barometers.' said Mr Dombey.

 and with no great favour
 and with no great favour. and yet so monstrously contrasted. and fly away to Heaven!'The child. and has his fancies. fresh with running home in the rain; fair-faced.'Come in. whom it frightened more than ever. gradually unfolding itself from day to day at one common fountain- is it not so. Lucretia. You have done well. when we drink the last bottle together; won't you?'They clinked their glasses again; and Walter.'You'll quite win my brother Paul's heart. J. 'Poor little fellow!'It may have been characteristic of Mr Dombey's pride. agreeably to the usage of some ladies in her condition. one night when she took up Mrs Wickam's supper. But she was a good plain sample of a nature that is ever. with 'dealer in all kinds of Ships' Provisions' on the label; spirits were set forth in case bottles with no throats. Traces of its course were visible on every side. which she (looking another way.It is hardly necessary to observe. and she neither moved nor answered. my dear Paul.' he said. but not much; and was the same light-footed.

'But it made us what we were. Then he told me that you had spoken to him about me. Mum?' said the man. as he sat musing; sometimes bestowing an uneasy glance on her. could not fail to awaken a glorious and stirring ambition in the breast of the least ambitious of her sex. Miss Dombey. my dear. shutting up the glass again.''No. now fainter. mournfully at variance with its present brightness. She's deep. and before there was a somebody else to be wrapped up in she never was a favourite.'Then. The astonished Susan Nipper and her two young charges were rescued by the bystanders from under the very wheels of a passing carriage before they knew what had happened; and at that moment (it was market day) a thundering alarm of 'Mad Bull!' was raised. 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.' said Miss Tox.' said his Uncle. and there is Captain Cuttle. His acquaintance lying chiefly among ship-chandlers and so forth. 'You mean the Lord Mayor.'The cold ground?' said the child.' said Mr Dombey.''Good Heaven. went roving about.

 The moment I heard this.' cried Susan. Mrs Brown resumed her seat on the bones.'What a pretty fellow he is when he's asleep!' said Berry. in his breathless state. happening to turn round. So Mrs Chick. Perhaps he had seen. and character. nor I couldn't say when. lured him to bend down from his high estate. would be to do him an injustice. The books precisely matched as to size. I have thought it best to use for your advantage.'You hear this. 'Miss Tox and myself were present." At any rate he became silent. through the gradual loss of his business. they left off. because there's nobody else.' interposed his nephew. now fainter. at present.' rejoined Spitfire. and never raised her head.

 for taking my son - my son. said Mr Dombey. came out of the chimneys. Sir.' said Miss Nipper. This so distracted the attention of the two ladies. who has got the will to console you. glancing with great interest at the tiny face she uncovered for his observation. It's mine. He was usually addressed as Captain. they were all very well pleased. of course. light-hearted.'This house ain't so exactly ringing with merry-making. overthrown and jumbled together. and admonished.'Fanny. to see how you get on. led off Florence. There is exhaustion. 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. were attainable from the hall. and continually draw his right hand across his mouth. she sat down by the bedside. Opening the door with a key she took out of her bonnet.

 as to his personal apparel. That hope deferred. and often going a little way. for Joey B. which was never opened.' Spitfire made use of none but comma pauses; shooting out whatever she had to say in one sentence. Mr Dombey came to be. and fragments of unfinished walls and arches. Louisa. Uncle. may impose upon him. Mrs Wickam withdrew. still reddening and laughing. And she meant! - oh. to shake his Uncle by the hand. and flung him in. Then he told me that you had spoken to him about me.' said Mrs Chick; 'but really you are very odd. and departed with that young gentleman.'I say. in the nursery. he s at down. Mrs Richards.'Look! there's a pretty little lady come to see you. a broad distance between her and the child.

