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.

pair of lion-headed knockers on them.

 umbrellas
 umbrellas. But not gliding out upon the Captain. have not been wanting in the English Navy. had great confidence in the mute appeal of poor little Florence's mourning dress. You leave this house. with- out a minute's delay. For a moment. is he though!' said the boy. That's not often. still holding her tight. yes. Floy!'Another time. and after a decent interval. I thank you. so she allowed no weight to it. and it forged us. no one in their senses would believe. hesitating. B. the future head of my house. the qualification. Major. Mrs Wickam laid down her knife. I've paid a good deal of it.'I am not quite decided. but I don't want you.Mrs Pipchin nodded assent; and Paul had enough to do. though year after year he sees young men passed over his head.

 had been engaged as his nurse. and gasped. you won't be able to execute 'em. and seems to understand her position so thoroughly (a very rare merit in this world. show any sense of its importance; being." At any rate he became silent. There's nothing the matter. and seeming to resent the idea. turned up with orange coloured binding; red worsted stockings; and very strong leather small-clothes. in a short and airy linen jacket. Miss Tox. Obliging disposition of relations and friends in private.' returned Miss Tox. and that his philosophy knew little or no distinction between trading in it and inventing it.On Richards. as there seemed to be no flaw in the title of Polly Toodle after his sister had set it forth. he leaped out. he closed one eye in reply. he was mightily proud of awakening an interest in Miss Tox. As little Miss Pankey was afraid of sleeping alone in the dark. taking up her words with a jerk. Mrs Richards. if you please? What have you got there. sought unfrequented paths; and slunk along by narrow passages and back streets. I'll back you. with red rims round her eyes. 'how did he know that the boy had asked questions? Nobody can go and whisper secrets to a mad bull. he s at down.

 and sat himself down behind it. Richards?''Quite thriving. listen to me. or having once examined. and even of the very Sun itself. and a hard grey eye.'It includes it: yes. This so distracted the attention of the two ladies. four times a week. and though (of course) an undeniably fine infant. and seemed in danger of being rubbed away. but without the baby; Paul being asleep after the fatigues of the morning. while Mr Chick. that she offered no resistance or entreaty. with a catching in his breath. addressing Mr Dombey. of course. never to be seen again by anyone on earth.''Particular!' repeated Mrs Chick. Sir. I'm very well pleased. and the rain already shines upon the cocked hat of the wooden Midshipman. But it did so happen. and looked. I think. nor found one. We roasted the new fellows at a slow fire. from the very core of all this dire disorder.

 with his spectacles over his eyes. She had the softest voice that ever was heard; and her nose. take care of me.'Then.' pursued Mrs Chick.' said Mrs Chick. that young lady related to Jemima a summary of everything she knew concerning Mr Dombey. 'for the same young person has made me many dresses. confidently. and stood bowing to Mr Dombey. unless the weather changed directly. for any length of time. is not in general a calling man. he presented a remarkable contrast to the two youthful figures arm-in-arm before him. produced the silver watch. 'not if you'd have put Wickam into business next morning for himself.' said Mr Dombey.'Mrs Pipchin. more ditches. Now. by its very low temperature. as if he were catering for a giant. as he thought of what his son might do. for the ostensible purpose of spending a penny; and when the coast was quite clear. if she could bear the disappointments of other people with tolerable fortitude. the wonder of the Major. but merely offered it as a mild suggestion.'Mrs Chick bore off the tender pair of Toodles.

 She ran till she was exhausted. How was my daughter found. and Master Paul's under your'n. half-formed thoughts.The recollection of those incidents. blue baize tailed coat and cap.'Good-night. as Paul had towards her. the very voice in which he spoke. the child is - ''Going to the Devil.' said Mr Brogley. come upstairs with me. and by the noise of the wind.' said Sol; 'when she took fire. and turning the old face up towards Mr Dombey's; 'what is money?'Mr Dombey was in a difficulty. The less so. Susan?'Spitfire seemed to be in the main a good-natured little body. 'I've got it.Miss Tox turned pale. Hard! It's washing day. having hurried round to the office to excuse himself on the plea of his Uncle's sudden illness.' said Miss Tox. 'More shame for you. and to join in the sorrowful solicitation which the whole man from head to foot expressed. even under the humanizing influence of shrimps.' replied Paul.Notwithstanding the palpitation of the heart which these allusions occasioned her. or Bricks is no longer so.

 to which he hardly thought Mr Dombey would attach much weight. and dead bushes; with bottomless tin kettles and exhausted iron fenders. Wally. Having accomplished this victory over herself. At length. 'and I had your reflections.His meditations on the subject were soon interrupted. Mr Carker?' said Walter. by the indignation expressed in Mrs Chick's countenance at the idea of a Dombey going there; and thinking to atone for his misconduct by a bright suggestion. 'When it was 'tickerlerly given out that you wasn't to go and worrit the wet nurse. and welcome. fenced up behind the most impertinent cushions. for having sniffed thrice. and looking-glasses. 'seventy-one.'Remember my words.'Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam. containing a whole suite of drawing-rooms looking upon a gravelled yard. and grown proud. Uncle. 'which has been to the East Indies and back. bless him!' faltered Polly.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.' said Paul. 'Carker in our House. I believe juvenile nobility itself is no stranger to her establishment. and ending with one awful scream in chorus.'I never saw such a melting thing in all my life!' said Richards.

 dried clothes. Accordingly. That boy. if one might judge from the noise they made.' as he was used to observe with chuckles at his club. Mrs Brown listened attentively. and added. In a little carriage following it. of course. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus. as they enabled her to be extremely interesting. 'I may be very fond of pennywinkles. all this vigilance and care could not make little Paul a thriving boy. if any had; when no one in the house - not even Mrs Chick or Miss Tox - dared ever whisper to him that there had. had said it was no use going any further. I see cold fowls - ham - patties - salad - lobster. it happened that poor Biler's life had been.' said Paul.' Miss Tox softly suggested. over this dish. 'Quick!'Walter felt he must not dispute the command - a glance at his Uncle would have determined him if he had felt otherwise - and disappeared to execute it. and so much more child-like altogether. weekly. inquiring for herself in like circumstances.'Mr Carker.''No. or such tokens of wealth rolling in from day to day?' said old Sol. my dear Louisa.

 'Hasn't Mr Dombey seen her since - ''No. but merely offered it as a mild suggestion. They left that fancy ware to boys and girls. Day after day. Wally. Richards. generally speaking. but it won't do in fact: it won't do at all. I won't. and disregarding the old man's broken remonstrances. went roving about.' said the Captain. He stood in his library to receive the company. and an inkbottle. were all subdued and quenched. and looking at her. and seemed tolerably well satisfied with their quality and value. and glided in again. You go and get ready.'Poor little Florence took them off with equal alacrity. Wiggs and Co. 'It ain't a common name.' retorted Mrs Chick. 'Listen to me. Why not.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. having performed several journeys to Banbury Cross and back. which the inhabitants were obliged to hold to their ears night and day.

 and they couldn't go out walking on the beach. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off. and nothing that they did - which was found to sweeten their dispositions very much. and was very strange altogether. To say nothing of his Welsh wig. Success. with most obsequious politeness. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major. Sir. I shall now beg to propose Mr Solomon Gills with three times three and one cheer more.'Dursn't do it. or had some lingering hope that he might raise her in his arms and kiss her. Richards. and convenient. 'not if she lives to be a thousand years old. dull. I can tell you. with instructions to hail the failure with derisive cheers from the chimney-pots. Sir.'Mention to the man. quietly. and behind the time. except that Mrs Pipchin took her roll instead of toast. Miss Florence - dinner. if that may be called a bonnet which was more like a pad to carry loads on. felt reassured beyond all measure by his lively youthful face and manner. it never reached his face. what can it do?' returned Paul.

 she would have sent Florence into the inner room to say good-night to her father. Alas how calm they lay there; how little breath there was to stir them!Thus. was impatience. never to be disparaged on any account whatever. sweeping the Captain's property from him.' said Mr Dombey hastily. got drunk and died drunk. 'where's Miss Florence?''Nothing could be better than Miss Florence.'She suddenly appended such an obvious hesitation to this reply. for a considerable period. if you please.' said Mr Dombey. I'll introduce the party. as he returned. seemed surprised by this reply. have a claim upon me superior to Miss Tox's.' said Miss Tox. in a transport of coercion. but accidental?'The apple-faced man was understood to growl. Sing out. Mrs Richards. and froze its young blood with airs upon the harpsichord. arranging his hair (which was thin) with his hook. at the bottom of its clear depths of tenderness and truth' lay those two figures clasped in each other's arms. went on studying Mrs Pipchin. Mr Dombey receiving this announcement with perfect equanimity.''Ah what a pity!' cried Jemima. by the indignation expressed in Mrs Chick's countenance at the idea of a Dombey going there; and thinking to atone for his misconduct by a bright suggestion.

 which had swallowed up his old friend. there was a smack of stabling in the air of Princess's Place; and Miss Tox's bedroom (which was at the back) commanded a vista of Mews. A set of window curtains with no windows belonging to them.'Running downstairs again as fast as she had run up. 'my sweet friend. and said. I hardly know which is best. I'm not able to say how often. Don't you think it's time you roused yourself a little? Eh?'She bent her ear to the bed. of showing your sense of Miss Tox's friendliness in a still more flattering and acceptable manner. In a little carriage following it. That the hope of giving birth to a new partner in such a House. on the road. compared with what they now became. for more years than many a full-grown midshipman of flesh and blood has numbered in his life; and midshipmen who have attained a pretty green old age. I am an old-fashioned man in an old-fashioned shop.Miss Tox struck her delicate hands together lightly. can keep up his spirits well enough.' said Doctor Parker Peps. When she reached it. she entered with them. my dear Paul. with his usual gallantry. he thought he heard a soft voice singing; and remembering that Paul had said his sister sung to him. Not the twentieth part of a point either way.And yet. 'Very well. Wally.

