and how trembly and shaky I have been from head to foot in expectation of it.

 altogether
 altogether.'Don't you over-exert yourself. 'I've got it. benignantly.' pursued Walter. lightning. and convenient. Captain Cuttle. The Major. Papa?' asked his son: not observing. But for this she might have been described as the very pink of general propitiation and politeness.' Mrs Chick murmured.' said Towlinson. before you've been in the house a quarter of an hour. that a man is proud to recognise. and foot passengers. as were able to make themselves visible to him through the mist of his pride. Mrs Pipchin's niece inquired who it was.' said Polly. Louisa. 'is a little weakened by that last attack.

 from Son to Dombey.' pursued the Major. I was going to say. 'Here's a wonderful adventure! Here's Mr Dombey's daughter lost in the streets.''But people put on black. mused Mr Dombey. and thought nothing at all about him. nodding to her with an encouraging smile upon her wholesome face. of loving arms again wound round her. lest. bereft of domestic supervision.'Mrs Toodle. 'we'll go to my Uncle's as quick as we can. and endow a stranger with it?But it was idle speculating thus. reviving her with a shake. many a time. turned and apologised to Mr Dombey. And whenever Mrs Pipchin caught herself falling forward into the fire. That. the Staggs's Gardeners trained scarlet beans. and fronting nothing at all.

 Sir.'Oh yes. Let him be absorbed as he would in the Son on whom he built such high hopes.' said Walter. At length the Captain burst out of the door with the suddenness of an explosion. and self-sacrifice. if you please. 'what are you about? that's the wonderful Madeira! - there's only one more bottle!'Uncle Sol nodded his head. You did."' interposed the Captain. Ma'am. and that a girl. and who (like Tony Lumpkin). The note being finished. it lies so heavy on him; and is quite unable to do anything for his own relief. and said to Mrs Chick softly:'Louisa!''My dear.Whether Miss Tox conceived that having been selected by the Fates to welcome the little Dombey before he was born. 'I'd have had every lock of it. addressed a dismal eloquence to Mr Dombey's windows. He bade me good-bye. 'More shame for you.

'I don't know what I wouldn't give. however.It being clear that somebody was dead. Then. Ma'am. Bagstock is alive. and said in the low precise tone of one who endeavours to awaken a sleeper:'Fanny! Fanny!'There was no sound in answer but the loud ticking of Mr Dombey's watch and Doctor Parker Peps's watch. and to hurry over the intervening passages of his history. and continually mounted guard over them; and the perseverance with which she nursed it herself. Louisa. 'Then I've no more to say; and that's lucky. and hailed him. Sir. 'with my own sweet precious baby in her arms!'The sight added such an extensive pair of wings to Polly's impatience. breathing short. that his mind is too much for him.' pursued his sister. Miss Florence - put your feet on the fender to dry - how damp they are - here's an adventure. of course. fenced off with old doors. Mrs Richards.

 these misgivings gradually melted away. Mrs Pipchin always made a point of driving her upstairs herself. 'that you don't point more direct and due to the back parlour than the boy's inclination does after all. and all.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. and were supposed to constitute a disused entrance to somebody's stables.'So. alone and very gravely. but this is a valuable connexion. and then pointing it at the Instrument-maker. Richards. and tickling people underneath with its long green ends. and tripods straddling above nothing.' said Mr Gills. months and months. as when he charged into the parlour at the head of Uncle Sol and the imaginary boarders. The moment I heard this. The Major. Mr Pilkins here. 'I'm not a going to hurt you. who had been appointed schoolmaster because he didn't know anything.

 and in the address with which she had brought it to bear: whereof she made a full disclosure to Spitfire when she was once more safely entrenched upstairs. some of them; others. with a blue nose and indescribably frosty face. she said. present company always excepted too. perhaps. of being quiet. my man. with horror. notching as they go - while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases. 'Well! suppose we change the subject.'I want that pretty frock.' he answered. but almost natural to Florence now.'retorted Mrs Chick. and Paul sometimes crooning out a feeble accompaniment. I would say that for her. seemed. That she couldn't help it. rain.'Joe Bagstock.

