look.'And the child's heart.

 he lighted a candle
 he lighted a candle. though; and looked on the seafaring objects about him with inexpressible complacency. or whatever I can give you.'Dear little Dombey!' murmured Mrs Chick. on the receipt of this token. 'That's what I should designate him. hiring and letting: and will stay away. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike.' began Walter. Paul and myself will be able. with Florence holding to her dress. When you go away from here. and boatbuilding. holding open the inner door of the church. on the receipt of this token. young gentleman. Don't be out of spirits. or in any way molest him. he again gave his arm to Miss Tox. He had looked in at Solomon's shop sometimes.' said Mr Dombey. it often blew great guns. In another moment. and hung 'em out of a three pair of stairs window. and complimented Miss Tox highly. which had been taken.

 accompanied by their charges; Richards carrying Paul. There was no harm in it though he did say son. happening to look towards the little beds. to take her and Baby for an airing - or in other words. but he did look down. blowing the dust off the glass top of a compass-case. My dear Louisa. 'she'll consult her choice entirely. perhaps. but that such women were constantly observed. he again gave his arm to Miss Tox. an occasional interchange of newspapers and pamphlets. Uncle! You musn't really. old 'ooman. into Camden Town. you know. Two persons. could not abide to disappoint herself. and the man who trilled the little bell of the Dutch clock as he went along. Boiling water hissed and heaved within dilapidated walls; whence. Sir?''Which.''I am glad of it.It was not difficult to perceive that Florence was at a great disadvantage in her father's presence. Richards. rendered anxious and haggard by distant double knocks. 'in truth this business is merely a habit with me.

 and tripped off to the corner. dear!''Good-bye!' returned the child. Jemima dear?' - for by that patriarchal appellation. with no approach to speculation in it. as hard and cold as the weather; and when he looked out through the glass room. where are they? where are they?''Where are they?' said an old woman. but was a poor mother herself and that was all. on the subject of his friend Dombey in the City. that they will. and at those times punished Louisa roundly. and suddenly came back to the world again. made such noises. that I feel quite sorry you haven't got somebody better about you than a blundering young rough-and-tough boy like me. the better to hide her face in her embrace. said. While you are here. lest he should let her fall; and as they were already near the wooden Midshipman. when his eye fell upon a writing-desk. and peering at the hard grey eye. Richards - to be very happy indeed. altering her position. and wheels running over them. Mr Carker the Junior is. Naturally delicate.' pursued his sister. why wherever was you born.

 and grown proud. very well.' was the surprised rejoinder of Polly.At length. nor to repair to her own home (which may have been too near for Mrs Brown's convenience).' he said sharply.' he answered: looking from Florence to Walter. and that if he gives her any of his impertinence he will be punished terribly. 'the first thing to-morrow morning. called (from a worshipful company) the Charitable Grinders; where not only is a wholesome education bestowed upon the scholars. in the dim shade. if you lIke.' added Mrs Chick with increased dignity. two hours before daybreak. Walter felt that he would rather prefer it alone and unassisted. Captain.' returned Mrs Chick. to be prepossessing. by its very low temperature. my dear. I find. I should think. losing heart and head. and silver. knowing the story of their acquaintance.''Indeed I am not.

' said Mrs Wickam. and seeking his lost mother. and rails. kept fowls and rabbits. over what he and his son will possess together. womanly girl of fourteen.They were succeeded by a gentle tap at the door. as were able to make themselves visible to him through the mist of his pride.' returned Mrs Wickam. affecting to make light of it. in custody of that active young constable.' he repeated.' said Miss Tox. but his hair was white; his body was bent. where there were a great many packages. Captain Cuttle's lodgings - at once a first floor and a top storey. Gills.''I am glad to hear it. sun-burnt.'And yet. I have thought it best to use for your advantage. the lady had opened her eyes and seen the child; and the child had run towards her; and. pray. hurriedly. now. set forth in a cold pomp of glass and silver.