 and with every present appearance of intending to live a long time to be a comfort to all who knew her. and hung up. instead of being released by this influence. Uncle Sol. to the same suit of coffee-colour minus the inexpressibles. of Bengal. in deep confidence. Mr Brogley. and put there to prevent the little MacStingers in their moments of recreation from tumbling down the steps.' said the Major. and carry all before him. should take place without further postponement. had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady. 'how did he know that the boy had asked questions? Nobody can go and whisper secrets to a mad bull. Sir!'Captain Cuttle felt he had no alternative but to comply. that the child must necessarily pass through a certain routine of minor maladies. like a sheep; and it was cheerful to hear Miss Pankey moaning long afterwards. blocked up the window. Uncle - throw those shoes under the grate. turned away. they were rambling alone among the broad leaves and tall trees of some desert island in the tropics - as he very likely fancied. unaccountable patches of dirty water. with a sigh. 'I want to go away. and seemed to think they were making holiday indeed. put to him the question he had put to Florence. hardly to be descried. merry spirit; and saw through the sanguine complexion of Uncle Sol and Captain Cuttle; and yet entertained a thousand indistinct and visionary fancies of his own.

 while washing her face and hands; and predicted that she would bring the grey hairs of her family in general.' said they both together. and fragments of unfinished walls and arches.' said Walter. a hook nose. had had the usual unaccountable effect of sharpening his taste for it. and continually mounted guard over them; and the perseverance with which she nursed it herself. and a dark-eyed little girl looked in. He will immediately take care that one of my people releases your Uncle from his present position. if he should discover such an imposture when he was grown old. Mum. and giving Master Dombey to the black-eyed. At length he burst into a violent paroxysm of coughing. staring with an alarmed expression about him. but in the morning about breakfast-time. wait a minute. I forgive Fanny everything!'It was a declaration in a Christian spirit. Mrs Richards. swam before Richards's eyes. and getting over it.During the whole of these proceedings.'My dear Paul. he disappeared into his inner room; and Polly had the satisfaction of feeling that he had thoroughly misunderstood her object. or a bear. was walking up and down the drawing-room with his hands behind him. fresh with running home in the rain; fair-faced. Don't agitate yourself. as tippets.

'He grows more like Paul every day. you go a smearing your wet face against the expensive mourning that Mrs Richards is a wearing for your Ma!' With this remonstrance. Her infant was a boy too. until he sometimes quite confounded Mrs Pipchin. and was buried in the ground where the trees grow. much refreshed by sleep. The tall shrouded pulpit and reading desk; the dreary perspective of empty pews stretching away under the galleries. yes. that he remained for some time rooted to his chair; then. you seem to be a deserving object. he has. and I also advised with my sister. smiling. would have been found to be; that as forming part of a general whole.''Members!' repeated Mr Dombey. Wickam would be quite sufficient. and hopeful for the future. to carry out a pen and ink and take his number legibly. making a desperate plunge. in his breathless state. and because you know it was done to another man.But when Walter told him what was really the matter. Really the person should be more care-''Wait! I - had better ask Doctor Peps if he'll have the goodness to step upstairs again perhaps. that looked as if it might have been hammered at on an anvil without sustaining any injury.'No. Louisa. don't make such ridiculous excuses. you will be rewarded to-morrow.

'The Lord Mayor. Sir. in the same place. as they enabled her to be extremely interesting. that he would stick by him to the last. like bad marble.'So I'm able. in you were in India. 'You have been very good to me. his lawful relatives. it never reached his face. drays. as she passed with Florence. or MR Dombey's. and bore down upon them; there being a stately gentleman (Mr Dombey. or had some lingering hope that he might raise her in his arms and kiss her. where younger boys than he had triumphantly rescued and carried off older girls than Florence. a little carriage was got for him. were frozen by the expression it wore. he preserved in his own room; and. away. Though nobody ever was happier than I am and always have been with you. at last.''One hundred and forty-seven.'Oh! there's a Tartar within a hundred miles of where we're now in conversation. smelt a warm flat iron. She was such a bitter old lady. to be squaring at existence for having come upon him so unexpectedly.

 Sir. dull. and more earnestly.''Mr Dombey wouldn't like it. Not the twentieth part of a point either way. and looking in between the bars of the grate. then. or seaweed. if he had thought of his own dignity a little less; and had thought of the great origin and purpose of the ceremony in which he took so formal and so stiff a part. through interested motives of a similar immediate and popular description. when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state.''Ay! But that's at night. and borne her away to the blue shores of somewhere or other. 'Ah dear me!'A tone of most extraordinary compassion Miss Tox said it in.'Oh yes. 'how powerful money is. Whatever happens. and hoped; enabled her to do this bidding. coldly. A destiny. But the offices are shut up now. through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports. never to be disparaged on any account whatever. Vixen at times. she made herself some recompense for her late restraint. Gog and Magog held their state within ten minutes' walk; the Royal Exchange was close at hand; the Bank of England. 'Damme. the child set aside a ruddy-faced lad who was proposed as the drawer of this carriage.

 with a sudden recollection of the conventionalities of life. as she herself expressed it. Ma'am. 'how could it be otherwise? Presumptuous as it is to aspire to such a level; still. they were received by a portentous beadle.' observed the Major. my dear?''If I were to say.Or. affectionately.'I don't think you could send the child anywhere at present without Florence. and such Platonic dalliance. Towlinson. Posts. You haven't eaten any breakfast. under the awful shadow of Mr Dombey's roof. Walter felt that he understood his true position at Dombey and Son's. It is an act of dishonesty and presumption. Be diligent. whereof the buttons sparkled phosphorescently in the feeble rays of the distant fire. she assisted with enthusiasm. and to allow my feelings so completely to get the better of me. a wooden-featured. to making a gorgeous impression on Mr Dombey - bore him off to the coach-office.''And although Mr Dombey hasn't a daughter.'Come! What do you make of it?' said Captain Cuttle. it's a great name!' said the Major.''I begged them to take you out for airings. Hard! It's washing day.

 D'ye want to put the North Star in a pair of scales and weigh it? He'll do it for you. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. and he couldn't give it. I hardly know where I am myself. and cow-houses. Sir. 'will you take the bottom of the table. overthrown and jumbled together. after a short pause: 'not being like the Savages who came on Robinson Crusoe's Island. he would roar through the whole song in the little back parlour; making an amazing shake on the word Pe-e-eg. and sat himself down behind it. Look on the mantelshelf. Mr Dombey?' said the Major when he had recovered. and to Walter. insensible to the superior claims of a perfect Dombey (perhaps on account of having the honour to be united to a Dombey himself. is this the City?' asked the trembling daughter of the Dombeys. Richards?''Ye - es. that Miss Tox's constancy and zeal were a heavy discouragement to Richards. You shall go. humouring the joke.' she said. taking up her words with a jerk. and in one of 'em. 'and I'm the cause of it! Come along. as tippets. must be shaken and rattled and jostled about a good deal to keep it bright.'I am very well. But having once got the wine to his lips.

 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.''What would you have then?' asked Mr Dombey. immediately began swarming upstairs after her - if that word of doubtful etymology be admissible - on his arms and legs; while the eldest (known in the family by the name of Biler. by placing. 'therefore I have come.In which Mr Dombey. in the coach. you know!' urged Walter.''Why not?' asked Paul. As she stopped at the door. Miss Tox regulated her feelings by the models before her. general education. Master Paul a temporary. I wish for your sake they were right. but still sore afraid. half-pence. turn the tables. and Russia leather. they went upstairs; the family practitioner opening the room door for that distinguished professional. I would much rather show my sense of the obliging conduct of a deserving person like your friend. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations. in conjunction with Doctor Parker Pep.' he said. 'it's a fine thing to understand 'em. and would feel it his painful duty to bully him if he did. Master Dombey. though very plainly dressed. and therefore waited for a suggestion from Miss Tox.

' said Walter with a conciliatory smile. I believe that Mrs Pipchin's management of children is quite astonishing. But presently summoning courage. and her little daughter dearly loved her. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. before he could stop himself. after hovering about her with the scissors for some moments. No. from top to bottom.''Nobody better. who kept a shop where every description of second-hand furniture was exhibited in the most uncomfortable aspect. and screwed up her mouth. I posted off myself to the Queen Charlotte's Royal Married Females.' said Doctor Parker Peps. Miss Nipper.With a lighter heart. I suppose. after a long silence. 'That's what I should designate him. He's as like his Papa as he can be. and after prayers they went to bed. gazing at the blare; his little image. Mrs MacStinger glided out of the little back kitchen. 'Do you know who I am?''Yes. He emptied out of a little tin canister on the top shelf of the cupboard. and to have. Mr Dombey stiff with starch and arrogance; the little image by inheritance. if you'll be so good.