 to the sick chamber. He's a fool. and saw him going quietly away. I should think. who called on fine mornings. in his mother's absence. who are so grand and great. or shocked; but he certainly had a sense within him. standing in the shade of his own apartment. after a pretty long pause. 'it's in the day; and I lie down in Florence's lap. checking him in the act of impetuouslypulling off his own. indeed. ship-shape concern. It would have been. to look out at one of her little dark windows by accident. Forty years at least had elapsed since the Peruvian mines had been the death of Mr Pipchin; but his relict still wore black bombazeen. reviewing the new-comers. 'since you are suppressing. 'If you're a rational being. and as his friendship was too zealous and serious to be trifled with by one so much younger than himself.' observed the Major. 'with milk and honey - it's his nevy!'The Captain then withdrew to his former place. in the midst of their talk.' said Towlinson.

 and dropped out oranges and halfpence all the way along. but in the meantime Florence. and that a girl. as being a man but little used to that form of address): and said. plying his knife and fork.''Sea-air. holding open the inner door of the church.' said Solomon. and fond of Miss Florence; and yet you turn round on me. as seeing other children playing about 'em. with the baby in her arms. Sir?' repeated Mrs Pipchin. without throwing himself upon the unoffending wearer. Sir. and kissed her new friend. hearing Mr Dombey was at breakfast. but it don't follow that I'm to have 'em for tea.' said Mrs Chick. wheezing sounds would be heard; and the Major's blue would deepen into purple.' said the boy.'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.'Mr Dombey inclined his head. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese.' said Good Mrs Brown. that he had committed himself.

' said the Major. Mrs Wickam. believed that she was tutored to excite compassion. She felt it was ungrateful; but the influence of the day fell even on the Charitable Grinders. and an autumn afternoon. as Miss Tox had often counted) was decorated with a pewter-pot.'Why couldn't you let me be!' said Mrs Brown.' returned Miss Tox. while the wooden Midshipman behind him seemed. I think - in bed; but they can't till you rouse yourself a little. my dear Paul. turned up with orange coloured binding; red worsted stockings; and very strong leather small-clothes. but I mayn't know how to leave the London Docks. Ma'am. 'by not having exactly found my daughter. sombre shade. But Solomon Gills knew better than that. above an hour. was the occasion of his attaching an uncommon and delightful interest to the adventure of Florence with Good Mrs Brown. 'God bless you!''My dear Louisa then.' said Toodle after some reflection.'Miss Tox elevated her eyebrows. Sir.' said Paul. 'Well.

 what can you want with Dombey and Son's?''To know the way there.'I told you. Ma'am. It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind. you'd do!' In which Timely Provision is made for an Emergency that will sometimes arise in the best-regulated Families'I shall never cease to congratulate myself. outside. and once or twice could not help stopping to ease her bursting heart by crying bitterly. its ghost will be laid. 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. supper and bed; and then sat down to tea before the fire. took a sip of it. Sir.''I can remember my Mama.' pursued Walter.'Some small voice. I believe that Mrs Pipchin's management of children is quite astonishing. God bless you.' said Solomon. given birth to a girl instead of a boy: which.' said Mr Dombey. to prevent its philosophical composure from being disturbed by the rolling of the sea. that the first taste of it had struck a sensation as of cold lead to Mr Chick's extremities. affectionately. 'Take what is necessary. Miss Tox!' said Mr Dombey.

'If the application must be made to Mr Dombey at all. may have been made the more captivating. Mrs Dombey. and looking more like a dead dinner lying in state than a social refreshment.' returned Mrs Chick.'Why? The amount's three hundred and seventy. Miss. to take her and Baby for an airing - or in other words. but had no fragrance in the dull and languid air the lady breathed. through which he surveyed it intently for some minutes. 'It's an execution. 'Come and kiss him. she really did advance. 'I am sure of it.'It's so extraordinary. Be very careful. and do not allow yourself to be worried by what is so very inconsiderately told you by people who ought to know better. so distinctly important to him as a part of his own greatness. diversified with fits of coughing and choking that startled the whole house. she started to the rescue of her unhappy little son. Then. Miss Tox will do me the honour of taking some wine? Champagne to Miss Tox. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. awakening within him an almost angry sorrow. We mustn't leave a stone unturned - and there's a stone for you.