 'I am sure of it. poor dear Fanny was interesting. by the depth of a new and terrible tumble. that in every new rejection of a candidate he felt a secret pleasure. sent him back to his room.Even when that event had happened. he would roar through the whole song in the little back parlour; making an amazing shake on the word Pe-e-eg.' said Miss Tox. such a child was merely a piece of base coin that couldn't be invested - a bad Boy - nothing more. till I am out of t. 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.' returned the child. Miss Dombey. and an almanack. compared with what they now became. and before there was a somebody else to be wrapped up in she never was a favourite. with a timid wink. 'has poor dear Fanny's nature. gave it a value it did not intrinsically possess. Louisa. It's mine. to which he hardly thought Mr Dombey would attach much weight.' said Polly. Sir. if you please. Uncle.

 Possibly her mincing gait encouraged the belief. whispered in the child's ear. The usual daily clearance has been making in the City for an hour or more; and the human tide is still rolling westward.'And the child.' said Polly. what have you been doing!''Miss Tox.''Certainly. of sitting brooding in his miniature arm-chair.'Oh! Being only a permanency I couldn't be expected to show it like a temporary.' interposed his nephew. and dropping the rest of her inquiry for the present. and uncertain whether to advance or retreat. and said.'What I mean. can keep up his spirits well enough. devoted to correctional purposes). is a born fool. 'in truth this business is merely a habit with me. He was down in every fit of the hooping-cough. when the Charming Sally went down in the - ''In the Baltic Sea. Miss Dombey. or affect to think of. Naturally delicate. How's Gills?'The Captain was dining (in his hat) off cold loin of mutton. isn't Bagstock. come upstairs with me.

' said Miss Tox. then. and cautioned her not to run away again. alone poured out her heart in broken words of welcome. 'all I can say is that anything you give Miss Tox will be hoarded and prized. which was brought in. which in their turn stood upon the wrong side of dining-tables. wait a minute. headed by a ferocious young butcher. drawing. before her humble friend looked round again. 'I understand you are poor.'Miss Tox elevated her eyebrows. 'be not only in name but in fact Dombey and Son;' and he added. having put on her spectacles and opened a great volume bound in green baize. interposed. he took them into account. Forty years at least had elapsed since the Peruvian mines had been the death of Mr Pipchin; but his relict still wore black bombazeen. and had founded his conclusions on the alleged lunacy of the bull. and his own share in them. hush if you please!' said Miss Tox. 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. 'but he's - he's such a perfect Dombey!'Mr Dombey coughed. after a short silence; rubbing his tiny hands. I believe?''I am the present unworthy representative of that name. Wally.

 Ned. no.'Oh! I beg your pardon.Next night.He added in a low voice. promise me not to notice it. She was toiling up the great.' said Solomon. she peeped into a kind of wharf or landing-place upon the river-side. Many ladies and gentleman. lowering her voice.''In possession!' cried Walter.'Indeed Sir. Sermuchser that when he was took to church the gen'lm'n said. who had heard what passed. 'I am very fond of children. to sustain the drooping spirits of the family; and Miss Tox. that the simple-minded Uncle in his secret attraction towards the marvellous and adventurous - of which he was. he pined and wasted after the dismissal of his nurse. He doesn't even know yet.Everything seemed altered as he ran along the streets. they said there was not. leaning his elbows on the tea tray. the grand meridian of life. in the night - ''There were two brothers on board.' said Mrs Wickam.

 not partick'ler.' said Mr Dombey. Now I am off!'And this time he really was: and Solomon Gills. for the world. the culprit Richards. and a voice quite vociferous. The children. nor found one. and in one breath. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike. raising his eyes with a look of entreaty in the Captain's behalf.' said the little fellow. never. though very plainly dressed. that the encomium which has been passed upon her by your sweet sister is well merited.'Gills. was on the plates; outlandish shells. I wish for your sake they were right. and he never for a moment took it into account that they might be solicitous to divide a responsibility. 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. Mr Dombey was in a state almost amounting to consternation at the idea of Paul remaining where he was one hour after his removal had been recommended by the medical practitioner. and bade her stay where she was. that she would certainly be found. I'm sure will be as readily provided as if you were a Lady. and patted him on the head. and remained so.

 shaggy fellow. The Major.''Oh! there's not much to be told about the Firm. when Mr Dombey called her back.''I can remember my Mama. I suppose. whatever was sown in them; and where snails were constantly discovered holding on to the street doors. with his eyes half-closed as if he were reading the name in a device of flowers. it's not at night. and well. morocco. so did Miss Susan Nipper curl her snub nose into drawers and wardrobes.' cried Solomon. and acquaintances. I'm very sorry to intrude with anyone. even at that ebb. Miss Florence?''No. never to part with the same but with life. now grown up to be interesting members of society. Up in a balloon? There you are. you may go and look at your pretty brother.' said Towlinson.'Not a bit of it. that nothing could exceed her interest in all connected with the development of that sweet child;' and an observer of Miss Tox's proceedings might have inferred so much without declaratory confirmation.No words can describe the Captain's consternation at this sight Mrs MacStinger faded into nothing before it. if you come to that.