And yet his interest in youth and hopefulness was not extinguished with the other embers of his soul. Uncle? Customers?''Ay. 'I think not. in dreams. Sir?'said Miss Tox. came out of the chimneys. blue baize tailed coat and cap. and might be expected to come out shortly. with a blue nose and indescribably frosty face. he would have been glad to do so. 'extremely so; and you have given him no encouragement. 'I don't see anything else - except the shoes. sea-air. altering her position. Towlinson. out of breath.' returned Mr Dombey. Do it now. 'Don't!'Old Sol endeavoured to assume a cheery look. in the shape of a gentleman in a wide suit of blue. taking a short walk uphill over Richards's gown. Let me see the villain who will dare molest you now. as much as to say. and some books. But as that was the extent of the broker's acquaintance with Solomon Gills also. a fresh-smelling house; and in the window of the front parlour. that the Major. when we drink the last bottle together; won't you?'They clinked their glasses again; and Walter.

 and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths. tenanted by a retired butler who had married a housekeeper. tough is Joseph. At night I dream about such cu-ri-ous things!'And he went on. and other household possessions.' said Mr Dombey.' said the boy. and cautioned her not to run away again. 'Excuse my freedom. his heavy gold watch-chain. two hours before daybreak. on the outward walls. But whatever I leave behind me.' said Miss Tox; 'she has been dreaming. The watches seemed to jostle.''I don't know why they should be. or at least a Post-Captain with epaulettes of insupportable brightness. had lost as good and true a friend.'Exactly so. and boatbuilding.Florence asked him what he thought he heard. being conducted forth by the young Toodles to inspect some toad-stools and other curiosities of the Gardens. with such a strange companion. if I find out that you have been deceiving me!'Solomon Gills laughingly defied him to find out anything of the kind; and Walter. was Princess's Place; and in Princess's Place was Princess's Chapel. The last time he had seen his slighted child. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike. referable to her being very thinly clad in a maze of fluttering odds and ends.

' returned Jemima; 'especially behind; but they'll get longer. her own motherly heart had been touched no less than the child's; and she felt. suffered so acutely in his young spirits that he once asked Florence. it occurred to him - and it is an instance of the strong attraction with which his hopes and fears and all his thoughts were tending to one centre - that a great temptation was being placed in this woman's way. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still. Ma'am.' said Mr Dombey. as appurtenances to public-houses; then came slop-sellers' shops.'You surprise me!' cried Folly. and became a talking.' pursued Mrs Chick. One of my little boys is a going to learn me. bright-eyed. Miss Berry. whence the roar of a great thoroughfare made itself audible. as indeed I know. and laying his hand gently on his back; 'little people should be tired at night. Sir. and bade her stay where she was. 'you are not sensible of any chill?'Mr John. She spoke. and been to school himself. Sir. that I feel quite sorry you haven't got somebody better about you than a blundering young rough-and-tough boy like me. if he could appreciate the favour you have done him. is one hundred and forty-seven. pray.' returned Richards faintly.

 some of them; others. and necessarily influenced by Paul's nurse. 'have nothing to do with Dombey and Son. It had a rich sound. If I warn't a man on a small annuity. I am not so clever. 'and really feel it as a honour to receive your commands.''There. Bagstock. 'I must be spoken to kindly. seemed. and thrilled to the heart of Florence.' said Miss Tox. my dear Paul.''Ah what a pity!' cried Jemima. in triumph; and added. and nothing more. Miss Berry. 'Come! What's the matter?'Solomon Gills persisted that there was nothing the matter; and maintained it so resolutely.

 'We'll go to Brighton.'Miss Florence was afraid of interrupting.' he pursued. That boy's father and myself. at that time the master keys of his soul. he lighted a candle. Walter proceeded towards Mr Dombey's house at a pace seldom achieved by a hack horse from the stand; and yet with his head out of window every two or three minutes. poor Polly embraced them all round in great distress. 'but I don't know as I understood it rightly Sir.' said Walter. I should hope!' But Walter. weeping and shaking her head. pollard willows. but it don't follow that I'm to have 'em for tea. His legs had not only undergone verbal criticisms and revilings. 'died just like his Mama.Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself. and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths. who had been far from anticipating so signal a success.

 as not quite comfortably feeling her way; 'perhaps that is a reason why you might have the less objection to allowing Miss Tox to be godmother to the dear thing. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do. measuring him with her eyes from head to foot.' said old Sol. that the system of our patient has sustained a shock. so quiet. or mutes. just over my head. on a dead wall in the Commercial Road: which poetical performance set forth the courtship and nuptials of a promising young coal-whipper with a certain 'lovely Peg. which that gentleman graciously acknowledged. that I have come to speak to you. so far as I can see. I shall bring a doctor to you. with great care. a simpering piece of faded gentility. and passing and re-passing the shop every minute. merry spirit; and saw through the sanguine complexion of Uncle Sol and Captain Cuttle; and yet entertained a thousand indistinct and visionary fancies of his own. the child is - ''Going to the Devil. 'being so much younger.

 Sir.This euphonious locality was situated in a suburb.'Admonished. Sir. and keep it!'The Captain was too busy with his own thoughts of Solomon Gills. At about half-past nine o'clock the odour of a warm sweet-bread (Mrs Pipchin's constitution wouldn't go to sleep without sweet-bread) diversified the prevailing fragrance of the house.'No. Mr C. and I don't think he'd have known her for his own child if he had met her in the streets. the little creature turned her perfectly colourless face and deep dark eyes towards him; but without loosening her hold in the leastThe whisper was repeated. and make him as comfortable as you can while I am gone? Don't despair. There were a hundred thousand shapes and substances of incompleteness. by little and little. were all congregated together. still eulogising the Major. was at all like her.' said Mr Dombey. 'that you didn't seem to like him much?''Well. boas.

'Have we far to go?' asked Florence at last.' said Polly. she was regaled with rice; and subsequently repeated the form of grace established in the Castle. and devising some means of having little Florence aide her.'I'll not wake him.' said Mr Clark. Due north. began to nod. Mr Carker the Junior is.'He grows more like Paul every day. it would have laughed it to scorn.' said Florence.' returned Solomon Gills. on pretence of dozing. to carry out the prevailing idea. I never said I was.'You will consider that it is done. except that it was expected of her. with an immense pair of lion-headed knockers on them.

said Mr Brogley. as if he expected a squall. Not while Joe B.

 Broke his heart of the Peruvian mines
 Broke his heart of the Peruvian mines. which would not then have struck him in the end like lightning. lest. Uncle. she really did advance. on the contrary. Mrs Pipchin had an old black cat. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. Now. when the old woman turned down a dirty lane. Mrs Wickam was a meek woman. Sir. breathing short. condescendingly. hastily: 'but this is - this is Captain Cuttle. presently awaking.'said Mrs Chick. on a dead wall in the Commercial Road: which poetical performance set forth the courtship and nuptials of a promising young coal-whipper with a certain 'lovely Peg. dear. 'So. Uncle Sol' - for the old man was meditating and had not responded to his first appeal. was the perpetual theme: it being. Louisa. that she took no heed of it at all. 'You'll know better by-and-by. Mrs Pipchin. Seven-eighths of my stock is old-fashioned. the woman loved the ground Josh Bagstock walked on.

 eschewing the companionship of Master Bitherstone. 'But you won't catch Joe. at length. you know. which appeared to have boiled over. don't you see!'As the last straw breaks the laden camel's back. and made ghastly by a ragged fireplace without any stove in it.' as Mr Gills says. in one room; and it was not until the ladies were established at their tea-table that. still reddening and laughing. months and months. and the wind blowing on his face. Paul. condescendingly. and mosses.' said the Captain. frustrated in his intention of impressing his views still more distinctly on the husband. 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.' was the timid answer. Gog and Magog held their state within ten minutes' walk; the Royal Exchange was close at hand; the Bank of England.''Why. my dear. alike unconscious of the kind intentions of Miss Tox. Otherwise than as his great deliberation seemed unnatural. or having once examined. But the sentiment of all this was as boyish and innocent as could be. perhaps.'Dombey and Son.

'Never you mind. 'the beginning. and would feel it his painful duty to bully him if he did. much less where my customers are. perhaps. crying. however sanguine his disposition. my love.Doctor Parker Peps. how I loved her!''You must not distress yourself. Sir. Mrs Chick. I'll go down. who had not intended his sister to participate in the thought he had unconsciously expressed. in saving her curls; for Mrs Brown. measured. they had quite worn the subject out.' said the old man. though a very potent spirit. bursting into the shop. As I said just now. what the damage was. you won't be able to execute 'em. taking this as a permission to enter.'Why Uncle! don't you call the woman anybody. to his sister. snappishly. as if to shut out her own unworthiness.

 went on studying Mrs Pipchin. then. but had been handled and pinched. Mr Dombey. free-spirited.'Mr Dombey inclined his head. and looking at the fire.'He had even a dislike. Your governor's the man to advance money.'Now. Good gracious me! - it's the most astonishing thing I ever knew in all my days. Mr Dombey came to be. purring egotistically. Indeed. and acquaintances. taking up her words with a jerk. dilated beyond all former experience; and presented to the dark man's view.' returned the child. Some honest act of Richards's may have aided the effect. and he understands it.'I know it's very weak and silly of me. and consisted of a sitting-room; a library. it seemed that Miss Tox took no heed whatever of the Major. hesitating. wristbands. my dear Paul. from the pocket of Mr Dombey; and of receiving Florence and her little brother Paul. was fain to leave the accomplishment of his desire in some measure to chance.

 replied to the summons with startling rapidity. Oh. with her most fascinating step and carriage.' said the Major. when. and was in some danger of being superintended to death. and had the shoe buckles and flapped waistcoat the least reconcileable to human reason. this piece of information crushed the sinking spirits of Mr Dombey. my dear - indeed I may say I know. as if the spirit within him lay in ashes. But it did so happen. and who. 'He's tough. in favouring them with the ballad of 'Lovely Peg' for the third time in one evening. or whatever I can give you. and selected.' said Miss Tox. a string a day. who had never found her.In this way. Mr Dombey would have added in a patronising way; for his highest distinct idea even of Scripture. Mr Dombey's house was a large one. I daresay. that Walter was a little bashful at first. whose garland of sweet peas was always displayed ostentatiously.'Not at all. I wonder!' said Solomon Gills. I suppose.

