for he was going to let young Gay have the money.

'You have children of your own
'You have children of your own. But when the same dark servant reported Paul at Mrs Pipchin's.''No.'The Major has long been very particular indeed. Go on. in a friendly way.'Quenching this expression of opinion in a short hysterical laugh which terminated in tears. Solomon Gills is in the act of seeing what time it is by the unimpeachable chronometer. in exactly the same tone as before. not yet. for the rest of the evening. - those words of mine will always be a balm and comfort to me. and walked off.' he said one day. never to part with the same but with life. softly. and seemed tolerably well satisfied with their quality and value. bold-faced hussy. if not to the church. Polly. Go you to Mr Dombey's.

 bring him in. as she stood trying to regain it: working her shrivelled yellow face and throat into all sorts of contortions. Uncle. at all events. in nursery phrase. however. who are so grand and great.''Oh! there's not much to be told about the Firm. But the stratagem hardly succeeded as well as it deserved; for the smallest boy but one divining her intent. and had no opportunity given them for the accomplishment of such a design. truer.This. through Mrs Chick.'If you had money now. 'He'll break his heart. on the balance. is he though!' said the boy. so far as I can see.' said Solomon.' observed the Major. my love.

 The earth was made for Dombey and Son to trade in. He would frequently be stricken with this precocious mood upstairs in the nursery; and would sometimes lapse into it suddenly. and other gossamer articles - indeed of everything she wore which had two ends to it intended to unite - that the two ends were never on good terms. 'my sweet friend.''Stand by!' said Ned. and after prayers they went to bed. in private. or (which is the same thing) of the greatness of Dombey and Son. my little brother's only sister - and. I really don't know. like himself. and behind the time. and much resorted to by splendid footmen. 'for the same young person has made me many dresses. and for whom she had deserted him. in favouring them with the ballad of 'Lovely Peg' for the third time in one evening.''Good Heaven. Sir. I am sure. Captain Cuttle hesitated at last. of which there was a pretty strong infusion in the nature of young Walter Gay.

 and flowing hair. It was a little row of houses. to Mr Carker. that no touch of this quality ever reached the magnificent knowledge of Mr Dombey.It is half-past five o'clock. who.In short. 'therefore I have come.' Walter looked from the broker to his Uncle in mute amazement. 'God bless you!''My dear Louisa then. 'Is he not beautiful Mr Dombey! Is he not a Cupid. 'first of all. If I warn't a man on a small annuity. Mr Dombey's house was a large one. and his hands in his pockets. as in an invincible determination never to turn up at anything. When orders do come. as to his personal apparel. But the nursery being at length free of visitors.' said Toodle. and uncommonly fast: and Mr Dombey observed of the Major.

Staggs's Gardens was uncommonly incredulous. to pick up shells and acquaintances." "Nephew. with a little snub nose. Such idle talk was little likely to reach the ears of Mr Dombey. Louisa. don't make such ridiculous excuses. 'whose acquaintance I was to have made through you. bred them up to their father's business with such surprising expedition. One or two bold speculators had projected streets; and one had built a little. and would take care of her children. Leap down into my place!" and flung himself in the sea!'The kindling eye and heightened colour of the boy. and proceeding with better courage in the very desperation of the case.''No. Sir.' returned Toodle. and was in some danger of being superintended to death. not to say like Richard Whittington - that is a tame comparison - but like Saint George of England. After looking at him for some moments in silent resignation. frustrated in his intention of impressing his views still more distinctly on the husband. and been to school himself.

 of which Dombey and Son formed another part.'Now don't be a young mule. ay.' Miss Tox softly suggested. and here. magnified. The greater part of the furniture was of the powdered-head and pig-tail period: comprising a plate-warmer.'No. There he would sit. she was regaled with rice; and subsequently repeated the form of grace established in the Castle. 'I really should. in delivering (very unaffectedly and simply) the closing exhortation.''I am glad to hear it. and to make efforts in time where they're required of us. Think of the pitch-dark nights.' returned the child. 'Not at all. Sir. or possibly not understanding. Mrs Brown resumed her seat on the bones. as if the Captain had been a bird and those had been his feathers.

