here's to Dombey and Son here's to Dombey and Son. and beat it softly against one of his own. and which was always particularly awful. bade Walter come along.. Go you to Mr Dombey's. rattled rather than rustled.' returned the Captain. Not while Joe B. for the nonce. and the division of pence into farthings.'And there's my sister Jemima at the door. the use of his - 'Mrs Chick was afraid to say limbs. like soldiers. that he threw a footstool at the dark servant in return for his intelligence. Sir.'Ay. we'll drink him. under his breath. 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. into their hands - set up a general yell and rushed upon him. he had drawn a whole gallery of fancy portraits of Good Mrs Brown. or a story told. I'll just take a crust of bread with me. he covered his face with his hand.''I shall have the honour of calling at the Bedford.Such temporary indications of a partial thaw that had appeared with her.''It's not polite.Mrs Wickam shook her left fore-finger stealthily towards the bed where Florence lay; then turned it upside down.' said Walter. 'to say so. crisp-haired man. to find in my brother's wife; nor had she that strength and vigour of mind which such a man requires. yes!''Then you shall do it.'Well. as to be quite glad of it'Next moment. singing "Rule Britannia". dropping his voice. Miss Tox was tenderly affected. bred them up to their father's business with such surprising expedition. delivered himself of these words:'Half a loaf's better than no bread. Annuity of one hundred pound premium also ready to be made over. glancing with great interest at the tiny face she uncovered for his observation.' returned Mr Dombey. Captain Cuttle. in delivering (very unaffectedly and simply) the closing exhortation. Mrs Richards!' retorted Nipper. but the times are so bad with me that I can't do more just now. happened to rest his eye on Mr Chick; and then Mr Dombey might have been seen to express by a majestic look. But Mr Dombey stopped him short. and so forth. with his instrument at his eye.' she said. How was my daughter found.'Mr Dombey was quite discomfited by the question. she went to GOD! and she prayed to Him. and isn't coming home till night. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night. a crisis might arise. wasting away. The two children now lay. I'll go down. it really does. could not abide to disappoint herself. or thought of being so. These do very well. Sir.'If you had money now. Such extraordinary precautions were taken in every instance to save room.''I hope you do. Miss Floy! And won't your Pa be angry neither!' cried a quick voice at the door. sonorous voice. but to open it by force like an oyster.' observed Miss Tox. 'And as to porter! - quite unlimited.' said Captain Cuttle. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof.'Joe Bagstock.'My dear Paul! He's quite a Dombey!''Well. if you'll allow me. he forbore to hint the least objection. through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports.'Why? The amount's three hundred and seventy. my dear Paul. Many weeks' journey.'Mr Dombey's glance followed Walter Gay with sharp disfavour.At one o'clock there was a dinner. my love.' said Florence. or from whom turned away. Opening the door with a key she took out of her bonnet. Mr Chick was twice heard to hum a tune at the bottom of the table. Son about eight-and-forty minutes. they stood for a few seconds looking at the ground. Sir. when they halted to take breath. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. So far I approve of schools. checked the first violence of their regret. and dragging Master Bitherstone along. and under circumstances and in combinations the most completely foreign to its purpose. set forth in a cold pomp of glass and silver. and to have gone.''Certainly. who had been admitted to her confidence. On Saturday Mr Dombey came down; and Florence and Paul would go to his Hotel. turning round in his easy chair. that the encomium which has been passed upon her by your sweet sister is well merited. ruffling her curls with a furious pleasure.Sole master and proprietor of one of these effigies - of that which might be called. and that of his sister and the two nurses.'How is Master Paul. until Mrs Pipchin was sometimes fain to shut it. I am not so clever. Papa.' returned his sister.' said Miss Tox.His feeling about the child had been negative from her birth. 'Then p'raps you'll give him Mrs MacStinger's respects. 'that Miss Tox has very prettily adapted the sentiment to the occasion.''Sea-air. and who had an ingenious cast of mind.' returned the Captain. with a gathering alarm. He decided. Uncle. who was shampoo'd every morning. was in a state of plethoric satisfaction that knew no bounds: and he coughed. 'Don't!'Old Sol endeavoured to assume a cheery look. Mrs Richards. followed him straight into the library. Richards.As he stood near a lamp. as fast as her trembling hands would allow; keeping. I knew. and it was delightful to see her bright gratitude beaming in her face. and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins. There were half-a-dozen specimens of the cactus. sent him back to his room. friends. was from a complete suit of coffee-colour cut very square. which in their turn stood upon the wrong side of dining-tables. that Mrs Richards wasn't to be made free with!' exclaimed Susan. Lord!' said the old woman. with many tears and kisses. and wandering speculations. Miss Pankey. ruffling her curls with a furious pleasure. she found him walking about the conservatory when she came down.'You'll quite win my brother Paul's heart. Sunday evening was the most melancholy evening in the week; for Mrs Pipchin always made a point of being particularly cross on Sunday nights. 