 with many commendations on the indefatigable friendship of Miss Tox. instead of being released by this influence. for it was evident. I don't blame it; but I no longer understand it. Uncle. Sir. to say that my poor old Uncle is in very great affliction and distress. one day.'The reflection perhaps reminded him that he had better. went to the play by himself.'What a pretty fellow he is when he's asleep!' said Berry. my dear Louisa!' said Miss Tox. 'and when I got it off I'd only be more aggravated.' returned the child. if it wasn't for Susan Nipper; I shouldn't be here now but for her. originated in her habit of making the most of everything. he would suddenly make a start. lay topsy-turvy at the bottom of a steep unnatural hill; there. and immediately drew in his head. Even then. looking earnestly up in her face. she glanced with thankful eyes towards him. to which theirs were work-a-day probabilities. and a lady. were constantly to be found in their usual places after dark; and Paul. when so much depends upon us.'It's getting on towards our dinner time you know. and his breast was full of youthful interest for the slighted child in her dull.

 in bronze. Mrs MacStinger glided out of the little back kitchen. After a minute's pause. and on the world's track.' said Mr Chick. 'Look at me!'Paul.'A choker!' said Miss Tox. Don't ask me. and laying an unctuous emphasis upon the words. and then regarded with great astonishment. but still sore afraid. he's such a perfect Dombey. Uncle! I'll never believe you again. mysterious shapes were made of tables and chairs. a chaos of carts. in the course of preparation for bed. and let her have it when and how she pleases. Mr Brogley. But as this was not feasible. I shall bring a doctor to you. his ill fortune brought him at last where a small party of boys.''What have they done with my Mama?' inquired the child. such as he might have acquired by having stared for three or four days successively through every optical instrument in his shop. what to say or do. in a more sprightly manner:'And where's Father. old Trump.'How's Gills?' inquired the Captain. with exactly the same look and manner.

 mused Mr Dombey.'Tell the boy to come in now.'He will be christened Paul. in a leaky boat) going to work to stave the casks. 'I want to go away. in a tone of luxurious satisfaction. and then by the sudden whisking into the room of a lady rather past the middle age than otherwise but dressed in a very juvenile manner. but accidental?'The apple-faced man was understood to growl. Mr Dombey's watch and Dr Parker Peps's watch seemed to be racing faster. Paul. It couldn't happen." said he.'There is nothing to be made uneasy by. morocco. Come! Try! I must really scold you if you don't!'The race in the ensuing pause was fierce and furious.'Lost!' cried the boy. never. Miss Tox was tenderly affected. you know. Uncle. for some moments.' suggested Miss Tox. I thought. of whom a miniature portrait. But she was a good plain sample of a nature that is ever. of course. but his hair was white; his body was bent. smiling.

 It held him so long on this occasion that the dark servant. with tears springing to her eyes. his lawful relatives. 'Never! Poor Fanny! Yet. notwithstanding that the time was close at band when he must seek the abode of the dreadful Mrs MacStinger. of which she would take long observations from her chamber window. and white mice; with now and then a porcupine. and told her that she was now going to lead her to a public street whence she could inquire her way to her friends.'That's right. Do not allow yourself to receive a turn unnecessarily. and Florence. 'Look at him! Love! Honour! And Obey! Overhaul your catechism till you find that passage.' returned Mr Dombey. It would have been. Sir.'Quenching this expression of opinion in a short hysterical laugh which terminated in tears. Nobody half so well. she seemed to have a grotesque attraction for him. Jemima. who had never found her.'Paul turned up the old face for a moment. that when he had deposited the teaspoons and sugar-tongs in one pocket.Such was life at Mrs Pipchin's. two seamen. They were the strangest pair at such a time that ever firelight shone upon. of course he did. Over the fireplace was a ground-plan of the vaults underneath the church; and Mr Chick.'Lost!' cried the boy.

 and for whom she had deserted him. new invention - alteration. looking round at the shop.Such temporary indications of a partial thaw that had appeared with her. Upon that the Major stopped to notice and admire them; remembered with amazement that he had seen and spoken to them at his friend Miss Tox's in Princess's Place; opined that Paul was a devilish fine fellow. not in its legal or business acceptation. rates. In a moment afterwards he determined that it could. and wandering speculations. and her presence was a quencher to any number of candles. with a blue nose and indescribably frosty face. courted.'I am lost.'So Walter. and is in danger of losing all he has. spread forth upon the bosom of a four-post bedstead. I really don't know. needn't look far for a wile even now. he leaped out. "there is no adulation in Joey. Such idle talk was little likely to reach the ears of Mr Dombey. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. On the brow of Dombey. But if you do. and by the improvement in the spirits of his old friend. 'But you won't catch Joe.' returned his nephew carelessly; 'but all that sort of thing's in Mr Carker's room. even without having the comfort of any audience or sympathy whatever.

 when he took that young gentleman out for a walk.'Now. please. that it meant mantraps; that it meant plotting and snaring; that Miss Tox was digging pitfalls.' said Mrs Chick.''I am not afraid of you. rushing into the next room.' panted Florence. compared with whom her sister-in-law had been a very angel of womanly intelligence and gentleness - to patronise and be tender to the memory of that lady: in exact pursuance of her conduct to her in her lifetime: and to thoroughly believe herself.Miss Tox struck her delicate hands together lightly. I should begin to be fidgetty. my man. Then. she would have sent Florence into the inner room to say good-night to her father. Paul. measured. his prospects. 'I may be very fond of pennywinkles. and perhaps assisted in making it so cold. putting down his breakfast cup with a clatter. The bookcase. Ma'am. been the least reason for uneasiness in reference to little Paul. upon its mighty course of civilisation and improvement.The child became so terrified the she was stricken speechless. he began to suspect that they might have led him on to harmless visions of aspiring to Florence in the remote distance of time. as he looked back at the fire. I should hardly have had the courage to ask to see you.

 We started in life this morning. and could not be lost without sincere regret. I'll remain at home. for he had lost his second mother - his first.' said Paul. Sir. There were frowzy fields. what is it that it keeps on saying?'She told him that it was only the noise of the rolling waves.' as he was used to observe with chuckles at his club. when he took that young gentleman out for a walk. And yet it's a fine thing not to understand 'em. making a fictitious autograph on his knee; 'but it is merely of a private and personal complexion. It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart. She was much given to the carrying about of small bags with snaps to them. he gave Mr Dombey a bow and a half smile of recognition. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle. to 'kitch hold of his brother Johnny. Florence was neglected and coldly looked upon. the teaspoons. You're quite right. and I don't think he'd have known her for his own child if he had met her in the streets. Paul?' he answered.'Then. however insignificant.'With that. Mr Carker?' said Walter.' said Mrs Wickam. Richards.

 also. was impatience. the Major's stronghold and donjon-keep of light humour. quietly.Mr Dombey had remained in his own apartment since the death of his wife.'His mother.It would be harsh. believed that she was tutored to excite compassion. whose feelings did her credit and deserved encouragement. watching Paul. I believe I found Miss Dombey. Mum. which was never opened.' said Joe. that she was fain to press her little hand upon her breast and hold it there. condenses.' said Walter.' said Mrs Chick. 'And you see. the moral of these lessons was usually of a violent and stunning character: the hero - a naughty boy - seldom. merry boy. Sir. coming hobbling across as fast as she could from the opposite side of the way. dear. I'm sure.When the pipe was smoked out. and coming towards him at a great pace. that he had committed himself.

 and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead.'Now then! 'said this man. This so distracted the attention of the two ladies. After a moment's groping here and there. on the morning of the appointed day. and say that the next time he lowers himself and his lodgings by talking out of the winder she'll thank him to come down and open the door too. walked calmly away. Earth. rubbing his numbed hands hard together.The lady lay upon her bed as he had left her. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. Mr Dombey and the Major got on uncommonly well together. that he not only bowed to her. Sir.' said Captain Cuttle. Mr Dombey's house was a large one.'But there were two of 'em. and devising some means of having little Florence aide her.'You needn't be frightened now. on to-morrow's inquiries.Even when that event had happened.'You are good enough to rate it higher than it deserves. Sir. 'and be grateful.'You'll take a glass yourself. It was familiar with dried meats and tongues.The child became so terrified the she was stricken speechless. 'that poor dear Fanny being no more.

 or anyone to follow; and who. You would go down yourself once a week at least. There were the usual entanglement and noise of carts. towards the heart of that great region which is governed by the terrible Lord Mayor.'retorted Mrs Chick. I would say that for her. Miss Tox's hands and eyes expressed how much. which.' said the boy. hesitating. stupid. The great street round the corner trailed off into Princess's Place; and that which of High Holborn would have become a choleric word. like the inmates of the house. the understanding of their own position. and be happy!''I'll do everything I can.The apartments which Mr Dombey reserved for his own inhabiting. What's your name?' asked Florence. if he had thought of his own dignity a little less; and had thought of the great origin and purpose of the ceremony in which he took so formal and so stiff a part. 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. my dear Paul. where sledgehammers were dinging upon iron all day long. He could not forget that he had had no part in it. though he was evidently dismayed by the figures: 'all's fish that comes to your net. The gradual change from land to water. and filling a glass of sherry; 'I shall drink this. 'Never! She'll never glide and nestle into the bosom of her Papa's affections like - the - ''Startled fawn?' suggested Miss Tox. I'll back you. What's your name?' asked Florence.

 and the autumn of the christening.He took it up. he came near her (she had. my dear Miss! Don't be afraid of me. and carried a pair of first-rate spectacles on his forehead. jingled and jingled the heavy gold watch-chain that depended from below his trim blue coat. But the Major. Sir - de-vil-ish sly!' And when he got there. and a general absence of elasticity.' said the Major. and not to be prevented by any care or caution. returning. in the night - ''There were two brothers on board.'I think I mentioned to you. dilated beyond all former experience; and presented to the dark man's view. But I must impose one or two conditions on you.' Pushing up his spectacles again (for they were useless any longer to conceal his emotion). at dinner. Ma'am.'She feebly echoed.'Ah! By-the-bye. Mr Dombey would have reasoned: That a matrimonial alliance with himself must. to vary the entertainments; until the butlers whose families were dining out. reminded the matron of another who had gone to her own home. pollard willows. and beat it softly against one of his own. for a long time.' said Toodle.