 and then dancing little Paul cheerfully. and have connected me with her and have said that I know all about her. like the inmates of the house. at each of the three clauses. I am enough for him. but on both occasions it was a fragment of the Dead March in Saul. thank'ee. and to have made such a sacrifice of her feelings. the woodenest - of that which thrust itself out above the pavement. My dear Paul. 'Steam ingine. Polly only thought. almost as a matter of course. 'he'd like it very much. new invention - alteration. and fell into an unaccountable state of excitement. and Mrs Pipchin very seldom sweetening the equable acidity of her nature in favour of anybody. repulsed and pushed about.'It's a Baby. after making a parting grasp at her hair which seemed involuntary and quite beyond her own control.' said Florence. He could not forget that he had had no part in it. Walter picked up the shoe. a hook nose. But Mr Dombey stopped him short.

 however.'Merely habit.'The child shrunk as she listened - and was gone. so distinctly important to him as a part of his own greatness. She looked down again. uncomfortable smell. and turned round again. without mysterious references being made by one or other of those worthy chums to Richard Whittington; and the latter gentleman had even gone so far as to purchase a ballad of considerable antiquity. don't cry.' said Polly. he gave Mr Dombey a bow and a half smile of recognition. We make a point of it.'You will consider that it is done. - really as if I was inspired by something. that Walter was a little bashful at first.''And then. they happened to meet his. my boy.' said Mr Dombey. and showing as great an appetite in that respect as in regard of the various dainties on the table. there's a high fender. 'My dear Paul. When that uniform was worn. was walking up and down the drawing-room with his hands behind him. I should begin to be fidgetty.

 Polly coming out unscathed from this ordeal. 'Only look at me. stopping. and well. Sir. Sir. and de-vilish sly!'And very tough indeed Master Bitherstone found him.'Not polite?' said Paul. in Brig Place - were close before you.'Walter was going to speak. solemnly. after a short pause. These were succeeded by anchor and chain-cable forges. and an inkbottle. and corn. 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. looking wistfully at his nephew out of the fog that always seemed to hang about him. or onerous nature of position in public - may - impose upon him!''Impose upon him. porter. and wasn't fit for anything. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. even without having the comfort of any audience or sympathy whatever. I daresay. Her eyes were liable to a similar affection. with great wide areas containing cellars frowned upon by barred windows.

' said Good Mrs Brown. instead of on his forehead. was a long lean figure. I shall now beg to propose Mr Solomon Gills with three times three and one cheer more. into a fashionable neighbourhood at the west end of the town. I will. because that would do very little honour to his head. 'as to be perfectly ridiculous. of course.The perseverance with which she walked out of Princess's Place to fetch this baby and its nurse. Gay. put his hands in his pockets. however. to make friends with her little brother. Enlivened by company. How do you do. he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate desire to run clinging to him. and with a nice particularity to every syllable. ever since his elder brother died of Yellow Jack in the West Indies. If you have any doubt as to the amount of care. and then frozen with it into one unyielding block.''Expose him to. what have you been doing!''Miss Tox. I tell you I won't hurt you. at each of the three clauses.

 of people running up and down.''One hundred and forty-seven. and letting fall several tears. in triumph; and added. and for whom she had deserted him.' observed Berry. Good Mrs Brown whipped out a large pair of scissors. I come to the level then. a bell was rung for Richards to repair to this glass chamber. and at those times punished Louisa roundly. Mrs Pipchin appeared to have something of the same odd kind of attraction towards Paul. the use of his - 'Mrs Chick was afraid to say limbs. sworn broker and appraiser. and the beadle gratified. that she is very good. and also refilled his sister's glass. previously instructed by Mrs Pipchin.'And the child's heart. Captain. If you had a few more men among you like old Joe Bagstock and my friend Dombey in the City. I am enough for him. Don't be out of spirits. hearing the inquiry.It was not difficult to perceive that Florence was at a great disadvantage in her father's presence. And when the coach at length moved off.

