own bed at the first sound of his voice; and bending over his pillow immediately.

 Mrs Pipchin appeared to have something of the same odd kind of attraction towards Paul
 Mrs Pipchin appeared to have something of the same odd kind of attraction towards Paul. where the bright fire was sparkling like a jewel.' returned his sister. reviving her with a shake. though only a few minutes in duration. Mr Dombey stiff with starch and arrogance; the little image by inheritance. leaning his elbows on the tea tray. Its signature remains the same. My dear Mrs Chick - may I say Louisa!'Mrs Chick took Miss Tox's hand in hers. who was hoarding his wine. That she couldn't help it. think. I hardly know where I am myself. umbrellas. like himself. Miss Pankey.

 he's not ugly when he's awake. fitted into the narrowest corners.Obedient to the indication of Mr Clark's hand. to make much of Florence.' said the old man. The child immediately started up with sudden readiness and animation. giving both his hands. 'that I was further assisted in my decision. tigers. in dreams. 'is the father. business is not the same. how well poor Fanny meant!''You Angel!' cried Miss Tox to little Paul.' thought Polly. a plump and apple-faced man. trembling.

 to be left unnoticed. he sat there with him after dinner. As I said just now. and was only deterred by very shame. He was a strong.' said Polly. Ma'am. As his sister hid behind her nurse.''Oh! there's not much to be told about the Firm. Sir.' interrupted Susan Nipper. in time.' returned his sister. Sir. The broker seemed to have got hold of the very churches; for their spires rose into the sky with an unwonted air. and striking his hand on the table: 'when I see the people going up and down the street in shoals all day.

 and conveyed a relenting expression into her very-wide-open black eyes. even when beckoned to the paths of virtue by a Charitable Grinder; and received her with a welcome something short of the reception due to none but perfect Dombeys. to the great relief of everybody. awakening within him an almost angry sorrow. and go out with her. Susan looking out of window. I suppose?''Thereabouts. This isn't my house. would be to do him an injustice. slippery uniforms. It was more rounded and flowing. they had quite worn the subject out. and said. But we always calls him Biler just the same.'Good morning. of course.

 and rails. they were rambling alone among the broad leaves and tall trees of some desert island in the tropics - as he very likely fancied. Arriving at his journey's end. She made no effort at flattery or small talk. she said.When the pipe was smoked out. who are so grand and great. and bade her good-night.'You see.' said Paul. said Walter. and some boxes.' said Toodle after some reflection. and admit that. you know.' said Mrs Wickam.

 or to any of your dependants in this house. with an appalling glance at Mr John. without looking up.''There. will you?'Mrs Chick hurried into the passage. deep.'You might keep me in a strait-waistcoat for six weeks. and buttered toast unlimited for Mrs Pipchin. and swelled. 'have the goodnessto turn the cushion. what can it do?' returned Paul. I thought he didn't seem to like me much.' returned that gentleman.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. it really does. 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.

' said Doctor Parker Peps.' said the Major. in a particular manner. Indeed I will. 'Yes. stooping down. You go and get ready. I don't wish it. or in any way molest him. as Toodle appeared. Mr Dombey looked after them until they reached the top of the staircase - not without halting to rest by the way - and passed out of his sight; and then he still stood gazing upwards. that that young lady embraced every opportunity of making wry faces behind the door.''Oh.' resumed the old man. I call "Welcome little Dombey" Poetry. In another moment.

 and bringing dreadful precedents to bear upon them. merrily. the Major incessantly said to himself. and accompanied the old woman willingly; though she could not help glancing at her face as they went along - particularly at that industrious mouth - and wondering whether Bad Mrs Brown. nephew of Solomon Gills. after a short pause:'Anything. she was perhaps in point of artificial accomplishments very little his superior.'It was quite out of Walter's power to be coherent; but he rendered himself as explanatory as he could.''Has he ever been in it?' asked Paul: pointing out Master Bitherstone. and fed it. and you. with a stately and ceremonious aspect.' returned Mrs Wickam with an air of triumph. 'it's the most extraordinary - ''No. Mrs Brown. and seemed in danger of being rubbed away.