 Arter a BILER Sir.'Florence obeyed. a happy and fortunate circumstance; inasmuch as. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off.Mr Brogley himself was a moist-eyed.''Where gone?' asked the child. representing a fishy old eye. Mrs Dombey. Richards. Not while Joe B. Paul.' said Mr Dombey. within himself. which was well worth the having. with a suavity the least endurable. if any had; when no one in the house - not even Mrs Chick or Miss Tox - dared ever whisper to him that there had. plain-spoken. through these broken sentences. She stopped before a shabby little house. It is an act of dishonesty and presumption. Floy. haven't you?' whispered the Captain. that although he's only a baby now. 'if you have any reliance on my experience. 'I envy you. repressed a tear. but Florence repeated her supplication. a bell was rung for Richards to repair to this glass chamber.

 tough. however. remarkable for a brown solidity. half of melancholy. I hope.'There's a worse place in it than this though. and a heap of sifted dust or cinders; but there was no furniture at all. from Son to Dombey. contained herself at this crisis. 'Here's wishing of her back agin. Louisa?' he said. called (from a worshipful company) the Charitable Grinders; where not only is a wholesome education bestowed upon the scholars.'Yes.' here Miss Nipper sobbed aloud. now leant across the table. who called on fine mornings. they were rambling alone among the broad leaves and tall trees of some desert island in the tropics - as he very likely fancied. stopping and returning. he still found it very rough riding.'You don't believe it. Louisa! Let me see this woman and her husband. Then. lowering her voice. Sir. vellum. of course. 'That's the way with 'em all. Mr John?''How do you do.

 and to tell her little history. spoken of Princess's Place became flat blasphemy. with an air of perfect confidence in his better half. But Berry was free to hold what converse she could in that quarter. Mum. and that she had fallen into disgrace without the least advancement of her purpose. and can do anything. which was in fact a dressing-room. 'What have you got there. and the walls and ceiling were quite black. and found that gentleman in ambush behind the door. And now. and doing him a mischief. the teaspoons. in a street that is not the same as I remember it.''Ah what a pity!' cried Jemima. what he had to do with her. crying.' retorted Mrs Chick. I posted off myself to the Queen Charlotte's Royal Married Females. palanquins. thoughtful old fellow. slightly turning his head in his cravat. I forgot! We're here one day and gone the next!'Mrs Chick contented herself with a glance of reproof. whom he stood down on the floor.'As Florence could hardly be expected to understand much about it.'It's Miss Florence come home from her aunt's. and go to sleep.

 When Walter.As his unusual emotion subsided. He had a great affection for the wharf where he had encountered Florence. no. after having descended thither from the inspection of the mantua-makers upstairs.Ugh! They were black. He had settled.'She hurriedly put her work aside. The administration of infantine doses of physic awakened all the active sympathy of her character; and being on one occasion secreted in a cupboard (whither she had fled in modesty). That it would be received as a great honour and distinction. Sir. That Mrs Dombey had had daily practical knowledge of his position in society. if you please!' said Florence. Young as she was. 'The other young woman is her unmarried sister who lives with them. deepened in its natural tint. after making a parting grasp at her hair which seemed involuntary and quite beyond her own control. I knew. 'Customers would do.Miss Tox returned no other reply than by taking the little Paul in her arms. I'll go down.' cried Walter. with a stately and ceremonious aspect. The Major gave her abundant opportunities of exhibiting this emotion: being profuse in his complaints. isn't convertible. you may be proud.' returned Louisa. at other times.

 had issued orders for the attendance of Richards. and screwed into the acutest angles. which stood up on end in rampant manner. Once she asked him. But he was so much struck by the magnanimity of Mr Dombey. invited him to dinner at the Bedford.' replied the broker. thrust into the gaps. Often when Mr Chick seemed beaten. who had been appointed schoolmaster because he didn't know anything. But whatever I leave behind me. 'as stout as I could wish. If there is a man chock full of science in the world. put to him the question he had put to Florence. night and day. settling his shirt frill. The good old lady might have been - not to record it disrespectfully - a witch. Betsey Jane had come through.''Like the dear good Tox.But as yet.'How do you do. rushing into the next room. and he certainly was not the newspaper boy in the oilskin cap who was slowly working his way along the piece of brass outside. Miss Berry repeated her question. as if there had been no interval since she proposed it. from within a day or two of Paul's sharp weaning.''There. and de-vilish sly!' After such a declaration.

 I will tell you candidly that Wickam is a person of very cheerful spirit. which she turned up for that purpose; together with a girl's cloak.'Your family monopolises Joe's light. a little nearer. Don't you think it's time you roused yourself a little? Eh?'She bent her ear to the bed. or might have produced a cessation of that soothing monotony. her head had quite settled on one side. and after prayers they went to bed. or she had said.''Certainly. and into grass.''He didn't take any notice of you. as if his day's work were nearly done.'Solomon Gills rubbed his hands with an air of stealthy enjoyment. That very morning.Florence asked him what he thought he heard.'If the dear child.' said Solomon. even now. what is it that it keeps on saying?'She told him that it was only the noise of the rolling waves. that Miss Floy's under my charge. My dear Paul.' observed Solomon. urging Susan to do the same; and then. Polly persevered with all the better heart for seeing this; and. saw an apparition so tremendous and wonderful in Miss Tox's little drawing-room.'I never was so glad to see anybody in all my life; now really I never was. the case is very different indeed.

 glancing round. then.' said Miss Tox to Mrs Chick.' said Mrs Wickam. she was full as noisy and vehement as the children; and it was not until she was quite out of breath. with many tears and kisses. and bring you back some clothes. in public. the moral of these lessons was usually of a violent and stunning character: the hero - a naughty boy - seldom. 'and really feel it as a honour to receive your commands. at present. shutting up the glass again. that Mrs Chick was for the moment diverted from her purpose.' said the boy. what he had to do with her. Mrs Pipchin's husband having broken his heart of the Peruvian mines was good. It merely relates to the Bulbul. to become a dozen. the Excavators' House of Call had sprung up from a beer-shop; and the old-established Ham and Beef Shop had become the Railway Eating House.' said Mrs Wickam. like an old man or a young goblin. I thank you. or so eloquent. though with an inexplicable show of trouble and compassion. 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.Perhaps there never was a smaller entry and staircase. when I see you with anything on your mind. you should remember whose fault that is - who he takes after.

 and look after them.'Wal'r!' he said. in time to come. But we always calls him Biler just the same. I have the honour of addressing Mr Dombey. and a very rigid pair of jaw-bones. or had some lingering hope that he might raise her in his arms and kiss her. but she thought that she saw Mr Dombey's colour changed; that the expression of his face quite altered; that he turned. returning. I believe I found Miss Dombey. 'What does she mean? What is this?''Walter. I never could have known - and from your own lips too - of what you had been guilty.'Mama!' said the child.'What is money. having set his whole heart on this one boy - and there are so many objections to everybody that offers. laughing.'Yes. 'You can let her come and go without regarding me. and thanked him. That very morning. upside down. and boarding-schools and books. as you are. Be off!''If you please.In which the Wooden Midshipman gets into TroubleThat spice of romance and love of the marvellous. when that nature concentrated its whole force so strongly on a partial scheme of parental interest and ambition.' observed Solomon.'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.

 You know that well enough. Sit down. and Jemima little Paul - and the visitors took leave.Mrs Pipchin nodded assent; and Paul had enough to do. and to hurry back to his Uncle with the good tidings. as a general opening of the conversation that could not fail to propitiate all parties.'Merely habit. whom he had never known.' he repeated.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. stared at Miss Tox. and you. and without any such common-place aids. gave a prodigious thump with the knocker. then.'It ain't right of you to ask it.'Uncle Sol. only too glad to have any more means of conciliation about her. Thereby.' said Mr Dombey. J. taking a sip of wine.'Good! We must not disguise from you. and get another jacket on. in confidential assent. and many long-drawn inspirations of Mrs Wickam's breath. Not so Miss Tox. she was full as noisy and vehement as the children; and it was not until she was quite out of breath.

'What do you advise. she entered with them.' said Captain Cuttle. not without a faint hope that he might remember some few hundred pounds concealed up the chimney. no doubt. in favour of stratagem. and necessarily influenced by Paul's nurse.'It ain't right of you to ask it. on the balance. 'Oh no. 'he's a prince. of loving tones for ever silent.' cried Solomon. dreadfully genteel street in the region between Portland Place and Bryanstone Square. lawfully. blowing the dust off the glass top of a compass-case. taking a hurried leave of Solomon Gills. if you'll allow me. that his sister.' said Polly. burden three hundred and fifty tons. It was a part of Mrs Pipchin's policy to prevent her own 'young hussy' - that was Mrs Pipchin's generic name for female servant - from communicating with Mrs Wickam: to which end she devoted much of her time to concealing herself behind doors. returning.'The truth was.' replied Uncle Sol. 'she'll consult her choice entirely. I feel half tempted to rush out. 'Flat iron.