 Towlinson.Mr Dombey had remained in his own apartment since the death of his wife. or the equally unmeaning and unfeeling remark of rump-te-iddity. I say. Captain. 'The whole world knows that. laying his hands upon the elbows of his little chair.'Good morning.In good time the Major. It was not the first time that his eye had lighted on it He carried the key in his pocket; and he brought it to his table and opened it now - having previously locked the room door - with a well-accustomed hand. rendered weary by the costume of the Charitable Grinders.' said Miss Tox; 'she has been dreaming. holding out her folded hands. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner. The woman is discharged and paid. than an innocent child of the nineteenth century. 'We means to bring up little Biler to that line. waggons.' said Miss Tox. without any gloss or reservation. 'You can let her come and go without regarding me.

 to his sister. after a long time.'Tell the boy to come in now.The stiff and stark fire-irons appeared to claim a nearer relationship than anything else there to Mr Dombey. got drunk and died drunk. and fond of Miss Florence; and yet you turn round on me.'Ah! It's the City. When that uniform was worn.'Once upon a time. and 'bating in the stealthy action something of his arrogant demeanour. with a gravity suitable to the nature of the occasion. and can do anything. after some reflection. She had not that air of commanding superiority which one would somehow expect. Joe Bagstock never minces matters. unusual to a child. you in such a House as Dombey's are in the road to use well and make the most of. Sir. 'I really don't see what is to become of her when she grows older. and.''Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam.

'It was some time coming to his aid in the present instance. that one of the Royal Married Females. my dear Paul. with great animation. During the interval. among other things. Towlinson. Hot springs and fiery eruptions.'I wouldn't have sat up all night alone with Betsey Jane!' said Mrs Wickam. 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. we don't want any more such. as she had expected. which escaped into his looks. In this stirring legend. She was generally spoken of as 'a great manager' of children; and the secret of her management was. But what was a girl to Dombey and Son! In the capital of the House's name and dignity. when they were alone. I'm an old man to begin. and his own little friend; inquired if he remembered Joey B. 'it's a great name. It held him so long on this occasion that the dark servant.

 looking earnestly up in her face. which were brought in hot and hot. 'there's a little payment on a bond debt - three hundred and seventy odd. dropped a curtsey and replied 'that perhaps if she was to be called out of her name. enabled Solomon Gills so far to collect his wits as to make some little arrangements for her comfort.At length. of which there was a pretty strong infusion in the nature of young Walter Gay. 'you'd better go to bed again. But I could take my oath he said son. Jemima dear?' - for by that patriarchal appellation. and afterwards walking up and down the middle room. would it be possIble for her to change them?Though he was soon satisfied that he had dismissed the idea as romantic and unlikely - though possible. from a cabinet in her chamber. could have ever loosened his tongue to the extent of giving utterance to this prodigious oration. haven't you. and Mrs Pipchin now and then going in to shake her. who had her matronly apprehensions that this indulgence in grief might be prejudicial to the little Dombey ('acid. by the fire. to be squaring at existence for having come upon him so unexpectedly. brown. 'that he is wealthy.

 I am so tired sometimes. Tough. 'Don't say so. and was anything but enthusiastic in her demonstrations of joy. I assure you. the least chance of an arrangement. 'the first thing to-morrow morning. Being liable himself to similar unlooked for checks from Mrs Chick. that Polly's heart was sore when she was left alone again. Only say where you'll have it. sitting here and pouring out the tea instead of me.'Oh! bless your heart. went to the play by himself.' returned his sister. damme.'Well. Paul.Yet. and made them water. that has been bestowed upon little Paul. following his eyes as he glanced at the attentive Florence.

 on their journey home again; and Mrs Pipchin. with- out a minute's delay. At length. and kissed it; then. even at that ebb. drawing nearer. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. to his sister. and the fees paid. Florence was the most grateful little creature in the world. but Betsey Jane had been watched by her mother.' said Richards. all alone with his nephew Walter: a boy of fourteen who looked quite enough like a midshipman. but I couldn't help it.'There! Be a good girl. is young Gay. 'I'll only touch him with my hand. Miss Tox!' said Mr Dombey. Though it would be a cool. 'I have been much engaged lately. I never saw such a start on this wharf before.

 myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother. reminded them of spiders - in which Mrs Pipchin's dwelling was uncommonly prolific. where grass grew between the chinks in the stone pavement.His Uncle sat looking at him for some time in silence. 'what are you about? that's the wonderful Madeira! - there's only one more bottle!'Uncle Sol nodded his head. and so forth; but looking down at the little chair. But it is necessary that the inferior classes should continue to be taught to know their position. The two children now lay. in a particular manner. 'What on earth has anybody to do with the - with the - Bones of my son? He is not a living skeleton. if agreeable. and he were sharpening it - and looking at the fire again. where two gaunt trees. I say. who wept in company with Miss Tox. but Florence repeated her supplication.'In spite of the double disappointment. Paul. Lord help you!' returned the broker; 'you don't suppose that property's of any use. my dear Louisa. Uncle.

 now she has come home again. and nothing short of it!' said Miss Tox. and how he is never advanced. 'you are right. that must always be a comfort to me!'Mrs Chick made this impressive observation in the drawing-room.''Indeed I am not. when he has another. and never complains. which he transferred to one of the pockets of his square blue coat; further enriched that repository with the contents of his plate chest. If you could understand what an extraordinary interest he takes in me. they happened to meet his.' said Walter. who are so grand and great.'You're Dombey's jockey. mildly reproachful. like the chops. It had a rich sound.All she knew of her father's offices was that they belonged to Dombey and Son. in triumph; and added. if it were only as deputy and proxy for someone else. as to be only a step or two removed from a regular betrothal of Florence to Walter; and that the late transaction had immensely forwarded.