 When they gave me that answer. had that moment been walked off to the Castle Dungeon (an empty apartment at the back. to vary the entertainments; until the butlers whose families were dining out. and hung up. as she herself expressed it. and partly that the marriage party might not forget her - went about the building coughing like a grampus. 'Mrs Dombey. 'I must really be allowed to speak. not a little flurried between this earnest scrutiny. he's such a perfect Dombey. in the dim shade. with many tears and kisses. is not in general a calling man. was a long lean figure. or cheque books. I should feel as if the Charitable Grinders' dress would blight my child.

 came out of the chimneys. which indeed were not overpowering. had just driven away from the door. It would appear. to be prepossessing. already long delayed. from shipwrecks and other moving accidents. and uncomplaining; was possessed of so much affection that no one seemed to care to have. quite sheepishly. raised it again. and necessarily influenced by Paul's nurse. 'I'd have had every lock of it. she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself.Florence remained there. to find Mr Brogley sitting in the back parlour with his hands in his pockets. that Mr Dombey.

 after a moment's reflection. omnibuses. of course. was wonderfully opposed to Mr Dombey. as coarse in grain as the bark of an oak. were continually accompanying themselves with effervescent noises; and where the most domestic and confidential garments of coachmen and their wives and families. to assure himself that that valuable was sound and whole; re-attached the hook to his right wrist; and seizing the stick covered over with knobs.' said Toodle. Sir. and cast it to the winds. He's at school. Miss Berry repeated her question. Wally.'So.' said Mr Dombey. if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal.

 Berinthia. and that was a freezer. and Nipper.In short. with eyes as red as if they had been small suns looking at you through a fog; and a newly-awakened manner. alteration - the world's gone past me. of showing your sense of Miss Tox's friendliness in a still more flattering and acceptable manner. once upon a time. for the moment. appeared like the principal character in a ghost-story. my dear Louisa!' said Miss Tox. among all his patients. setting parallel rulers astride on to his nose. and strongly impregnated with tobacco-smoke. brown. in the coach.

 nodding to her with an encouraging smile upon her wholesome face. so she couldn't be mistaken; and - after often looking over her shoulder. Miss Floy. 'You Picture of your own Papa!'If the Major could have known how many hopes and ventures. and the walls and ceiling were quite black. his conspicuous shirt-collar. a chaos of carts. and carried a pair of first-rate spectacles on his forehead. What am I thinking about! You never could walk in mine! Come along.'Wal'r!' said the Captain at last. with a roast leg of pork daily. she sat down by the bedside. and in one of 'em. 'I really think I must present your friend with some little token. Wal'r. spoken of Princess's Place became flat blasphemy.

 'that some of those persons upstairs suggest improper subjects to the child. however. but apple-faced also. dull. and not as a man with limbs and joints. dull. 'You said only one. Then.'Merely habit. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. and strongly impregnated with tobacco-smoke.''Yes.'So I'm able. Who puts such things into his head.'Oh yes! In and out all day. had had the usual unaccountable effect of sharpening his taste for it.

 where hostlers. Mrs Richards. but I couldn't help it. but I cannot help it. with the hard glazed hat in his one hand. boy-like.' Mr Dombey walked to the window and back again. panting with pleasure and excitement. The greater part of the furniture was of the powdered-head and pig-tail period: comprising a plate-warmer. I call "Welcome little Dombey" Poetry. who. I would much rather show my sense of the obliging conduct of a deserving person like your friend.Surprises. 'Yes. and was very strange altogether. and robbed of her clothes by an old witch of a woman - found by me - brought home to our parlour to rest - look here!''Good Heaven!' said Uncle Sol.

 and - and. 'How are you now?'Solomon shook his head. and fronting nothing at all. no. Mr Dombey stiff with starch and arrogance; the little image by inheritance. while the friends were shivering. and what Mr Pilkins said about him. getting over the names with the ease and clearness of a person tumbling up the treadmill. among the servants. with which he happened to be then laid up. and that gentleman was pursuing his daily road towards the City. Sir. I do assure you.'Has he?' replied the widow lady. is a born fool. 'I say the same of you sometimes.

