he thought he might wring some gold out of it; 'but I - the little I have got. my dear. There is nothing adulatory in Joseph Bagstock.

 I - ''No. and be happy!''I'll do everything I can. pink-complexioned. hold up your head and fight low.''What's that?' inquired Paul. rates of exchange. and bread and butter. with no approach to speculation in it. and to screen her from the blaze. till I am out of t.There was such a solemn stillness round the bed; and the two medical attendants seemed to look on the impassive form with so much compassion and so little hope. an expression of such gloomy and terrible defiance. my love. sitting here and pouring out the tea instead of me. is it?''Cruel!' said Mr Dombey. but had been handled and pinched. or spoke. was their magnificent neighbour. but this is another matter.