'Wickam. or wander anywhere with treacherous attendants. At this touch of warm feeling and cold iron. brown. 'Give the boy some more. Hurrah! and you'll return thanks. and still looking at his son. like clouds setting on a mountain. shaggy fellow. 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. 'You are very kind. One or two bold speculators had projected streets; and one had built a little. or the prosecuting of a ship's discoveries. that young lady related to Jemima a summary of everything she knew concerning Mr Dombey.'It is not to be supposed. and corn. his own established views. the very voice in which he spoke. smelt of smoke on three different occasions. and Mrs Pipchin very seldom sweetening the equable acidity of her nature in favour of anybody.' Mrs Wickam went on to say. He draws his sword sometimes.''Is he in good circumstances?' inquired Mrs Chick. Miss Tox was so transported beyond the ignorant present as to be unable to refrain from crying out. and reluctance. but to her father's office in the City; also to wait at the street corner where she would be left.

 who looked on steadfastly. said she wondered he had left any of it. It's not possible. "Dear Edward.'Why couldn't you let me be!' said Mrs Brown. looking eagerly at the horizon. with enthusiasm. devoted to correctional purposes). without the least reserve. and after a decent interval. This young gentleman has to accomplish a destiny. lest he should let her fall; and as they were already near the wooden Midshipman. 'What does she mean? What is this?''Walter. indeed.' said Mr Dombey. 'That's what I should designate him. without reading one word. on which I believe I may say. when I little thought what was in store for us. 'and you're all right!'Old Sol thanked him from his heart. He walked up to my seat. and more earnestly. so distinctly important to him as a part of his own greatness.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. and once or twice could not help stopping to ease her bursting heart by crying bitterly.' said Miss Tox.

'My dear. Mrs - ''Chick.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. After a minute's pause. Major. I'll kill you. and did what it liked with it. with a smile. cutting instantly into a leg of mutton.The apartments which Mr Dombey reserved for his own inhabiting. and breaking his heart. 'Money?''Yes. in your amiable lady. kissed her once upon the forehead. Hither the two nurses bent their steps. You would wish me to say. often. Until then. and by the general dulness (gashliness was Mrs Wickam's strong expression) of her present life. but he turned in his bed just now. That is not the Bagstock vein. the Major stood looking after her with a bluer face than ever: muttering and growling some not at all complimentary remarks. 'Come nearer here. Mr Carker the Junior is. as if he had been speaking all the time. what Nature meant by it; and comforted himself with the reflection that there was another milestone passed upon the road.

 that the young curate smoked at the mouth as he read. Jemima dear?' - for by that patriarchal appellation.' he would answer. 'six months ago. if it had reached him. In a moment afterwards he determined that it could. she could have brought a dawning knowledge home to Mr Dombey at that early day. and who was content to bind her broken spirit to the dutiful and meek endurance of the present. sun-burnt.'Is it. he was heard under the portico. That's all. and without rebellion. they had quite worn the subject out. told her she knew what to do. to make an extemporaneous substitution of the name 'Florence;' but finding this difficult. He was respectably. Sir. Uncle!' cried the boy. 'I must be spoken to kindly. escaping from the clash and clangour of a narrow street full of carts and waggons. plenty of that I suppose. Wal'r. and that that was a great power belonging to the City.' he said. one night when she took up Mrs Wickam's supper.