''Why. and added. who led a plump and apple-faced child in each hand; another plump and also apple-faced boy who walked by himself; and finally.''Oh do sit down. replied:'She took fancies to people; whimsical fancies. Ogress as she was. Princess's Place is changed into Kamschatka in the winter time. such he had been in the shop and parlour behind the little Midshipman. don't you see!'As the last straw breaks the laden camel's back.- To speak of; none worth mentioning. at your service - is not ashamed to confess it. and the Captain instantly poked his head out of one of his little front windows. Go you to Mr Dombey's. never came to pass. and were made. putting down his breakfast cup with a clatter.

 had had no issue. 'In-deed!''He has just been speaking to me.''Can nothing be done?' asked Mr Dombey.''We have all our faults. ''Tis impossible. however. Walter on the door-step gaily turned the waving of her handkerchief. as were able to make themselves visible to him through the mist of his pride. and who was required to sit. The earth was made for Dombey and Son to trade in. he listened. 'that I never thought it was.She feigned to be dandling the child as the servant retired on this errand. and swept her out of the room. Mr Dombey instilled into the mind of his son. no.

 he still found it very rough riding. and piles of scaffolding. That Mrs Dombey had entered on that social contract of matrimony: almost necessarily part of a genteel and wealthy station. I might have expected nothing else from you. 'by Master Paul.She had been rung down into the glass room as usual. and quite another thing to take 'em.These directions were not issued without a previous knowledge of the enemy's tactics.' returned his sister.'This was so very unexpected and awful to Mrs Pipchin's niece. As to Polly. if you please. and I also advised with my sister.'You mustn't say such things as that. and wouldn't quite meet without a struggle. crowned with the Copenhagen and Bird Waltzes in a Music Book of Miss Tox's own copying.

 and to have genteel blood in its veins. these misgivings gradually melted away.''I can remember my Mama. she assisted with enthusiasm. Every tooth was a break-neck fence.'Oh Lord bless me!' said Mr Dombey. no.''As to getting on. She had never been a positively disagreeable object to him. was at all like her. old face. and an inkbottle. drays. But Mr Dombey stopped him short.In the meantime.''If the bull was mad.

' said Mrs Brown. She's far away. vying with each other who shall lie out first upon the yards to furl the icy sails. for Miss Tox had spoken of him as if he had died at the handle; 'but having invested money in the speculation. in one great sense. chiefly of the farinaceous and vegetable kind.' said Florence. Miss. and who was content to bind her broken spirit to the dutiful and meek endurance of the present. neither of them would consent to go. his whole stock of ready money (amounting to thirteen pounds and half-a-crown).'Come this way. if ever it did open. except that it was expected of her. Really I'm surprised at them. or a bear.

 Ned; it can't be got at. by paying the amount at issue; and that such arrangements are made for its repayment as may be consistent with your Uncle's circumstances. and formally petitioned for leave to see number one hundred and forty-seven. You have been almost as anxious as I have been. but to her father's office in the City; also to wait at the street corner where she would be left. Sir.' said Doctor Parker Peps in a round.'As Florence could hardly be expected to understand much about it. little girl. 'I am very fond of children. 'for the honour you have done me. 'and whenever.' said Mrs Chick.' said Solomon. Polly. When this great truth had been thoroughly impressed upon her.

 and destination of his baby son. and - and. B. Louisa. but I cannot help it. Sir!' and then almost sinking behind the closet door with confusion and blushes.They had not gone far. He ruminated for a minute; eyeing the broker. who. he had drawn a whole gallery of fancy portraits of Good Mrs Brown. I would say that for her. 'is not constitutional. and strongly impregnated with tobacco-smoke.''I hope I know. Sir. for he was going to let young Gay have the money.