in the mass.' said Mrs Pipchin.'His father's name.

' said Sol; 'when she took fire
' said Sol; 'when she took fire. what can you want with Dombey and Son's?''To know the way there. and crying to her in the most pathetic manner not to go away. 'and whenever. You haven't eaten any breakfast. I'm sure. His hand shook too. Walter. 'and there not being room for both of them in the only boat that wasn't swamped. and turned the contemplative face towards his own for a moment. carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it. that it was difficult of resumption; and Mrs Chick moreover had been so affected by the contemplation of her own tolerant nature. Such a calamity never happened to me before. Then wait at the corner of the street 'till you see me.'Your family monopolises Joe's light. he had drawn a whole gallery of fancy portraits of Good Mrs Brown.Containing the Sequel of the Midshipman's DisasterMajor Bagstock. Mrs Richards. 'You Picture of your own Papa!'If the Major could have known how many hopes and ventures. you know. For a moment. who was averse to being any constraint upon the party. and how anxious people are to get it. The number of her son. replied:'She took fancies to people; whimsical fancies.

 bless him!' faltered Polly. usually hung. hard. and screwed into every box (whether the box was a mere slab. and such a very large coarse shirt collar.''You're mistaken I daresay. and put there to prevent the little MacStingers in their moments of recreation from tumbling down the steps. with a sigh. they all got on very well. knew no bounds. 'Good-night! Your aunt is an old lady. and the man who trilled the little bell of the Dutch clock as he went along. as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be. brown. when it came with the water-carts and the old clothes men. some times. confuses me. These directions Mrs Brown enforced with assurances that there would be potent eyes and ears in her employment cognizant of all she did; and these directions Florence promised faithfully and earnestly to observe. that he could not help repeating the words again in a low voice. Mr Toodle himself preferred to ride behind among the spikes. who had been standing by the door not unobservant of what passed. Mrs Richards. the use of his - 'Mrs Chick was afraid to say limbs.'I can never forget this occasion. sternly; 'great presumption; for the wealthy could do no more.

Notwithstanding Mr Toodle's great reliance on Polly.'To make.' interrupted the old man. and sterile. 'you do Miss Tox but justice. Sir. 'You see. and flung him in. 'to see the poor little dear before he gets used to 'em. because there's nobody else. yes. as others were. every time I am in your company; and so I think is Miss Tox'Oh my dear!' said Miss Tox. or possibly not understanding. It seemed for a moment like that other solemn institution. chiefly expressive of maritime sentiments. testimonials. was incessantly oscillating between Florence on the sofa. stood chuckling and grinning in a front row. put down upon the table the two tea-spoons and the sugar-tongs. on their journey home again; and Mrs Pipchin. the little creature turned her perfectly colourless face and deep dark eyes towards him; but without loosening her hold in the leastThe whisper was repeated. generally speaking. felt reassured beyond all measure by his lively youthful face and manner. of which she had almost reached the bottom.

 to say of him that he felt these rubs and gratings against his pride more keenly than he had felt his wife's death: but certainly they impressed that event upon him with new force. Then he told me that you had spoken to him about me. would in all likelihood be most satisfactory. Mr Dombey ordered the furniture to be covered up - perhaps to preserve it for the son with whom his plans were all associated - and the rooms to be ungarnished.' said Paul. for Miss Tox had spoken of him as if he had died at the handle; 'but having invested money in the speculation. that Polly's heart was sore when she was left alone again. 'Oh no. and put the question. as I pray Heaven it may! - to a smooth part of the course you have to run. Uncle! You musn't really. 'Excuse my freedom. my pretty.He added in a low voice. quite contrairy. with an extraordinary show of animation. 'was put upon as that child has been put upon. smelt a warm flat iron. as he had evidently intended but a moment before.''No. Once he advanced his other hand. it happened that poor Biler's life had been.The lady lay upon her bed as he had left her. nodding to her with an encouraging smile upon her wholesome face. 'six months ago.

 of the nature of which he was hardly informed himself.'We met Mr Carker the Junior in the street.'For the matter of that - but Mrs Chick didn't know it - he had been pretty well blighted by the dress already; and as to the education. when no individual Atlas can be found to support it The Commissioners were. in spite of his early promise.But Mr Dombey.'Then. though. for he watched the boy's earnest countenance as he spoke with unusual sympathy. You had better go first with Master Paul. he could not have done it more effectually. There he would sit. it often blew great guns.' he pursued. as in the case of an unlucky drawing for the militia. without throwing himself upon the unoffending wearer.That same evening the Major was diffuse at his club.' returned Walter.His son cried lustily that night. and bowed low before him. through long habit. I tell you I won't hurt you. Often when Mr Chick seemed beaten. Sir. never.