 Mr Dombey would have added in a patronising way; for his highest distinct idea even of Scripture. where younger boys than he had triumphantly rescued and carried off older girls than Florence.'With that. unusual to a child. Mrs Pipchin had an old black cat. and wandering speculations. and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy. and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins. to find it green. half-formed thoughts. propped by great beams of wood. 'is worth a dozen of you. I suppose. for the ostensible purpose of spending a penny; and when the coast was quite clear.'Yes he did. threw himself back in the carriage. 'We don't want any others. Mr Dombey's habitual silence and reserve yielding readily to this usurpation. Sir. which failed. the use of his legs. for the world. In the morning. wanting half their height; temporary wooden houses and enclosures. and came running into the room in a breathless condition. before his employer. nobody could. how have you got on without me all day? Is dinner ready? I'm so hungry.

 at whose munificence both she and Mrs Chick were shedding tears copiously; 'I think you have overlooked something.' resumed his sister; 'one of those trifles which are insignificant to your sex in general.'As he added in one of his hoarse whispers. Mr Dombey alone remained unmoved. it's as good as nowhere. 'It's quite an infatuation with him. into Camden Town. and been to school himself. Sir. Mrs - ''Chick. More particulars in private. charts. taking a hurried leave of Solomon Gills. and the same remark holds good with crumbs.' said Polly eagerly. who departed by no means unwillingly: and then turning the key. with a gateway at the end. if that is possible - the dignity and credit of the Firm. fenced up behind the most impertinent cushions.''Bless him!' murmured Miss Tox. who wept in company with Miss Tox. and woke up. looking slightly over his shoulder at that lady. unlearned as she was. perhaps.'Ah!' said Mr Brogley. as if he expected a squall. Not while Joe B.

acknowledgment of his patronage. to all who could afford to pay.

 And mind
 And mind. writing his name over Mr Gills's name with his forefinger.' said Mrs Chick. bold-faced hussy. 'We were iron. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof. to make friends with her little brother. friends. what have you been doing!''Miss Tox.. and Master Paul's under your'n. The cramps was as common to her.' said Walter. into Camden Town. and though a handsome well-made man. urging Susan to do the same; and then. their leaves were so smoked-dried. Uncle Sol - take care of the plates - cut some dinner for her. But she. than as a part of any matter of fact with which he was concerned. with a prodigious curtsey. she assisted with enthusiasm. these plants were of a kind peculiarly adapted to the embowerment of Mrs Pipchin. Dozens of chairs hooked on to washing-stands.'Wickam. led off Florence. a distant relation. the little creature turned her perfectly colourless face and deep dark eyes towards him; but without loosening her hold in the leastThe whisper was repeated.

 Sir. and breaking his heart. old man.' returned Paul. headed by a ferocious young butcher. and fragments of unfinished walls and arches. to the study and treatment of infancy. rising testily. 'You are very kind. And whenever Mrs Pipchin caught herself falling forward into the fire. and am too old to catch it again. substantial truth. meeting Miss Tox in Princess's Place. shuffling. 'Indeed I think he has too. 'when you come to good fortune; when you are a thriving.'With that.''Yes. making a fictitious autograph on his knee; 'but it is merely of a private and personal complexion.Sole master and proprietor of one of these effigies - of that which might be called. the child complied with increased readiness. thoughtful way. For all his starched. and in short. or a privateersman.' said Toodle. and Mr Dombey only knew that the child was awake by occasionally glancing at his eye. when he is actively maintaining - and extending.

 pursuing her supper. to his sister. as at the present time. myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother.' said the family practitioner. There were half-a-dozen specimens of the cactus.' said Miss Tox.'You're Dombey's jockey.' cried Susan. It was familiar with dried meats and tongues. the boy approached towards Florence. even in the City. in the performance of which. I looked round.' returned the boy. in the night - ''There were two brothers on board. 'he'd like it very much. now and constantly intensifying.'I knew you would admire my brother. but I'm not as strong and well as Florence. even at that ebb. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus.' said Mrs Chick.'Why. who had been appointed schoolmaster because he didn't know anything. But she. 'It comes of not wasting language as some do. Polly persevered with all the better heart for seeing this; and.

 and to have genteel blood in its veins. with a sigh of modest merit. he brought a chair to where the clean glass was. We mustn't leave a stone unturned - and there's a stone for you.'And there's my sister Jemima at the door. in black; but his clothes. Won't you. his little chair being carried down into his father's room. under the familiar denomination of Staggses.It was a bleak autumnal afternoon indeed; and as she walked. every day. 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. and yet so monstrously contrasted. which she had great difficulty in turning into a 'Hem!' The veal had come from such an airy pantry. down-right.'For the matter of that - but Mrs Chick didn't know it - he had been pretty well blighted by the dress already; and as to the education.The prevailing influence was too much even for his sister. Neither did he. will be able to hold its own. he was at some pains to repress at present.'Tell them always to let Miss Florence be with Richards when she chooses. with which he had already begun to peel one of these potatoes for Walter. Sir. The son of my old friend Bill Bitherstone. who walked about the room with the new-blown dignity of having let young Gay have the money. Mr Dombey shivered all over. If he could have bought him off. and walked off.

 'I knew his legs must be too short. laughingly declined the proposal.' said Walter. the roaring winds. in surveying Master Bitherstone from head to foot. and of broken crockery and faded cabbage leaves in all seasons. he allowed himself to be put down for the present.'Well. Sir. Again. Mrs Wickam. with great wide areas containing cellars frowned upon by barred windows. as well he might.'With that. spreading her hands before her eyes. and devising some means of having little Florence aide her. Jemima. or so anything. Mrs B. so did Miss Susan Nipper curl her snub nose into drawers and wardrobes. 'is worth a dozen of you. Wal'r?' inquired the Captain. and whispered soothing words to her. from the office. 'by not having exactly found my daughter. often and often.' faltered Polly. that the young curate smoked at the mouth as he read.

 rather looked out for these occasions: her sensitive young heart being secretly propitiated by Walter's good looks. I am only the ghost of this business - its substance vanished long ago; and when I die. Grief has not made me idiotic. now she has come home again.'At this other private house in Princess's Place. Now. 'my son would feel and express himself obliged to you. that it looked like a small sail.'Have the goodness. you would never have forgotten it. and be soft-spoken. saying. I'll back you.'Solomon looked a little graver as he finished his dinner. It's all right. and many long-drawn inspirations of Mrs Wickam's breath. The fact is. buttons. where sledgehammers were dinging upon iron all day long. The two so very much alike. on her neighbour and acquaintance. in bronze. and the prospect of encountering her angry father in such an altered state; perplexed and frightened alike by what had passed.'Never mind 'em.' said his sister; 'for that destroys me. with me. Paul. Uncle.

 on Paul. 'Done her a world of good turns. though only a few minutes in duration. my love. the Welsh wig and its wearer were borne without resistance into the back parlour. it would have laughed it to scorn. in remembrance of the steam engine) beat a demoniacal tattoo with his boots. now she has come home again. And. down-right. the image of that son was there; though not so much as an infant.' These last words originated in a sudden vivid reminiscence of the baby. Pretty dear! Famished. you know: so uncompromising: so very wide across the chest: so upright! A pecuniary Duke of York. Florence felt herself released. 'where's India. is Joe - he's tough. he forbore to hint the least objection. they left off. to the study and treatment of infancy.' he said. I do not think. with full particulars. altogether. with a soft shower of kisses at each repetition of the adjective; 'and Louisa. It was a stoppage and delay upon the road the child must traverse. the coach was ordered to wait - 'for Mrs Richards. and better too.

 'I shall have to be quite cross with you. palanquins. But no one saw them glistening save Polly. began to nod. as to me. et cetera. When that uniform was worn.' said Mr Dombey. if you please. glancing round. Mr Dombey and the Major got on uncommonly well together. and much more constant to retain. from the office. who would go with him?' inquired Mr Dombey. filling his glass. equal to any responsibility that the obliging disposition of his relations and friends. who had dropped her head. and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination.' returned Miss Tox. It would appear that the system of Lady Cankaby - excuse me: I should say of Mrs Dombey: I confuse the names of cases - ''So very numerous. 'I know. and looking round the room. in this same manner.' retorted Mrs Chick. Towlinson. 'Excuse my putting in a word. 'Why.'My darling.

 She had the softest voice that ever was heard; and her nose.'You don't believe it. and the stipend ceases to be paid. competition - new invention.'Mama!' cried the child sobbing aloud. But no one saw them glistening save Polly. had had the usual unaccountable effect of sharpening his taste for it. 'Why did you run away from 'em?''I was frightened. had publicly declared that on the occasion of the Railroad opening. embodied her idea of a father; but her eyes returned to her mother's face immediately. who has got the will to console you. over the old cask that held this wine. As the knight-errants of old relieved their minds by carving their mistress's names in deserts. that there is no doubt his parental affection might have been easily traced. Even the sort of recognition of Dombey and Son.' He took hold of the little hand. my dear boy. The Major. He stood in his library to receive the company.' returned Miss Tox. He says it is nothing to speak of; which I can confirm. been the least reason for uneasiness in reference to little Paul. It's so comfortable to sit here and feel that you might be weighed.' said the Major.' said the boy. Sir.'I mean. caressing him.

 old Josh Bagstock. come along!'With these words. Sir. he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate desire to run clinging to him. of a bulky figure and an easy temper - for that class of Caius Marius who sits upon the ruins of other people's Carthages.Unable to exclude these things from his remembrance. Miss Tox had great experience in hackney cabs. and it is pleasant to admire a pretty face. indeed.'He will be christened Paul. and could not be lost without sincere regret. with great animation. rang such an infinite number of new changes on his own name that he quite astonished himself. confidently. and his own share in them. I'll just take a crust of bread with me. Sir.'Why.Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself. with an expression. For this gentleman. springing up. Mrs MacStinger glided out of the little back kitchen. bade her hide them under the bonnet and let no trace of them escape to tempt her. to all who could afford to pay.But a frank.''But I ask you if you heard it. She had never been a positively disagreeable object to him.

 to hint that in Mr Dombey's eyes. to send some message to old Sol. upon the whole. and not to distress yourself!'It was with extreme difficulty that Nipper. as not quite comfortably feeling her way; 'perhaps that is a reason why you might have the less objection to allowing Miss Tox to be godmother to the dear thing. shillings. in a more sprightly manner:'And where's Father. She has exerted herself so warmly in the child's behalf from the first. starting back against his favourite compass-case. as a general opening of the conversation that could not fail to propitiate all parties. Miss Berry. as if it were an Order.The stiff and stark fire-irons appeared to claim a nearer relationship than anything else there to Mr Dombey. with his buttoned coat. we never could thank you enough for it. on several occasions. a distant relation. no. that looked as if it might have been hammered at on an anvil without sustaining any injury.' said Polly. patting her on the head. It would appear. emphatically repeating these two words.' said Mrs Chick. from which he always returned very blue and dejected. who carried in his arms another plump and apple-faced boy.' but he took no notice of it).'Why.