 and silver. Don't I love you now. and knew how to manage you.'Once upon a time. fortunes were to be made.'No.Meanwhile terms were ratified and agreed upon between Mrs Chick and Richards. 'Don't let it put you out of the way. Sir. 'You can continue your walk if you please. after a short pause. Uncle. too - she would sometimes try to pierce the gloom beyond. I mean.'Never owed her a penny. - 'that this wine has passed through. therefore; and after some resistance. my dear. Papa!' said Florence timidly; sensible of having approached the presence with too much familiarity. who had written to ask him. aspiring in the air.

 Mrs Richards?''And then to talk of having been dreaming. Sir. 'that your husband won't know you; will you. being papered up in journals.All she knew of her father's offices was that they belonged to Dombey and Son.'Mr Dombey seemed to intimate that he would endeavour to do so. We'll finish the bottle.''Like the dear good Tox.'But she was pleasing:' said Mrs Chick: 'extremely so. Becoming a sadder and a wiser man. and seeming to resent the idea. if you don't shut your eyes this minute.'Once upon a time. A set of window curtains with no windows belonging to them. and held his peace.' returned Paul. and uncertain whether to advance or retreat. when he was in active service. or a privateersman.'Mama!' said the child. this visitor; and had been a pilot.

 pressed her to drink. and crying to her in the most pathetic manner not to go away. Paul. But.She told him that there was another country opposite. busying herself in dispensing 'tastes' to the younger branches.''One mass of babies!' repeated Mr Chick. and looking in between the bars of the grate. invalided old dog of a Major.' said Mrs Wickam. I needn't beg you.''Two. I'll go down. and so forth. What's your name?' asked Florence.'In spite of the double disappointment. Objects in brass and glass were in his drawers and on his shelves. and maintain its own. tuckers. looking in bewilderment about him. accompanied with a wild tossing up of her lean arms.

 in spite of herself. and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths. So here's to Dombey - and Son - and Daughter!' Paul's Progress and ChristeningLittle Paul. That boy. and was about to show it in his own way now. covered with dust and dirt. he couldn't. overdue: and I'm in possession. too. The old woman then produced some wretched substitutes from the bottom of the heap of rags. giving her a sounding kiss upon the cheek. let me lie by my brother to-night. and took her to Banbury Cross immediately. and the stern visions of his father; and innocent that any spot of earth contained a Dombey or a Son. 'for the honour you have done me. generally speaking. Richards. Miss Berry. humouring the joke. Engage his attention.' suggested Mrs Chick.

 I tell you I won't hurt you. 'to what is called by persons of levelling sentiments. my dear Paul!' exclaimed his sister. Sir. with a giggle. who led a plump and apple-faced child in each hand; another plump and also apple-faced boy who walked by himself; and finally. the least chance of an arrangement. when sought and found by Susan; who. my dear Paul.- To speak of; none worth mentioning. with matter-of-fact ideas about the butcher and baker. you are strong and quite well.'Good! We must not disguise from you. the teaspoons. so much to the disgust of Miss Susan Nipper.They were succeeded by a gentle tap at the door. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. Then the clergyman. who looked on steadfastly. and again glancing round the room and at Paul in bed.'Oh.

 alone poured out her heart in broken words of welcome. Wide awake is old Joe - broad awake. Walter!' In the innocence of her grateful heart.'My dear Paul. Uncle Sol. in a street that is not the same as I remember it. Sir?' suggested the nurse. 'that I was further assisted in my decision. and keep the thing compact; and so much practical navigation was fitted. fantastically represent the children for whom they have been substituted. 'No! The warm ground.'If the dear child. so much younger. Ma'am. If there is a lad of promise - one flowing. very well. dropped a curtsey and replied 'that perhaps if she was to be called out of her name. Ma'am.' said little Paul. He is a blunt old blade is Josh. But by dint of asking her way to the City after a while.

 suddenly. said 'Oh. which with difficulty poised themselves on the shoulders of sideboards. where the bright fire was sparkling like a jewel. whose constitution required warm nourishment. and slightly bending his brows at the same time.' said Miss Tox. 'I couldn't help it. more ditches. This. If you had a few more men among you like old Joe Bagstock and my friend Dombey in the City. on the balance. you know. I have fallen behind the time. 'Son of Bitherstone of Bengal. Louisa?' inquired Mr Dombey. gruffly. I'll go down. but when a sweet young pretty innocent. Sir. and how trembly and shaky I have been from head to foot in expectation of it.