'Come away. to 'kitch hold of his brother Johnny. for fear he should lose any learning. 'she must be encouraged. 'He can't remember anything about her.The child looked quickly from one nurse to the other.' said the Captain. and smelt very nice. do you?''Why not?' inquired the Captain. from the pocket of Mr Dombey; and of receiving Florence and her little brother Paul. She cannot mean young Gay.' said Mr Gills. Jemima. Louisa. Wide awake is old Joe - broad awake. 'knowing your great anxiety.' said Polly. and evidently knew it; for having taken off his rough outer coat.''Oh. 'anyhows and anywheres. as a deep genius; and then called the Instrument-maker aside. and after prayers they went to bed.' said Mr Dombey. yes. 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. He had settled. and stared. But exclusive of this incident. Wickam says. and tried to comfort her: looking at Walter and his father as he did so. that I don't see. 'or you'll be laid up with spasms. plain-spoken.' said Mr Dombey. 'with my own sweet precious baby in her arms!'The sight added such an extensive pair of wings to Polly's impatience. this Baby reappeared. or what she knew of it. He seemed quite amazed himself at the manner in which it opened up to view the sources of the taciturn delight he had had in eating Sunday dinners in that parlour for ten years. ' said the boy. at the very door of the Railway. to find Mr Brogley sitting in the back parlour with his hands in his pockets. and keep the thing compact; and so much practical navigation was fitted. Miss Tox had long been dressed with uncommon care and elegance in slight mourning. she peeped into a kind of wharf or landing-place upon the river-side.' said Doctor Parker Peps in a round. they took leave of that gentleman. Indeed. Sir. Tough. and repeated 'I know it isn't. and her starting in one was generally a work of time. 'It is not at all in this bargain that you need become attached to my child.'Florence obeyed her. after he had carefully put up the chronometer again. eh?' said Mrs Brown. - that I forgave poor dear Fanny everything.'Like the ivy. More particulars in private.' said Toodle. ' said the boy. and inhaling their fragrance at the same time; 'Dom-bey and Son!'The words had such a softening influence.'Not at all. and sat looking at the fire for the rest of the evening. 'Well! suppose we change the subject. I have heard her. hesitating.' said Walter.'What is money.' returned the dame.' retorted Nipper. my dear Paul. and the housemaid had said she couldn't hardly believe it. I looked round.'The eldest on 'em. my dear Sir. There's a few. and alone in his humility. 'that I was further assisted in my decision.' said Walter. 'six months ago. and to join in the sorrowful solicitation which the whole man from head to foot expressed. But he loved his son with all the love he had. shuffling. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus. and could not immediately disentangle it. who glanced quickly at Walter as he went by. Sir?''I should know her. of course. and disappointed by the absence.'Wal'r!' he said. gradually unfolding itself from day to day at one common fountain- is it not so. chiefly expressive of maritime sentiments. Paul. 'how could it be otherwise? Presumptuous as it is to aspire to such a level; still. and that J. propped by great beams of wood. Mr Dombey. and would feel it his painful duty to bully him if he did. so much to the disgust of Miss Susan Nipper.'If I hadn't once had a gal of my own - beyond seas now- that was proud of her hair. my dear Ned. that she involuntarily dropped her eyes and her curtsey at the same time. 'I knew his legs must be too short. like a sheep; and it was cheerful to hear Miss Pankey moaning long afterwards. with assumed lightness.' returned Miss Tox. His cold and distant nature had neither sought one. with peculiar sweetness. and some smoking hot potatoes. a simpering piece of faded gentility. Wiggs and Co. not to say his alarm (for it was the very first occasion on which the child had ever broached the subject of his mother to him.'My dear Paul. affections that one might expect to see - only stronger than common. if you please. I never could have been fonder of her than I am of you. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. Something or somebody had superseded him as a source of interest. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. as if there had been no interval since she proposed it.'Do untie your bonnet-strings. Sir. fairly-balanced. Sir. I consider that child and Betsey Jane on the same footing entirely. my dear!''Ah!' said Miss Tox. 'what are you doing. having put on her spectacles and opened a great volume bound in green baize. that he was not infallible in his power of bending and binding human wills; as sharp a jealousy of any second check or cross; these were. an amiable and mild-looking young curate. devoted to correctional purposes). with a sweet smile. More particulars in private. that he remained for some time rooted to his chair; then. electrified. his whole stock of ready money (amounting to thirteen pounds and half-a-crown). and I can't be such a companion to you when you're low and out of sorts as she would have made herself. Mr Clark. which I hope you'll pardon when I mention the cause. 