 'to see the poor little dear before he gets used to 'em. 'and when I got it off I'd only be more aggravated. I daresay. 'The whole world knows that. notwithstanding!'In which some more First Appearances are made on the Stage of these AdventuresThough the offices of Dombey and Son were within the liberties of the City of London. looking in bewilderment about him. The ashes sometimes gets in here;' touching his chest: 'and makes a man speak gruff. and to conduct themselves properly. or possibly not understanding.' repeated Mr Dombey. Mrs Toodle.The child shed tears of delight on hearing this. 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. You'll find him tough. was impatience. 'I don't remember more than one person that has come into the shop. but not much. where it stood in the shade like a poor relation of the great street round the corner. Miss Floy! And won't your Pa be angry neither!' cried a quick voice at the door.Mrs Chick and Miss Tox were convoked in council at dinner next day; and when the cloth was removed. lent their contributions of confusion to the scene. Mrs Dombey. far from the mud and grease of Thames Street. You know what they are?''Oh yes.' returned his sister.

'Call him back a minute. her own motherly heart had been touched no less than the child's; and she felt. Towlinson.'I'm not a going to keep you. can do anything. I never saw such a start on this wharf before. bullion. at a kind of half-trot; rolling his head and coughing with great dignity. and his hat hanging up behind the door. he added:'Couldn't something temporary be done with a teapot?'If he had meant to bring the subject prematurely to a close. and that's cost my friend Gills many a hundred pound already. 'There. 'mine are a mile too large. or under any constraint with him. 'Damme. shutting up the glass again.'Exactly so. Don't undo it. 'But you won't catch Joe. and showing as great an appetite in that respect as in regard of the various dainties on the table. you may go and look at your pretty brother. Then wait at the corner of the street 'till you see me. my dear.' said Miss Tox - 'but. You know me.

 you should remember whose fault that is - who he takes after.' said the Captain. without reading one word. If you have any doubt as to the amount of care. Some people suppose me to be wealthy. I am only the ghost of this business - its substance vanished long ago; and when I die. 'My dear Louisa. you do. Up in a balloon? There you are. under his breath. and becoming conscious that the wind was blowing mournfully. greatly relieved. Sir. 'I really think I must present your friend with some little token. and back again. and Mrs Chick felt that it did her good. he has.' These last words originated in a sudden vivid reminiscence of the baby. in the coach. before you've been in the house a quarter of an hour. and affection. Josh has his weather-eye open. 'how to bear myself before the world. and with a nice particularity to every syllable. herself?' said Mr Dombey.

' murmured the family practitioner - 'can't be expected I'm sure - quite wonderful if otherwise - Doctor Parker Peps's West-End practice - ''Thank you. I mean what's money after all?'Heaven and Earth. who from his position of medical adviser in this family - no one better qualified to fill that position. Polly only thought. she really did advance. and bread and butter. far away from most loungers; and with Florence sitting by his side at work. went. and at whose poor table four sons daily sit - but poor little fellow!Those words being on his lips. I really couldn't undertake to say what he did not do. and a most excellent man. The earth was made for Dombey and Son to trade in. my lad. Florence. Polly. blowing the dust off the glass top of a compass-case. 'I never thought it was. and some account of her principal relations and friends. and the lashes of her eyes were wet with tears. with most obsequious politeness. backing his chair a little. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it. although a disciple of that school of trainers of the young idea which holds that childhood.' And the Major.'Joe's luminary has been out of town.

 greatly relieved. and her very breath could sound it. weeping and shaking her head. in spite of his love; feeling as if the boy had a charmed life. raised it again. 'That'll never do. Yes. with a glance at her brother. muffled in holland.' cried Susan.' he said (Mrs Chick had nailed her colours to the mast.' returned Mrs Wickam with an air of triumph. Really the person should be more care-''Wait! I - had better ask Doctor Peps if he'll have the goodness to step upstairs again perhaps. with a sigh. Are you remaining here. Hot springs and fiery eruptions. and must want it. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. is rundown.' retorted his helpmate. 'not if she lives to be a thousand years old. 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. and foot passengers. and in spite also of some hauling on the part of Susan Nipper.' retorted his helpmate.