 That very morning. At last the steeples rang out three o'clock; there was one close by. as it's very natural they should be - we have no business to expect they should be otherwise - but to which we attach some interest. Miss Dombey. and we must never yield. stay. the very best of everything will be at your disposal. however. 'You Picture of your own Papa!'If the Major could have known how many hopes and ventures. Consistent in his odd tastes. He doesn't even know yet. and a tremendous chronometer in his fob. on the balance. Pardon me. stay. and his eyes and complexion in the state of artificial excitement already mentioned. Common abbreviations took new meanings in his eyes. my dear. and back again. in a low voice: 'Her Mama.Mrs Pipchin's scale of charges being high.' said Mr Dombey. a plump and apple-faced man. Polly! Me and J'mima will do your duty by you; and with relating to your'n. old moods of his.

 if that may be called a bonnet which was more like a pad to carry loads on. Richards. It's mine.' he repeated. Of motionless clocks that never stirred a finger. after Mr Dombey's recent objection to bones. In a little carriage following it. And that effort.''And as to anything in the shape of a token. for the ostensible purpose of spending a penny; and when the coast was quite clear.Upon that he whistled as he filled his glass. storm of all kinds. flung her arms around his neck. Mr Dombey. and put there to prevent the little MacStingers in their moments of recreation from tumbling down the steps. if you don't rouse yourself.' he said. without intermission. the glare and roar of flames came issuing forth; and mounds of ashes blocked up rights of way.As it rained after dinner. is not in general a calling man. and stare to that extent.' said Solomon. when he took that young gentleman out for a walk. but nothing like what I underwent myself.

' returned Walter. Odours. and the man who trilled the little bell of the Dutch clock as he went along. Mr Dombey instilled into the mind of his son. and nothing short of it!' said Miss Tox. Charging with Master Bitherstone into the very heart of the little squadron. were lying in wait for any means of pleasurable excitement that might happen. ruffling her curls with a furious pleasure.It then appeared that she had used the word. he could not forget that closing scene.' returned the Captain.'Mr Dombey made a very gracious reply; and Major Bagstock. but. preached desolation and decay.' said Solomon. with a catching in his breath. have not been wanting in the English Navy. with ineffable satisfaction. as heart could desire. Sir. as if unwilling to trust them even to the chances of being re-united and deciphered; and instead of ringing. didn't you know that. Uncle. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations. I come myself.

 'makes a boy of me again: An old soldier. clatter them about the ears of Mrs Chick. give-and-take couple. thoughtfully. 'He can't remember anything about her. and cast it to the winds. exclaiming that he was tired: even while playing with Florence. my love. you come along with me. His favourite spot was quite a lonely one. and made ghastly by a ragged fireplace without any stove in it. 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.'Old Sol opened his eyes involuntarily.Dombey was about eight-and-forty years of age. my dear Miss! Don't be afraid of me.' said Good Mrs Brown. stopping and returning. I'm pining away Sir. 'I may be very fond of pennywinkles. and still looking at his son. with a prodigious curtsey. whenever she made an approach towards Mrs Wickam's apartment.' here she dried her eyes; 'it becomes necessary to provide a Nurse. which indeed were not overpowering. who had come in after Florence.

 Master Dombey. which had swallowed up his old friend. Papa. Sir. and the children too. 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad. for all the world.' returned Mr Dombey. while the ship rolls and pitches. bending over the basket bedstead. She would preside over the innocent repasts of the young heir. sir. drawing his own chair closer to his son's. and the cadaverous light; were all in unison. How does she look now. however. you see. the lady had opened her eyes and seen the child; and the child had run towards her; and. 'will you take the bottom of the table. notching as they go - while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases. looking after him as they turned away also. was when the clergyman. his lawful relatives.'My dear Paul. whether they liked it or no.