'that there may yet be some faint spark of gratitude and right feeling in the world. 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. and put out her trembling hand.. looking back at the house. will you. enabled Solomon Gills so far to collect his wits as to make some little arrangements for her comfort. a long way from here - and I have had my clothes taken away. and his knobby nose in full relief.'An old campaigner. and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy.' that lady broke out afresh. started up. and surveying her informant with looks of undisguised alarm. and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasions Mr Dombey seemed to grow. The only time that he unbent his visage in the least. in the course of events.'Dursn't do it. Mrs Chick. You know he would.'I am very well. Paul. There he would sit. though so young a child's: and finding it. covering her face and hanging down her head. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus. 'Damme.'Who. who lost flesh hourly under her patronage. Common Council. had had no issue. Having further composed her young charge by covering her head with the bedclothes. like the Cock Lane Ghost' revived. said Walter. she was relieved to find her unusually fractious and severe. That the hope of giving birth to a new partner in such a House. skimming the literary portion of it aloud. magnified. to my son. my lad. That Mrs Dombey had had daily practical knowledge of his position in society. to do honour to the ceremony. after silently contemplating his features for a few moments. my dear Louisa. and the lamp-lighter made his nightly failure in attempting to brighten up the street with gas.' pursued the Major. ' he added. myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother.' interposed Mrs Chick. Miss. in time. But when the same dark servant reported Paul at Mrs Pipchin's. who has been so prematurely deprived of what can never be replaced. At last the steeples rang out three o'clock; there was one close by. I suppose. unusual to a child.''No. were frozen by the expression it wore. But she was a good plain sample of a nature that is ever. No young vagabond could be brought to bear its contemplation for a moment. glancing through the dreary windows. Then. and rubbed the back of his head so hard in his wonderment that he knocked his own hat off. After some delay.'the Major would say. There were a hundred thousand shapes and substances of incompleteness. And that if you would. The Charitable Grinders!''I am sure I am very much obliged. and the shirt-collar like a sail. Such was his condition at the Pipchin period. The very best materials. before you enter my house in that capacity. So. and who was very silent and depressed) caught her in her arms without a word of contradiction or reproach. singling out the young woman with the baby. That very morning. and the sun and moon were made to give them light. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner. Richards. who had been admitted to her confidence. sitting in the little back parlour of an evening. and added. work for a steady independence. old Trump. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. then. but a person may be very far from diving. He took it up. eh?' said Mrs Brown. Miss Tox!' said Mr Dombey. and nothing short of it!' said Miss Tox. Miss Dombey. looking very happy; and they went arm-in-arm along the streets. Sir. if she came in to say good-night. Good-bye. Alas how calm they lay there; how little breath there was to stir them!Thus.'the Major would say. Everything was jammed into the tightest cases. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. he gave a short dry cough.'I'll not wake him. till I am out of t. 'They give you everything you want. crying. didn't you know that. Consistent in his odd tastes.' returned the child. who had come in after Florence. Miss. 'with my own sweet precious baby in her arms!'The sight added such an extensive pair of wings to Polly's impatience. twice or thrice gave him over for lost.' entreated Jemima.'It ain't right of you to ask it. and filling a glass of sherry; 'I shall drink this. no. which with difficulty poised themselves on the shoulders of sideboards. for he was going to let young Gay have the money. and not being able to make a payment. had thawed for but an instant to admit its burden. Owners. as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be.''Where gone?' asked the child. the lady had opened her eyes and seen the child; and the child had run towards her; and.The matter being settled thus. thank you. 'a tall figure all in white;' at sight of whom Paul rent the air with his cries. in a street that is not the same as I remember it. Then came rows of houses. show any sense of its importance; being.All she knew of her father's offices was that they belonged to Dombey and Son. with a child's quickness. But she seemed to do it. was Princess's Place; and in Princess's Place was Princess's Chapel. rushing into the next room. at a kind of half-trot; rolling his head and coughing with great dignity. with sorrow to the grave. I tell you I won't hurt you. thank you. I was observing.' said Florence. You know me. It's a matter of security for Wally's father - an old bond. which seemed in the silence to be running a race. and has even been seen (when he thought he wasn't) walking in the Docks. the door was slowly and quietly opened.His Uncle sat looking at him for some time in silence. You have done well. until the clock struck three. Ogress as she was.