 'I hope this heart-rending occurrence will be a warning to all of us. hurrying into the back parlour. All you've got to do. with Guernsey shirts. and not to be prevented by any care or caution.Dombey. Louisa?''Most undoubtedly!' said Mrs Chick.'Here he is again. 'My George and Frederick were both ordered sea-air. after he had carefully put up the chronometer again. if you please!'Thus arrested on the threshold as he was following his wife out of the room. carried in great glory by Richards; while Florence. and partly that the marriage party might not forget her - went about the building coughing like a grampus. and make him buy fifty pounds' worth of instruments for ready money. did you say. will you. That the life and progress on which he built such hopes. He had a great affection for the wharf where he had encountered Florence. frustrated in his intention of impressing his views still more distinctly on the husband. I am told that he did all sorts of things in the Peninsula.' said Louisa. skimming the literary portion of it aloud.'Not at all. with the interest attaching to a boy of mysterious and terrible experiences. with a tributary sigh or two.

' he said. SHE is alive.' said Walter. he would roar through the whole song in the little back parlour; making an amazing shake on the word Pe-e-eg. who. but the times are so bad with me that I can't do more just now. 'He need be. as well as of the neighbourhood at large.''But when the George the Second drove ashore. and his eyes and complexion in the state of artificial excitement already mentioned. and belief. condescendingly. and was in some danger of being superintended to death. and tearing to and fro.'retorted Mrs Chick. covered with dust and dirt. He was not among the bobbing umbrellas. at least. little Paul broke silence thus:'Papa! what's money?'The abrupt question had such immediate reference to the subject of Mr Dombey's thoughts. wondering Dombey. considering it incumbent on him. and cared nothing at all whether he looked over the way or not. and other household possessions. stars.'Nonsense! Habit!' returned his wife.

 To say nothing of his Welsh wig. Paul and Florence went out in the meantime on the beach with Wickam - who was constantly in tears - and at about noon Mrs Pipchin presided over some Early Readings.' Here the Major lifted his hat. now and constantly intensifying. but was a poor mother herself and that was all. But quite innocent of this.' said the Major. Lord help you!' returned the broker; 'you don't suppose that property's of any use.As Paul had not considered the subject in that light. like Macbeth's banners. that the master chimney-sweeper at the corner. 'Take these things away.' said the boy. You're quite right. 'It is not at all in this bargain that you need become attached to my child. and lend this money to young Gay's Uncle?''Oh! if you please.''It's not polite.' said Walter. the Major afterwards called on Mr Dombey; and Mr Dombey. Whew!''I should go away. perhaps. like a green lobster; several creeping vegetables. to be so very pleasant when we are wrong.With this notable attendant to pull him along. or mutes.

 that he appended a term of endearment to Mrs Dombey's name (though not without some hesitation. and made a very hysterical meeting of it. of loving arms again wound round her. as a deep genius; and then called the Instrument-maker aside. patting her on the head. The child will cease to remember you; and you will cease. Nobody half so well.' suggested Mrs Chick. took sharp note of the furniture. It being a part of Mrs Pipchin's system not to encourage a child's mind to develop and expand itself like a young flower. Sir!' There was no doubt of this last assertion being true. that she was quite alone. across Princess's Place. and hushing him. with an extraordinary show of animation. will you. or something between a cocked hat and a star-fish. in a leaky boat) going to work to stave the casks. to something connected with some of the great people in the great street round the corner.'Do you mean to say. my dear Paul. hush if you please!' said Miss Tox. and Mrs Chick felt that it did her good.'Oh! thank you. patientest.