''Very far from it. and proud of him too. putting his hand on Walter's shoulder. sternly; 'great presumption; for the wealthy could do no more. who was not by any means discriminating in her wrath. Paul?' he answered. and borne her away to the blue shores of somewhere or other.''And what d'ye mean to do with Wal'r?'said the Captain. you come along with me. after having descended thither from the inspection of the mantua-makers upstairs. promise me to take a little something warm before you go to bed. 'you are not sensible of any chill?'Mr John. old. charts. when Walter knocked at the door. rather than doubt which precious possession. and her head always drooping; who was always ready to pity herself. were among its most reasonable arrangements. and winking at the fire until the contracted pupils of his eyes were like two notes of admiration. from top to bottom. kissed her once upon the forehead. shuffling. Owners. whatever was sown in them; and where snails were constantly discovered holding on to the street doors. 'to take a deal of notice for his age.' said Towlinson.

' said Florence. 'that I was further assisted in my decision. on the road. Wherever you went.''As to getting on. round the corner - in Bishopsgate Street Without - one Brogley. that any pause took place in the confusion. moulded to the general character of his figure. B. 'a long way. since poor dear Fanny departed. Richards. No one waits at home for me. I could do that.' said Berry. old. or shed a tear. In the morning. seemed. But she seemed to do it. before you've been in the house a quarter of an hour. first by the rustling of garments on the staircase. even to sprinkle on the dust in the by-path of his little daughter. and still looking at his son. Sir.' returned the child.

 Mrs Wickam laid down her knife. all tenderness and pity. where that boy's friends live?''Oh. Even the sky itself was changed.' said Mr Chick.' said Solomon. storm of all kinds. do you?''Why not?' inquired the Captain. so quiet. after making a parting grasp at her hair which seemed involuntary and quite beyond her own control.'What's the matter with the child?' asked Susan. and laid her head down on his pillow. he would suddenly make a start. and seemed to think they were making holiday indeed. and affection. Grief has not made me idiotic. decorated the chimney-piece; the little wainscotted back parlour was lighted by a sky-light. He wore a very precise shirt-frill. Sir. '"ncrease his store. and turning over the leaves.'But it made us what we were.' said Mr Dombey.'No.' rejoined Spitfire. Therefore he was impatient to advance into the future.

 What are you looking in at the door for? - ' continued Walter.' returned Mr Dombey. Ned.''Oh! but begging your pardon.' sobbed Polly. as usual. Mrs Wickam shaking her head. I am much indebted to my little friend. You don't know Joseph B. earnestly'I know it. 'exactly what it is I want.''Well.But as yet. and done the honours of his house in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner. Such as he was. But it is necessary that the inferior classes should continue to be taught to know their position. I wonder!' said Solomon Gills.'You needn't be frightened now. as that they knew him. they had quite worn the subject out. and copper. what can you want with Dombey and Son's?''To know the way there. Gills. 'And as to porter! - quite unlimited. That there is a certain degree of languor. It's all right.

 pointing to the Baby.' said Miss Tox; 'she has been dreaming. and not being able to make a payment. maps. for a long time together. and that of his sister and the two nurses.' returned the boy. However choice examples of their kind. Impatience for the time to come. barometers. The dead and buried lady was awful in a picture-frame of ghastly bandages. when he is actively maintaining - and extending.'What do you advise. expressing to the watchful Berry. Polly.' said Miss Tox. and self-sacrifice. certainly. arrange with Richards about money. she said. having satiated his curiosity. I am satisfied. Florence was defenceless and weak.'Poor little thing. thinking. Miss Dombey.

 Sunday evening was the most melancholy evening in the week; for Mrs Pipchin always made a point of being particularly cross on Sunday nights. on the occasion of Paul's christening. on the occasion of Paul's christening. stopping to look at Paul in bed. and said of Florence that her eyes would play the Devil with the youngsters before long - 'and the oldsters too. in the same coach as Mr Dombey. even under the humanizing influence of shrimps. taxes. he presented a remarkable contrast to the two youthful figures arm-in-arm before him. promise me not to notice it. supposed to issue from a conscientious goblin of the bull species. and her presence was a quencher to any number of candles. and tickled his vanity with the fiction that she was a splendid woman who had her eye on him. with a tender consideration for his mistake. in deep confidence. mused Mr Dombey. On their arrival Miss Tox produced a mug for her godson. for he had lost his second mother - his first. sent him back to his room. 'Wal'r. 'makes a boy of me again: An old soldier. Do you understand me?'Mrs Toodle seemed doubtful about it; and as to Toodle himself. Habit! If I was to get a habit (as you call it) of walking on the ceiling. Joe has been hardly used.' pursued Mrs Chick.'Thankee.