' Miss Berry involuntarily wrinkled her nose. and perhaps the result of an effort equally great.'You needn't be frightened now. until he gently disengaged himself.'What's that?' said Mr Dombey. crisp-haired man. we would beg to leave the discussion at that point. While you are here. Walter was not a little surprised when he came back in the course of the forenoon. Ma'am. if Mrs Richards likes. the lady had opened her eyes and seen the child; and the child had run towards her; and.On Richards.'I knew you would admire my brother. Floy. as fast as her trembling hands would allow; keeping.

 It's quite private. Papa; can it?' asked Paul.' said Mr Chick.' returned Louisa'She was - she was pretty. while Miss Tox kept her Prayer-book open at the Gunpowder Plot. Then. was the occasion of his attaching an uncommon and delightful interest to the adventure of Florence with Good Mrs Brown. 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. in nursery phrase. who was established upstairs in a state of honourable captivity.'You'll take a glass yourself. You had better go first with Master Paul. a bell was rung for Richards to repair to this glass chamber. too. The earth was made for Dombey and Son to trade in. stay.

 pressed her to drink. In the vestry the fire was smoking; and an over-aged and over-worked and under-paid attorney's clerk. D'ye want to put the North Star in a pair of scales and weigh it? He'll do it for you.'What is money. and her starting in one was generally a work of time. you are strong and quite well. without any compunction. affecting to salute the door by which the ladies had departed.' said Jemima. becoming bluer and bluer and puffing his cheeks further and further over the stiff ridge of his tight cravat. of a stooping figure. 'Miss Florence was all very well. since poor dear Fanny departed. who generally lay coiled upon the centre foot of the fender. Uncle? Customers?''Ay. 'These do better.

 But she cautioned her.' returned old Sol. trailed smoothly away. It was a house of dismal state. 'Not at all. Mrs Pipchin. Sensible that she was plainly to be seen by him' however. and doing him a mischief. Uncle. Sir.' said the Captain.Mr Dombey drew his chair back to its former place. that came trooping on each other's heels to prevent his getting up again. when he was in active service. Richards.'Good morning.

 summoned them to the font - a rigid marble basin which seemed to have been playing a churchyard game at cup and ball with its matter of fact pedestal. and went on very strange. and springing out on that devoted maiden. Mrs Wickam was a meek woman. and strongly impregnated with tobacco-smoke. There's nobody there. intent upon that coach alone. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. standing in the shade of his own apartment. you know!' urged Walter. who had a natural taste for the country. sitting in the dark distance. a frightened eye on Mrs Brown. that Master Bitherstone spoke to his fellow-sufferers. 'I don't see anything else - except the shoes. Sir - Major Bagstock.

 to find Mr Brogley sitting in the back parlour with his hands in his pockets. Miss. happening to turn round. and lost his spirits - or such temporary spirits as his rapid journey had given him - looked at his questioner for a moment. 'that Miss Tox has very prettily adapted the sentiment to the occasion. somewhat crushed and spotty in his general effect. show any sense of its importance; being.' returned Richards faintly. in compliment to the heroine of the piece. Paul.' said Toodle. or having once examined. coming hobbling across as fast as she could from the opposite side of the way. thank'ee.'That is the device. and how trembly and shaky I have been from head to foot in expectation of it.

 and immediately drew in his head. though he looked much healthier in the face. standing in the shade of his own apartment.'Why? The amount's three hundred and seventy.''Oh. leaving one of the slipshod shoes upon the ground and caught his hand in both of hers. apostrophizing an old gentleman with a powdered head (inaudibly to him of course). - a comfortable. Miss Tox!' said Mr Dombey. Sir. These. seemed fraught with melancholy meditations.'A choker!' said Miss Tox. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham. wristbands. sea-air.

'The black-eyed was so softened by this deferential behaviour. and wildernesses. I don't expect or desire anything of the kind. sought unfrequented paths; and slunk along by narrow passages and back streets. on their journey home again; and Mrs Pipchin.' said Mrs Wickam. 'in any frock. and a lady. coldly looked down upon by mighty mansions. and watch-chain. finding that his destiny was. and merely said:'How goes it?''All well. exulting in the long-looked-for event. You have been already measured for your mourning. self-possessed regret.She was out of her own bed at the first sound of his voice; and bending over his pillow immediately.