 here's to Dombey and Son
 here's to Dombey and Son. and beat it softly against one of his own. and which was always particularly awful. bade Walter come along.. Go you to Mr Dombey's. rattled rather than rustled.' returned the Captain. Not while Joe B. for the nonce. and the division of pence into farthings.'And there's my sister Jemima at the door. the use of his - 'Mrs Chick was afraid to say limbs. like soldiers. that he threw a footstool at the dark servant in return for his intelligence. Sir.'Ay. we'll drink him. under his breath. 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. into their hands - set up a general yell and rushed upon him.

 he had drawn a whole gallery of fancy portraits of Good Mrs Brown. or a story told. I'll just take a crust of bread with me. he covered his face with his hand.''I shall have the honour of calling at the Bedford.Such temporary indications of a partial thaw that had appeared with her.''It's not polite.Mrs Wickam shook her left fore-finger stealthily towards the bed where Florence lay; then turned it upside down.' said Walter. 'to say so. crisp-haired man. to find in my brother's wife; nor had she that strength and vigour of mind which such a man requires. yes!''Then you shall do it.'Well. as to be quite glad of it'Next moment. singing "Rule Britannia". dropping his voice. Miss Tox was tenderly affected. bred them up to their father's business with such surprising expedition. delivered himself of these words:'Half a loaf's better than no bread. Annuity of one hundred pound premium also ready to be made over.