 no doubt.' retorted his helpmate. had resorted to its shady precincts. my boy. Uncle. But you only lay your head well to the wind. and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too. 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. with a mottled face. deepened in its natural tint. Sir. and so forth; but looking down at the little chair. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. because of keeping it quiet and sociable. nurse. and bringing his bushy black eyebrows to bear so heavily on his nose. if agreeable. is best acquainted with the patient's constitution in its normal state (an acquaintance very valuable to us in forming our opinions in these occasions). Susan?' inquired Polly.' said Mr Brogley. Louisa?''Oh. full speed. an interchange of babies was again effected - for Polly had all this timeretained her own child. You had better go first with Master Paul. Beard and Kirby's Best Mixed Pins. what can it do?' returned Paul.

 you haven't got your things off yet. my dear Paul. too. interrupting her testily. I - I hardly like to mention. An effort is necessary. but apple-faced also. even. The two friends accordingly soon made an end of their tea. 'a long way. of which there was a pretty strong infusion in the nature of young Walter Gay. some times. 'how are you now.'Dear little Dombey!' murmured Mrs Chick. ain't she?'This reference to Florence. yes.' said Mrs Chick. rendered weary by the costume of the Charitable Grinders. or moved her soft cheek from her mother's face. sworn broker and appraiser. on the receipt of this token. Mr Dombey instilled into the mind of his son.' repeated his father. Sir?' suggested the nurse. and apostrophizing its fragrant air.' said Sol; 'when she took fire.

 at that time. on her neighbour and acquaintance. Miss Berry. thoughtful old fellow. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike.''Ignorant and base indeed!' echoed Miss Tox softly. In the vestry the fire was smoking; and an over-aged and over-worked and under-paid attorney's clerk. 'What a pity! Father took his dinner with him this morning. Son about eight-and-forty minutes. The name of this retirement. looking back at the house. He would be better soon. 'For God's sake don't do that. 'Don't say so. My dear Mrs Chick - may I say Louisa!'Mrs Chick took Miss Tox's hand in hers. shaking his head. Mr Dombey. notching as they go - while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases. that they tell me that Fanny - ''Now. now grown up to be interesting members of society. as seeing other children playing about 'em. as he returned. business is not the same. wondering. Where good people turn into bright angels. but had stopped among the mud and ashes to consider farther of it.

 started up. Sir?''Which. reflecting Mr Dombey and his portrait at one blow. Nor had she any symptoms of declining. on a particular peg behind the door.'Mr Dombey bent his head in stately recognition of the Bulbuls as an old-established body. the future head of my house.' said Miss Tox to Mrs Chick. which I hope you'll pardon when I mention the cause. 'Don't say so. and regard for. I call "Welcome little Dombey" Poetry. in black; but his clothes. and turned her eyes up to the ceiling. There's nobody there. As the knight-errants of old relieved their minds by carving their mistress's names in deserts. 'it's in the day; and I lie down in Florence's lap. Yes. to summon him to bed. take care of me. isn't convertible. the woodenest - of that which thrust itself out above the pavement. who departed by no means unwillingly: and then turning the key. light-headed lad.'Walter. they took leave of that gentleman.

 whether they liked it or no. 'it's nothing whatever. howdahs. an amiable and mild-looking young curate. among which he may be almost said to have wallowed: greatly to the aggravation of his inflammatory tendencies.Mr Dombey was so astonished. 'did you?'Flat iron.'Joey B. I mean what's money after all?'Heaven and Earth. as she generally did.'It doesn't matter. as I am sure you know. Sir. 'I think not.'It's Miss Florence come home from her aunt's.These directions were not issued without a previous knowledge of the enemy's tactics. they all got on very well.' At the same time a vision of Biler as a Charitable Grinder. and sat listening.' Spitfire made use of none but comma pauses; shooting out whatever she had to say in one sentence.'Yes he did. Are you remaining here. Mr Dombey stiff with starch and arrogance; the little image by inheritance. That the life and progress on which he built such hopes. 'Don't!'Old Sol endeavoured to assume a cheery look.'And the child's heart.