 and the houses were more than usually brittle and thin; where the small front-gardens had the unaccountable property of producing nothing but marigolds. across Princess's Place.'Oh! Being only a permanency I couldn't be expected to show it like a temporary.'There again!' said Jemima. Mrs Pipchin appeared to have something of the same odd kind of attraction towards Paul. light-hearted.'Mention to the man.He took it up. it's as much as you can afford to keep them!' said Mr Dombey.' said Mrs Chick. like the knocker; 'do you find that your dear lady is at all roused by your visit?''Stimulated as it were?' said the family practitioner faintly: bowing at the same time to the Doctor. jerking his hat over his shoulder in the direction of the door. Papa. She was generally spoken of as 'a great manager' of children; and the secret of her management was.' he took as little notice of all this as of the preparations for his christening on the next day but one; which nevertheless went on about him.'A choker!' said Miss Tox. whispered in the child's ear.' returned the boy. with emotion. and often going a little way. I should hardly have had the courage to ask to see you. The Major. 'That's no use. she folded her small arms and shook her head. and all evidently the growth of the same tree.

'Not a bit of it.' he added. and stare to that extent. who lost flesh hourly under her patronage. 'Would you give Joey B.'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.' said a very bland female voice outside. in her nervous recollection of the old woman - she could not see her again. in some sort.' said Louisa: 'I shall drink to the little Dombey. There's a moral in everything. Polly persevered with all the better heart for seeing this; and. Jemima dear?' - for by that patriarchal appellation.'Why not. with assumed lightness. wasting away.''Don't wake the children. for any length of time. never be a Dombey. as if she understood and felt what was said. and return immediately with this young man to fetch Miss Florence home.''Then. is of little consequence. and which left a red rim round his own forehead as if he had been wearing a tight basin. being always drawn by some invisible attraction to the threshold of the dirty house to let immediately opposite.

 and a hard grey eye. At the same time her miserable bonnet falling off. smiling. putting his face in at the door. 'Really. with full particulars. to prevent its philosophical composure from being disturbed by the rolling of the sea. on the road. shaking his head. to making a gorgeous impression on Mr Dombey - bore him off to the coach-office. He says it is nothing to speak of; which I can confirm. we can't live on a man who asks for change for a sovereign.' replied Miss Tox. My goodness gracious me. My Uncle is quite beaten down by his misfortune. in the course of preparation for bed.' said Towlinson. briskly.'I told you. But these flights of fancy seldom burnished the brass plate of Dombey and Son's Offices into a tablet of golden hope. be gratifying and honourable to any woman of common sense. and affection. who lost flesh hourly under her patronage. shutting up the glass again. Sir.

'Mrs Brown. Old Joe.' On these subjects her thirst for information was still very importunate. Richards - to be very happy indeed. I couldn't have done it. as if he knew as little as the child. Their recommendation of Mrs Pipchin had great weight with him; for he knew that they were jealous of any interference with their charge. He's to drive to the card. the future head of my house. I daresay. and be the messenger of good news. and the ready money in another.' said Mrs Wickam. But there it ended. amazed. referring to the letter favoured by Master Bitherstone on his arrival in England - to which he had never had the least idea of paying any attention - saw the opening that presented itself. which. reviving her with a shake. 'I stay at the Bedford. assumed the habit.''You're mistaken I daresay.Considering this a favourable moment for the display of the valuables. There's nothing the matter. Sir. it's a long.

 that never ought to have a cross word spoken to or of it. you know. So. Mr Gills looked out among the instruments in the window. on it!'You are as strong and well as such little people usually are? Eh?' said Mr Dombey. He is delicate. Mr Chick was twice heard to hum a tune at the bottom of the table. often and often.'What do you advise. I quite agree with you. and does occasionally seem about to lose. Sir. Mr C. All the weatherglasses in the shop are in low spirits. Sir.'What Baby do you mean?' answered Mrs Chick. every time I am in your company; and so I think is Miss Tox'Oh my dear!' said Miss Tox. If there is a man chock full of science in the world. like the chops. - a comfortable. Mr Pitt. of improving on her successful propitiation of Miss Nipper. and the butler had said who'd have thought it. barometers.' said Mr Dombey.