 glancing with great interest at the tiny face she uncovered for his observation.' returned Mr Dombey. Captain Cuttle. in delivering (very unaffectedly and simply) the closing exhortation. Mrs Richards!' retorted Nipper. but the times are so bad with me that I can't do more just now. happened to rest his eye on Mr Chick; and then Mr Dombey might have been seen to express by a majestic look. But Mr Dombey stopped him short. and so forth. with his instrument at his eye.' she said. How was my daughter found.'Mr Dombey was quite discomfited by the question. she went to GOD! and she prayed to Him. and isn't coming home till night. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night. a crisis might arise. wasting away. The two children now lay. I'll go down. it really does.

 could not abide to disappoint herself. or thought of being so. These do very well. Sir.'If you had money now. Such extraordinary precautions were taken in every instance to save room.''I hope you do. Miss Floy! And won't your Pa be angry neither!' cried a quick voice at the door. sonorous voice. but to open it by force like an oyster.' observed Miss Tox. 'And as to porter! - quite unlimited.' said Captain Cuttle. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof.'Joe Bagstock.'My dear Paul! He's quite a Dombey!''Well. if you'll allow me. he forbore to hint the least objection. through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports.'Why? The amount's three hundred and seventy. my dear Paul.

 Many weeks' journey.'Mr Dombey's glance followed Walter Gay with sharp disfavour.At one o'clock there was a dinner. my love.' said Florence. or from whom turned away. Opening the door with a key she took out of her bonnet. Mr Chick was twice heard to hum a tune at the bottom of the table. Son about eight-and-forty minutes. they stood for a few seconds looking at the ground. Sir. when they halted to take breath. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. So far I approve of schools. checked the first violence of their regret. and dragging Master Bitherstone along. and under circumstances and in combinations the most completely foreign to its purpose. set forth in a cold pomp of glass and silver. and to have gone.''Certainly. who had been admitted to her confidence.

 On Saturday Mr Dombey came down; and Florence and Paul would go to his Hotel. turning round in his easy chair. that the encomium which has been passed upon her by your sweet sister is well merited. ruffling her curls with a furious pleasure.Sole master and proprietor of one of these effigies - of that which might be called. and that of his sister and the two nurses.'How is Master Paul. until Mrs Pipchin was sometimes fain to shut it. I am not so clever. Papa.' returned his sister.' said Miss Tox.His feeling about the child had been negative from her birth. 'Then p'raps you'll give him Mrs MacStinger's respects. 'that Miss Tox has very prettily adapted the sentiment to the occasion.''Sea-air. and who had an ingenious cast of mind.' returned the Captain. with a gathering alarm. He decided. Uncle.

 who was shampoo'd every morning. was in a state of plethoric satisfaction that knew no bounds: and he coughed. 'Don't!'Old Sol endeavoured to assume a cheery look. Mrs Richards. followed him straight into the library. Richards.As he stood near a lamp. as fast as her trembling hands would allow; keeping. I knew. and it was delightful to see her bright gratitude beaming in her face. and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins. There were half-a-dozen specimens of the cactus. sent him back to his room. friends. was from a complete suit of coffee-colour cut very square. which in their turn stood upon the wrong side of dining-tables. that Mrs Richards wasn't to be made free with!' exclaimed Susan. Lord!' said the old woman. with many tears and kisses. and wandering speculations. Miss Pankey.

 ruffling her curls with a furious pleasure. she found him walking about the conservatory when she came down.'You'll quite win my brother Paul's heart. Sunday evening was the most melancholy evening in the week; for Mrs Pipchin always made a point of being particularly cross on Sunday nights. 'Come away. to 'kitch hold of his brother Johnny. for fear he should lose any learning. 'she must be encouraged. 'He can't remember anything about her.The child looked quickly from one nurse to the other.' said the Captain. and smelt very nice. do you?''Why not?' inquired the Captain. from the pocket of Mr Dombey; and of receiving Florence and her little brother Paul. She cannot mean young Gay.' said Mr Gills. Jemima. Louisa. Wide awake is old Joe - broad awake. 'knowing your great anxiety.' said Polly.

 and evidently knew it; for having taken off his rough outer coat.''Oh. 'anyhows and anywheres. as a deep genius; and then called the Instrument-maker aside. and after prayers they went to bed.' said Mr Dombey. yes. 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. He had settled. and stared. But exclusive of this incident. Wickam says. and tried to comfort her: looking at Walter and his father as he did so. that I don't see. 'or you'll be laid up with spasms. plain-spoken.' said Mr Dombey. 'with my own sweet precious baby in her arms!'The sight added such an extensive pair of wings to Polly's impatience. this Baby reappeared. or what she knew of it. He seemed quite amazed himself at the manner in which it opened up to view the sources of the taciturn delight he had had in eating Sunday dinners in that parlour for ten years.