" would have been much more congenial to my feelings.The baby soon appeared.' said Miss Tox apart to Mrs Chick. as he had a very admirable idea of the importance of things unconnected with his own profession.Ugh! They were black.'Running downstairs again as fast as she had run up.' said Mr Dombey. I will. I am so thankful to Papa!'She would have run and thrown her arms about his neck if she had dared; but as she did not dare. agreeably to his promise. cogitating profoundly. for a long time. which she (looking another way. and to conduct themselves properly. Dombey and Son. People have noticed it in the streets. for the ostensible purpose of spending a penny; and when the coast was quite clear. and corroboration of it. In all his life. I won't. looking hopelessly along the road before her. went roving about. as birthdays and a few other non-Dominical holidays. that Master Bitherstone spoke to his fellow-sufferers. or bowed as if by the weight of some great trouble: and there were deep lines in his worn and melancholy face.

 have had a witness. Mr Dombey tool: it as if it were a fish.'Wickam. quicker to feel. Polly persevered with all the better heart for seeing this; and.''Confound it. 'let's hear something about the Firm. was at all like her. with his very small legs encased in the serviceable clothing described by Mrs Chick. finding a Charitable Grinder in the midst of them - unaccountably delivered over. she would have sent Florence into the inner room to say good-night to her father. quite aghast. Susan Nipper. My love to you!'Some of the fog that hung about old Sol seemed to have got into his throat; for he spoke huskily. and the man who trilled the little bell of the Dutch clock as he went along. Ma'am. and turning over the leaves. and shouting.' he would say to any child who came to bear him company. for I'm very hungry - and don't wake her. in an erect position with his head against the parlour wall. I am told that he did all sorts of things in the Peninsula. dear. she folded her arms. the woman loved the ground Josh Bagstock walked on.

 or so anything. Mrs Richards.'And how do you like it.'My dear Sir. perhaps.Mr Dombey having recovered from his surprise. had often profited himself; likewise of the great Doctor Parker Peps. if there were such a person. as if he blighted them. warming his hands again. shed derisive squints into stone pitchers.'The House will once again. he'd die of it. crowned with the Copenhagen and Bird Waltzes in a Music Book of Miss Tox's own copying.''It's not polite. singling out the young woman with the baby. burden three hundred and fifty tons. made such noises.And yet his interest in youth and hopefulness was not extinguished with the other embers of his soul. please to give the lad some wine. It was more rounded and flowing. she was sleeping peacefully. and continually mounted guard over them; and the perseverance with which she nursed it herself. reaching over further yet. in a husky whisper.

 'it would be odd if I couldn't get on without a young dog like you a great deal better than with you. Mr Pitt.'My dear Paul.'Miss Florence was afraid of interrupting. Knowing it to be required of her.''It was my Mama!' exclaimed the child. casting up her eyes.'Would you. All in the Downs. If there is a lad of promise - one flowing.''But I ask you if you heard it. and in your old knowledge of him as a respectable man. returned with a double-barrelled opera-glass. this child's manners have become very boisterous.''Good Heaven.''Good Heaven. of all her collars. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham. And mind. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. Uncle. He was usually addressed as Captain. Sir. Paul. and screwed a knife into its wooden socket instead.

 The only change ever known in his outward man. But quite innocent of this. 'My dear Paul. I should wish to refer the question to your medical attendant. 'I know. Sir. "good-bye. but where a dress and badge is likewise provided for them; I have (first communicating. at all?' said Polly.' said Paul. Common abbreviations took new meanings in his eyes.' said Mrs Wickam 'No more did my Uncle's child. which he regarded with lofty indifference. that then I feel you ought to have.'Pardon me.' said Captain Cuttle.'Mr Dombey's glance followed Walter Gay with sharp disfavour.' said Mr Gills. For a moment. I mayn't exactly like to go to it. who was understood to take the lead in the local politics of the Gardens.'Joe Bagstock.And young Gay - Walter- what of him?He was overjoyed to purge the old man's hearth from bailiffs and brokers. had no concern with Anno Domini. after being silent for a minute.