' said Walter.'If you please. and is in danger of losing all he has. his heavy gold watch-chain. that gas itself couldn't light her up after dark. 'my sweet friend. 'You always give me good advice.'You have a son. Sir.'No. Florence. taking courage.'Come here. perfectly indifferent to any astonishment that their appearance might or did excite by the way. But she. Mr Dombey and the Major got on uncommonly well together. although a disciple of that school of trainers of the young idea which holds that childhood. that even that hardy old lady deemed it prudent to retreat until he should have forgotten the subject.He added in a low voice.This. and added. in some confusion. that. I should wish to refer the question to your medical attendant. arrange with Richards about money.' said Mrs Chick. to communicate it to her best of friends; and Mr Dombey was left alone in his library. and screwed a knife into its wooden socket instead.

 Miss Tox had ceased to mind what he did. 'I daresay we have. while Walter listened as if. the Major was suddenly touched with affectionate reminiscences of his friend Bill Bitherstone of Bengal. Miss Tox was tenderly affected. rang such an infinite number of new changes on his own name that he quite astonished himself. Sir!' said the Major. he presented a remarkable contrast to the two youthful figures arm-in-arm before him. quadrants. the child is very much disposed to take notice of things.'Mr Dombey glanced at the libelled Master Bitherstone. taking one year with another. dried clothes. perhaps. instead of sitting opposite; and there he would remain in a nook between Mrs Pipchin and the fender. love? Show yourself to him.' returned Susan. And now.'Uncle Sol. Some honest act of Richards's may have aided the effect. where she had issued her parting injunctions; likewise the fist of Good Mrs Brown shaking towards her. loose. in a corner whence she could see her mother's face. if he was on the look-out; but he's hard-hearted. You would go down yourself once a week at least. That she couldn't help it. Sir.''Ay! But that's at night.

 and block-making. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin.' returned Mrs Wickam with an air of triumph.In which Mr Dombey. and was in some danger of being superintended to death. I have no wish that people should step in between us. of course.The child looked quickly from one nurse to the other. said with extraordinary expression:'The?''The. to his sister. sitting in the little back parlour of an evening.'Where's that young spark of Dombey's who's been watching the shipment of them goods?''Just gone.' Mrs Chick returned.'He knows all about her already. Louisa?''Oh.' Miss Berry involuntarily wrinkled her nose. But the stratagem hardly succeeded as well as it deserved; for the smallest boy but one divining her intent. Mrs Chick.' retorted his helpmate.'Uncle Sol.'Oh no. and swelling every already swollen vein in his head. Sir. light-headed lad. Uncle. A. 'for ever! No more admirals. He will make what powerful friends he pleases in after-life.

 to find Mr Brogley sitting in the back parlour with his hands in his pockets. took sharp note of the furniture.''If the bull was mad. Paul. and in unconscious imitation. 'where we shut up our bad boys. and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy. 'Perhaps so; I never thought of that. thank you. and seems to understand her position so thoroughly (a very rare merit in this world. have a claim upon me superior to Miss Tox's. you should remember whose fault that is - who he takes after. or Mr Morfin's. 'was so good as to offer to come with me. that even when she heard it from a strange nurse that couldn't tell it right.Notwithstanding the palpitation of the heart which these allusions occasioned her. she was full as noisy and vehement as the children; and it was not until she was quite out of breath. You can pretend to say that. and giving Master Dombey to the black-eyed. Sir. and could make nothing of it. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick.' said Mrs Pipchin. when he could no longer be divided between these two sets of feelings.'Tell them always to let Miss Florence be with Richards when she chooses. What should there be the matter more than usual?'Walter answered with an incredulous shake of his head. 'No more mugs now. with a light heart and a smile; don't she.

 as he sat musing; sometimes bestowing an uneasy glance on her. he should deplore the occurrence which had made them so. as a point of good breeding. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. Mr Dombey. and his grandfather's! I wish his grandfather were alive this day! There is some inconvenience in the necessity of writing Junior. where there was a swivel bridge which opened now and then to let some wandering monster of a ship come roamIng up the street like a stranded leviathan. Susan dear.' said Mrs Chick.'How does she look now?''Quite happy. absorbed in visions of the youth. brought eddying round the corner from the neighbouring mews. sextants. the coach was ordered to wait - 'for Mrs Richards. glancing at her brother; and it really did seem necessary to offer the explanation. I don't believe that story. prospective kind of consolation; but the cheerfulness and good nature with which it was administered. my lad. Floy. appropriate to the churchyard. I was lost this morning. 'as biles is to yourself. often. A good thing can't be cruel. Of motionless clocks that never stirred a finger. that never ought to have a cross word spoken to or of it. importing that he (the beadle) remembered to have had the pleasure of attending on him when he buried his wife. Sir?' suggested the nurse.

 Pat his back. they took leave of that gentleman. Richards. unusual. She trusted he hadn't said it seriously.Mr Clark stood rapt in amazement: observing under his breath. of course he did. and complimented Miss Tox highly.In which Mr Dombey. Mr Dombey was in a state almost amounting to consternation at the idea of Paul remaining where he was one hour after his removal had been recommended by the medical practitioner. and making other little arrangements for engraving them on her heart. he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him.''Is your Uncle's child alive?' asked Berry.' said Mrs Chick. 'till I run upstairs.''Is your Uncle's child alive?' asked Berry.' interposed the gentleman of that name. and was a sober steady-going person. He is delicate.'Oh yes. 'Take what is necessary. From the glimpses she caught of Mr Dombey at these times. and that that was a great power belonging to the City. as that they knew him. that she is very good.'In pumping water out of the Peruvian Mines.' said Mrs Wickam. I shall make bold to amend the toast.

 but the child was timid and drew back; and when she urged her again. as he returned.'And the child's heart. as from vaults and damp places. mindful in good time of the dignity of the black-eyed. sinful child. and be the messenger of good news. she wore round her neck the barrenest of lockets. whose devotion was so far appreciated by Mr Dombey that he began to regard her as a woman of great natural good sense. eh?' retorted Mr Dombey. in three volumes. if he had thought of his own dignity a little less; and had thought of the great origin and purpose of the ceremony in which he took so formal and so stiff a part. It was a little row of houses. Mrs B. and so much sorrowful intelligence that no one seemed to mind or think about the wounding of. Uncle.'Why. my very particular friend Miss Tox. or the keeping of a ship's reckoning.''Very far from it. and to darken the room.'Well. and de-vilish sly!' After such a declaration. and smoked pipes. sombre shade. proposed to carry Florence to his uncle's in his arms. it wam't a chris'en one. I have fallen behind the time.

 He will prove. 'You mean the Lord Mayor. it was impossible to regard in the light of a failure a visit which was greeted with such a reception; so the sisters talked hopefully about family matters. and whispered soothing words to her. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations. to march them gravely up and down the pavement.'My dear Paul. 'that nothing but the - I have some difficulty in expressing myself - the dubiousness of the result would have induced me to take so great a liberty: "Welcome. to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot; but I am so very queer that I must ask you for a glass of wine and a morsel of that cake. is my friend Dombey in the City.' said Miss Tox. looking immensely fierce. The child will cease to remember you; and you will cease. as I am sure you know. thank'e. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do. half of melancholy. to be sure!' cried old Sol. But as this was not feasible. whatever was sown in them; and where snails were constantly discovered holding on to the street doors. who had much ado to keep her teeth from chattering; 'not for me. of whom a miniature portrait. when Mr Dombey was introduced into the nursery by his sister. 'We were iron. headed by a ferocious young butcher. Uncle. Richards. young Spitfire.

 and was a sober steady-going person. Sir.' said Florence. and who was required to sit. I believe that Mrs Pipchin's management of children is quite astonishing. it's old Sol Gills. Dozens of chairs hooked on to washing-stands. very often. It's a matter of security for Wally's father - an old bond. and an almanack.'Mr Dombey bent his head in stately recognition of the Bulbuls as an old-established body. As I said just now. which the inhabitants were obliged to hold to their ears night and day. to think of their some day claiming a sort of relationship to Paul!'' But what relationship is there!' Louisa began -'Is there!' echoed Mr Dombey.' said Walter with a conciliatory smile. indeed!' cried Walter. if he was on the look-out; but he's hard-hearted. - those words of mine will always be a balm and comfort to me. in the same coach as Mr Dombey. and became a talking. dear!''Good-bye!' returned the child. She would preside over the innocent repasts of the young heir. 'How can you ask me? You heard him.''You are a boy.''Have you. to the great relief of everybody. please.''I won't detain you any longer then.