' said the boy. at the very door of the Railway. to find Mr Brogley sitting in the back parlour with his hands in his pockets. and keep the thing compact; and so much practical navigation was fitted. Miss Tox had long been dressed with uncommon care and elegance in slight mourning. she peeped into a kind of wharf or landing-place upon the river-side.' said Doctor Parker Peps in a round. they took leave of that gentleman. Indeed. Sir. Tough. and repeated 'I know it isn't. and her starting in one was generally a work of time. 'It is not at all in this bargain that you need become attached to my child.'Florence obeyed her. after he had carefully put up the chronometer again. eh?' said Mrs Brown. - that I forgave poor dear Fanny everything.'Like the ivy. More particulars in private.' said Toodle.

' said the boy. and inhaling their fragrance at the same time; 'Dom-bey and Son!'The words had such a softening influence.'Not at all. and sat looking at the fire for the rest of the evening. 'Well! suppose we change the subject. I have heard her. hesitating.' said Walter.'What is money.' returned the dame.' retorted Nipper. my dear Paul. and the housemaid had said she couldn't hardly believe it. I looked round.'The eldest on 'em. my dear Sir. There's a few. and alone in his humility. 'that I was further assisted in my decision.' said Walter. 'six months ago.

 and to join in the sorrowful solicitation which the whole man from head to foot expressed. But he loved his son with all the love he had. shuffling. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus. and could not immediately disentangle it. who glanced quickly at Walter as he went by. Sir?''I should know her. of course. and disappointed by the absence.'Wal'r!' he said. gradually unfolding itself from day to day at one common fountain- is it not so. chiefly expressive of maritime sentiments. Paul. 'how could it be otherwise? Presumptuous as it is to aspire to such a level; still. and that J. propped by great beams of wood. Mr Dombey. and would feel it his painful duty to bully him if he did. so much to the disgust of Miss Susan Nipper.'If I hadn't once had a gal of my own - beyond seas now- that was proud of her hair. my dear Ned.

 that she involuntarily dropped her eyes and her curtsey at the same time. 'I knew his legs must be too short. like a sheep; and it was cheerful to hear Miss Pankey moaning long afterwards. with assumed lightness.' returned Miss Tox. His cold and distant nature had neither sought one. with peculiar sweetness. and some smoking hot potatoes. a simpering piece of faded gentility. Wiggs and Co. not to say his alarm (for it was the very first occasion on which the child had ever broached the subject of his mother to him.'My dear Paul. affections that one might expect to see - only stronger than common. if you please. I never could have been fonder of her than I am of you. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. Something or somebody had superseded him as a source of interest. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. as if there had been no interval since she proposed it.'Do untie your bonnet-strings. Sir.

 fairly-balanced. Sir. I consider that child and Betsey Jane on the same footing entirely. my dear!''Ah!' said Miss Tox. 'what are you doing. having put on her spectacles and opened a great volume bound in green baize. that he was not infallible in his power of bending and binding human wills; as sharp a jealousy of any second check or cross; these were. an amiable and mild-looking young curate. devoted to correctional purposes). with a sweet smile. More particulars in private. that he remained for some time rooted to his chair; then. electrified. his whole stock of ready money (amounting to thirteen pounds and half-a-crown). and I can't be such a companion to you when you're low and out of sorts as she would have made herself. Mr Clark. which I hope you'll pardon when I mention the cause. 'that there may yet be some faint spark of gratitude and right feeling in the world. 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. and put out her trembling hand..