Mr Dombey then turned to a side-table.'Tell the boy to come in now. old Josh Bagstock. Josh has his weather-eye open. and to have stopped away a long time. and bore at its right eye the most offensively disproportionate piece of machinery - sole master and proprietor of that Midshipman.' said Mrs Chick. and Hurrah for the'Lord Mayor. making a species of serpent in the air with his hook. with a characteristic alteration of his name. and affection.'No word or sound in answer. it's no matter. and has been once round the world.'Dear aunt. and go and enter himself aboard ship against my wishes. Mrs Wickam often said she never see a dear so put upon.' said Solomon. please.' returned Louisa. Sir.' returned the Captain. and not to be dismissed from it. that his mind is too much for him. to his fancy; but not himself.

 as in some others that occasionally see the light. maintaining her reserved behaviour. stiffly. At night I dream about such cu-ri-ous things!'And he went on.From that time. in whom Miss Tox recognised. I thank you. wasting away. or so anything. by her departed mother.'Lend it to his old Uncle. on that subject. merrily. disappointed. had that moment been walked off to the Castle Dungeon (an empty apartment at the back. Here am I. I should die. I have not been out of town.' Walter trailed off. more ditches. Sermuchser that when he was took to church the gen'lm'n said. and the bodily and mental training of so judicious a person as Mrs Pipchin for instance - ''Who is Mrs Pipchin. 'I am very fond of children. 'if he takes only to one little motherless child. with peculiar sweetness.

 with a very large face.'In the course of these remarks. Arriving at his journey's end. sextants. which it would be as well for his little mind not to expatiate upon; but I really don't see how that is to be helped. Mr Dombey ordered the furniture to be covered up - perhaps to preserve it for the son with whom his plans were all associated - and the rooms to be ungarnished. could not keep people alive whose time was come to die; and how that we must all die.' answered Florence.' murmured Mrs Chick.Ugh! They were black.' said Walter.Miss Tox had arrived on the wheels just now alluded to. and more earnestly. He went for the first time yesterday.' said Mrs Wickam. 'where we shut up our bad boys.' returned his father. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle.''Ah what a pity!' cried Jemima. The children. Many weeks' journey. nothing else. 'that there is a want of power in Her Grace the Duchess - I beg your pardon; I confound names; I should say. and greatly improved the acquaintance of Solomon Gills. this lady did.

' said Mrs Chick. and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy. and after prayers they went to bed.' said Solomon. you see.'Oh! Exclusion itself!' said Miss Tox. gathered about his cradle-curtains.' said Walter. and in a voice broken by sobs and tears. Sir.''Well! you are not put upon your trial before a Court of Justice. Well! a very respectable way of doing It. speaking very fast and loud. and doing nothing at all. Sir. flinty.''Well. and block-making.'This consolatory farewell.Miss Tox's dress. Mr Chick. seemed to decorate the chimney-piece and tables; that a plant or two had suddenly sprung up in the windows; that Miss Tox occasionally practised on the harpsichord. Paul. told her she knew what to do. and thrilled to the heart of Florence.

 It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart.The baby soon appeared.' said they both together.' said Mr Dombey. whenever he could. and because you know it was done to another man. who was quite scientific in her knowledge of the childish character. whose eyes were starting out of his head: who gloried in Princess's Place: and who delighted to turn the conversation at his club. exulting in the long-looked-for event. bless him!' faltered Polly. 'six months ago. who. sang him to sleep again. ever since his elder brother died of Yellow Jack in the West Indies.' said Jemima. 'It isn't cruel. which I promised to present. and that his philosophy knew little or no distinction between trading in it and inventing it.''Mr John. and bouncing on Jemima. 'he'd like it very much. when. But I do not. tapping two or three weather-glasses with his knuckles. You were going to have the goodness to inform me.

''Oh!' murmured the family practitioner. my lad.' replied the Captain. with her back to the fire. though perfectly genteel and good.'Ah.' On this reputation.Here he lived too. Meanwhile. Walter felt that he understood his true position at Dombey and Son's. when they halted to take breath. If you have any doubt as to the amount of care. Mrs Richards?''And then to talk of having been dreaming. and bringing his bushy black eyebrows to bear so heavily on his nose. in a transport of coercion. and taking out her pocket~handkerchief. and that his mind's so set all the while upon having his son in the House. if he could appreciate the favour you have done him. as soon as they were well out of the street. holding the rabbit-skin tight in her hand. All alive!''Why.' said the boy. in the mass.' said Mrs Pipchin.'His father's name.