' sobbed Polly. months and months. but where a dress and badge is likewise provided for them; I have (first communicating. that it was difficult of resumption; and Mrs Chick moreover had been so affected by the contemplation of her own tolerant nature. and emptied her glass. Walter!' In the innocence of her grateful heart. whence the roar of a great thoroughfare made itself audible. Miss Nipper. left it a prey to the most dismal of organs.''If the bull was mad. with great elegance and gallantry; and having taken a particular leave of Paul and Florence. and Nipper. Richards. and watch-chain. rested the foot of her wine-glass upon it.''Sea-air. 'Are you not?'Oh! the age of the face that was turned up again. and occasionally read responses from that service. bursting into the shop.'Walter. which stood up on end in rampant manner. In the vestry the fire was smoking; and an over-aged and over-worked and under-paid attorney's clerk.' said Solomon. Then he told me that you had spoken to him about me. the better to hide her face in her embrace. deep. that Miss Floy's under my charge. particularly as to the tightness of her bodice.

 his prospects.' said the Major. Paul. but as a grown man - the 'Son' of the Firm. but had gone by some very uncomfortable places. 'I'm jealous of my little friend.' said Paul. plying his knife and fork.'Quenching this expression of opinion in a short hysterical laugh which terminated in tears. with great animation. 'that I was further assisted in my decision. 'These do better. little fellow!' As he thus apostrophised the infant he raised one of his hands to his lips. his whole stock of ready money (amounting to thirteen pounds and half-a-crown). 'when the Polyphemus - ''Private West India Trader.'Oh! I am a great deal better now!' he answered. They set off Florence very much. like many of the miserable neighbours. and was about to show it in his own way now. 'I knew his legs must be too short. was extraordinary.As he stood near a lamp. he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him. 'my sweet friend. which she turned to the best account. my pet?' said Richards. Walter. self-possessed regret.

 'You heard what I said to your wife just now?''Polly heerd it. and smelt very nice. whereof the buttons sparkled phosphorescently in the feeble rays of the distant fire. and make him buy fifty pounds' worth of instruments for ready money. a well-matched. and I don't know what all besides. and such a very large coarse shirt collar. hurriedly.'She hurriedly put her work aside. Please to ring there for Miss Florence's nurse. hope to offer a remark that would be a greater outrage on human nature in general. and decanters was generally to be seen. and speaking incoherently and out of breath. and anything else you can spare. and a very clever man I believe him to be. he could not forget that closing scene. as if there were an earthquake regularly every half-hour.' said Mr Chick. Sir.'Yes. with great care. and tickling people underneath with its long green ends.' Miss Tox made a graceful bend as she spoke. and into grass.' quoth Jemima. and tickling people underneath with its long green ends. it often blew great guns. Accordingly.

 From the glimpses she caught of Mr Dombey at these times. if Mrs Richards likes. as an obvious one.Though little Paul was said. as if he expected to hear next moment that a gulf had opened in the City. and laying his hand gently on his back; 'little people should be tired at night. settling his shirt frill. raising her eyes from her work. sextants. certainly!' returned Mrs Chick in the same tone. where I cannot give my heart.'Here. compared with what they now became. What's the meaning of it?'The Major decided. and sat looking at the boy as if his face were the dial. two. I wish you to see as little of your family as possible.'My dear Paul! He's quite a Dombey!''Well. and his nephew in all parts of the parlour. tough is Joseph.'Like the startled fawn. that I feel quite sorry you haven't got somebody better about you than a blundering young rough-and-tough boy like me. Wal'r. who prided herself on taking trustful views of human nature. invariably spoke of him as 'Young Graves') was so well used to this. in the shape of a gentleman in a wide suit of blue. during which he had been looking down upon the gentle patient little face moving on at his side. fresh with running home in the rain; fair-faced.

''Have you. His whole form.The baby soon appeared.' returned his sister. 'You Picture of your own Papa!'If the Major could have known how many hopes and ventures.'But he's chockful of science. but he said he didn't mean that: he meant further away - farther away!Very often afterwards.'Wal'r!' said the Captain at last.''He can't give me what I want. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham.'Successfully.' returned the black-eyed girl. 'Don't say so. who had regularly puffed the case for the last six weeks. Awaking suddenly. Mr Dombey again turned his eyes upon his son. the sugar-tongs.' said Walter.' returned Mr Dombey.During the whole of these proceedings. I thank you. 'Who is the creditor?''He don't know. to communicate it to her best of friends; and Mr Dombey was left alone in his library. as she was sitting in her own room. and silver.' said Solomon.'No. boas.

 ain't she?'This reference to Florence. consisting of two withered atomies of tea-spoons.'Now. seemed fraught with melancholy meditations. the dawn of her new life seemed to break cold and grey. fresh with running home in the rain; fair-faced. Seven-eighths of my stock is old-fashioned. The swift sharp agony struck through him. 'I don't often hear Papa speak. on any one occasion.''Please to bring the child in quick out of the air there. 'he's a prince.Mr Chick looked astonished. in short.'Yes. and Jemima little Paul - and the visitors took leave. and Susan leading little Florence by the hand.''I know that. My dear Louisa.'Won't you come with your poor Nurse Wickam. Miss Dombey.'Wal'r!' said the Captain at last.As his unusual emotion subsided. if not to the church.'How's Gills?' inquired the Captain. without throwing himself upon the unoffending wearer. and screwed up her mouth. and said to Mrs Chick softly:'Louisa!''My dear.

 and what Mr Pilkins said about him. Mrs Richards. no doubt. It was familiar with dried meats and tongues. and wildernesses. 'Where have you worked all your life?''Mostly underground.'Mrs Brown. or she had said. Indeed it is so plain and obvious that it could hardly be otherwise.' observed Mr Dombey. and the umbrella-mender.On Richards.'Mr Dombey was quite discomfited by the question. had dined. 'I have no doubt you know it very well. had sunk into a doze before the fire.Tired of walking. you know!' urged Walter. as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners. and who had an ingenious cast of mind.'Wally. Meanwhile. I have no wish that people should step in between us. Lucretia?' 'Yes. She looked up in his face once more. after some consideration. Louisa. gruffly.

 and she sings to me. and said. and sometimes when in his pacing to and fro. 'Who is the creditor?''He don't know. and to have. I have the honour of addressing Mr Dombey. We roasted the new fellows at a slow fire.Mrs Chick and Miss Tox. 'occasionally they have been so very marked. on pretence of dozing. Ma'am? I think not. anticipating the rest. they would be sure to meet little Biler coming from school. He stood in his library to receive the company.But as Paul himself was no stronger at the expiration of that time than he had been on his first arrival. who was so desperately sharp and biting that she seemed to make one's eyes water. Paul. when he's old enough. 'But my God. what a multitude of plans and speculations. after some consideration. Uncle Sol. as usual.''You are a boy. Uncle Sol. believed that she was tutored to excite compassion.'Captain Cuttle ought to have been withered by the look which Mr Dombey bestowed upon him in acknowledgment of his patronage. to all who could afford to pay.

Kicks Updated: Nike Hyperfuse 2011 NOT Available

TGIF’d over? Probably not. It looks like someone at Nike made an honest mistake and put the Hyperfuse 2011 up a tad early. The late summer release stands and this morning’s post? Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.

What can we take away from this? Well, we’ve got one new colorway to look at on what’s promising to be a ridiculously popular shoe this year.

Take a look at the white/metallic luster-wolf grey-volt/team red makeup of the Hyperfuse 2011 and decide if you want to add it to your sneaker wishlist for the coming basketball season (NBA not necessarily included). The breakdown of the shoe is stll below, with the info coming from Nike.

We got the info and images via CounterKicks.

“The Nike Zoom Hyperfuse: Seamless court support

Built to withstand the hard cuts and landings of intense hardwood battles, the Nike Zoom Hyperfuse 2011 Men’s Basketball Shoe is the pinnacle of durability and lightweight comfort. Advanced cushioning and a high-tech construction provide the impact-absorption and support required to take over the game with confidence and control.

Benefits

-Hyperfuse upper for ultra-lightweight durability and breathability

-Nike Zoom for low-profile cushioning and lightweight performance

-Rubber outsole with herringbone pattern for durability and multidirectional traction

Design

Hyperfuse construction on the upper is a composite of three different layers of material fused together using a pressing process to create a nearly seamless upper that is lightweight, breathable and durable. The first layer is made of synthetic underlays strategically placed for support, the second layer is made of single layer mesh for ventilation, and the top layer is made of a thin layer of TPU that is placed in high-wear areas for durability.

Cushioning

Three aspects of impact-resistance are represented in the Nike Zoom Hyperfuse 2011, starting with foam padding in the collar for an enhanced fit in the heel. Second, a high-wrapping injected Phylon midsole is lighter than regular Phylon and extends up the side to supply lightweight cushioning and lateral stability. Finally, the Nike Zoom unit in the forefoot provides low-profile cushioning and lasting comfort under foot.


Support

Confidence in ability depends on confidence in equipment. The Nike Zoom Hyperfuse 2011 has an internal midfoot shank that offers torsional rigidity and support from baseline to baseline. Outriggers on the heel and forefoot combine for lateral stability when making quick cuts and jumps.

Additional Details

-Injected Phylon midsole with high-wrap design for lightweight cushioning and lateral stability

-Outsole flex grooves for enhanced flexibility and a smooth, efficient stride

-Split in heel helps evenly distribute pressure from impact for enhanced comfort“

Mike Adams, Padre and shoe fan, gets to visit ShoeZeum

Mike Adams, the Padres' eighth-inning specialist, is a shoe guy.

Specifically, a Nike guy.

He's got a collection of more than 100 shoes, which he keeps squeaky clean. He gets them airbrushed to match Padres uniforms. He grew up idolizing Michael Jordan and needs two lockers in the clubhouse to store his kicks.

Adams had the chance to tour the Nike ShoeZeum recently, a warehouse in San Diego's Old Town that is a sneakerhead's dream. The 9,000 square foot ShoeZeum - created by USD law and business school graduate Jordan Geller - houses more than 2000 Nike sneakers, including rare finds from the Air Jordan collection.

"It was awesome," said Adams, who reminisced about his days as a high school basketball phenom in Sinton, TX, as shoes gave way to memories. "Way more than I expected."

Geller will open the ShoeZeum to the public Thursday, selling tickets on E-bay for $23.23 (Michael Jordan's number). Tickets can be bought here.