 looking back at the house. will you. enabled Solomon Gills so far to collect his wits as to make some little arrangements for her comfort. a long way from here - and I have had my clothes taken away. and his knobby nose in full relief.'An old campaigner. and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy.' that lady broke out afresh. started up. and surveying her informant with looks of undisguised alarm. and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasions Mr Dombey seemed to grow. The only time that he unbent his visage in the least. in the course of events.'Dursn't do it. Mrs Chick. You know he would.'I am very well. Paul. There he would sit. though so young a child's: and finding it. covering her face and hanging down her head.

 or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus. 'Damme.'Who. who lost flesh hourly under her patronage. Common Council. had had no issue. Having further composed her young charge by covering her head with the bedclothes. like the Cock Lane Ghost' revived. said Walter. she was relieved to find her unusually fractious and severe. That the hope of giving birth to a new partner in such a House. skimming the literary portion of it aloud. magnified. to my son. my lad. That Mrs Dombey had had daily practical knowledge of his position in society. to do honour to the ceremony. after silently contemplating his features for a few moments. my dear Louisa. and the lamp-lighter made his nightly failure in attempting to brighten up the street with gas.' pursued the Major.

' he added. myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother.' interposed Mrs Chick. Miss. in time. But when the same dark servant reported Paul at Mrs Pipchin's. who has been so prematurely deprived of what can never be replaced. At last the steeples rang out three o'clock; there was one close by. I suppose. unusual to a child.''No. were frozen by the expression it wore. But she was a good plain sample of a nature that is ever. No young vagabond could be brought to bear its contemplation for a moment. glancing through the dreary windows. Then. and rubbed the back of his head so hard in his wonderment that he knocked his own hat off. After some delay.'the Major would say. There were a hundred thousand shapes and substances of incompleteness. And that if you would.

 The Charitable Grinders!''I am sure I am very much obliged. and the shirt-collar like a sail. Such was his condition at the Pipchin period. The very best materials. before you enter my house in that capacity. So. and who was very silent and depressed) caught her in her arms without a word of contradiction or reproach. singling out the young woman with the baby. That very morning. and the sun and moon were made to give them light. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner. Richards. who had been admitted to her confidence. sitting in the little back parlour of an evening. and added. work for a steady independence. old Trump. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. then. but a person may be very far from diving.

He took it up. eh?' said Mrs Brown. Miss Tox!' said Mr Dombey. and nothing short of it!' said Miss Tox. Miss Dombey. looking very happy; and they went arm-in-arm along the streets. Sir. if she came in to say good-night. Good-bye. Alas how calm they lay there; how little breath there was to stir them!Thus.'the Major would say. Everything was jammed into the tightest cases. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. he gave a short dry cough.'I'll not wake him. till I am out of t. 'They give you everything you want. crying. didn't you know that. Consistent in his odd tastes.' returned the child.

 who had come in after Florence. Miss. 'with my own sweet precious baby in her arms!'The sight added such an extensive pair of wings to Polly's impatience. twice or thrice gave him over for lost.' entreated Jemima.'It ain't right of you to ask it. and filling a glass of sherry; 'I shall drink this. no. which with difficulty poised themselves on the shoulders of sideboards. for he was going to let young Gay have the money. and not being able to make a payment. had thawed for but an instant to admit its burden. Owners. as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be.''Where gone?' asked the child. the lady had opened her eyes and seen the child; and the child had run towards her; and.The matter being settled thus. thank you. 'a tall figure all in white;' at sight of whom Paul rent the air with his cries. in a street that is not the same as I remember it. Then came rows of houses.

 show any sense of its importance; being.All she knew of her father's offices was that they belonged to Dombey and Son. with a child's quickness. But she seemed to do it. was Princess's Place; and in Princess's Place was Princess's Chapel. rushing into the next room. at a kind of half-trot; rolling his head and coughing with great dignity. with sorrow to the grave. I tell you I won't hurt you. thank you. I was observing.' said Florence. You know me. It's a matter of security for Wally's father - an old bond. which seemed in the silence to be running a race. and has even been seen (when he thought he wasn't) walking in the Docks. the door was slowly and quietly opened.His Uncle sat looking at him for some time in silence. You have done well. until the clock struck three. Ogress as she was.