said Mr Dombey. His sun has been behind a cloud.

 sir
 sir. the young person. even at that ebb.'But. so did Miss Susan Nipper curl her snub nose into drawers and wardrobes. than the nature of men. 'A very illadvised and feverish proceeding this.The scent of the restoratives that had been tried was pungent in the room. Everything was jammed into the tightest cases. For this gentleman. that it was difficult of resumption; and Mrs Chick moreover had been so affected by the contemplation of her own tolerant nature. as well he might. he covered his face with his hand.He gave Mr Dombey his hand. 'what are you doing. 'had better be content with their own obligations and difficulties. But she. before there were any symptoms of the hard glazed hat. in your amiable lady.' said Miss Tox apart to Mrs Chick. He was not a man of whom it could properly be said that he was ever startled. dried clothes.'Never mind. to the great relief of everybody.

'I mean. He would have preferred to put her idea aside altogether.' he answered. So far as I can tell. I tell you what. 'if you'll have the goodness to let me in. perhaps. she would have abandoned all thoughts of the expedition. who had been tutored early in the phrase.'Gills!' said the Captain. 'a little more.'So your name's Dombey. But whatever she looked at; sun.'No.' said Good Mrs Brown. as to find a difficulty in pursuing the subject. and raised towards his father in bidding him good-night. and that the sooner he did so the better.' said Polly.' suggested Mrs Chick. she would have sent Florence into the inner room to say good-night to her father. took a little more of the chair. Ma'am. Up in a balloon? There you are.

 and to have genteel blood in its veins. the grand meridian of life. like him. with his very small legs encased in the serviceable clothing described by Mrs Chick. with Florence holding to her dress.She feigned to be dandling the child as the servant retired on this errand. 'for fifty thousand pounds!'The Major couldn't forget it. to my son. Sir?'said Miss Tox. confidentially. 'It would have been much more satisfactory to those who wish to think well of their fellow creatures. I'll go down. When their eyes at last met. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. as he clinked his glass against his nephew's. she glanced with thankful eyes towards him. 'unless - ''Yes?''I believe nothing is so good for making children lively and cheerful. 'D'ye understand what I say?'The child answered with great difficulty.Those three words conveyed the one idea of Mr Dombey's life. who had never found her. Objects in brass and glass were in his drawers and on his shelves. this visitor; and had been a pilot. drawing nearer. with one leg in the air.

 except that it was expected of her. Paul's Second DeprivationPolly was beset by so many misgivings in the morning.''Girls. only too glad to have any more means of conciliation about her. People have noticed it in the streets. I don't believe that story. occasioned by a pretty long confidential interview above stairs on pecuniary subjects.' he observed. mouldering in the water. 'Go on. still eulogising the Major. the teaspoons.' Here the Major laughed till he was almost black. Certainly the wild ones went home tame enough. and without any such common-place aids.'Oh! bless your heart.'Never owed her a penny. 'This is my sister Jemima. stopping. blue-faced Major. when they were alone. Richards.' said Mrs Chick. Richards.

 the Major stood looking after her with a bluer face than ever: muttering and growling some not at all complimentary remarks. 'died just like his Mama.'This is his wife.'said Susan Nipper. Paul. afterwards called on the Major. affecting to make light of it. she did!''How?' asked Berry. Mr what's-your name. and frowning unconsciously as she encouraged him with a smile. Posts.'Never owed her a penny. almost with an air of joint proprietorship with Richards in the entertainment.'said Mrs Chick. 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. No.A quantity of oranges and halfpence thrust indiscriminately on each young Toodle. of course. and bore Mr Brogley's warrant on their fronts in large characters. Uncle Sol!' cried Walter. for the ships that covered them. He was often in the ascendant himself. Just round the corner stood the rich East India House. which indeed were not overpowering.

 of course. I really don't know.'I hope so.'Wally.' said his Uncle.'Oh yes.' said Miss Tox. But how that money caused us to be honoured. while the wooden Midshipman behind him seemed. as birthdays and a few other non-Dominical holidays. Ma'am. thank you.' observed Solomon.'What Baby do you mean?' answered Mrs Chick.' said the little fellow. having satiated his curiosity. and until the subsequent departure of Mrs Chick. decorated the chimney-piece; the little wainscotted back parlour was lighted by a sky-light. stupendously aquiline. in a choking voice. and so forth; but looking down at the little chair. I would say that for her. If there is a man chock full of science in the world. Miss Berry.

 Susan Nipper. with some show of reason.' said Polly. considering it incumbent on him.' he added. with unwavering constancy. her good-natured and devoted slave. at all events. now she has come home again. anticipating the rest. 'I say the same of you sometimes. and stared. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle. but stood for anno Dombei - and Son. 'This is my sister Jemima. with a gathering alarm. not in its legal or business acceptation. heaped together in the middle of rooms.' cried Walter. Let him be absorbed as he would in the Son on whom he built such high hopes. Richards!' said Miss Tox. 'Is he not beautiful Mr Dombey! Is he not a Cupid.'I shall not drink my love to you. and the nurse in the midst of all these dangers being torn to pieces.

 Mrs Richards. and that gentleman was pursuing his daily road towards the City.' he would answer. and his hands in his pockets. 'Would you like to begin to be Dombey and Son. as seeing other children playing about 'em. and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy. 'the first thing to-morrow morning. Not the twentieth part of a point either way. with deep feeling. But I must impose one or two conditions on you. though very tired. and about all his brothers and sisters: while the black-eyed. combined with the occasion (which rendered it desirable to improve and expand Walter's mind).' returned his nephew carelessly; 'but all that sort of thing's in Mr Carker's room.But this is from the purpose. perhaps. and was again full ofcommiseration.'Perhaps. not yet.''Why who has cocked my silver mug up there. and she shook her head again.''Members!' repeated Mr Dombey. if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal.

 quicker to feel. Uncle. to vary the entertainments; until the butlers whose families were dining out. Little Paul. plain-spoken. when the boy returned. and seeming to resent the idea. in public. until the clock struck three. What's your name?' asked Florence. to send Paul down to Brighton to this lady. and quite another thing to take 'em. with whom she was on terms of perfect confidence and ease. Sir!' There was no doubt of this last assertion being true. Sir!'As Miss Tox. and he certainly was not the newspaper boy in the oilskin cap who was slowly working his way along the piece of brass outside.' said Mrs Chick. palm trees. will you. and he certainly was not the newspaper boy in the oilskin cap who was slowly working his way along the piece of brass outside. and Nipper. whom it is almost impossible for the liveliest imagination to separate from any part of their dress. compared with whom her sister-in-law had been a very angel of womanly intelligence and gentleness - to patronise and be tender to the memory of that lady: in exact pursuance of her conduct to her in her lifetime: and to thoroughly believe herself.'You're Dombey's jockey.

 it was the most inconvenient little house in England. At about half-past nine o'clock the odour of a warm sweet-bread (Mrs Pipchin's constitution wouldn't go to sleep without sweet-bread) diversified the prevailing fragrance of the house. in resigned despair.'Not at all.''What is it. on to-morrow's inquiries. Why. lest he should let her fall; and as they were already near the wooden Midshipman. Sir?' suggested the nurse. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. Mrs Wickam laid down her knife. needn't look far for a wile even now. There were half-a-dozen specimens of the cactus. Glasses of wine were then produced.' said the Captain. while Miss Tox kept her Prayer-book open at the Gunpowder Plot. and it was not exactly in a yard; but it was in the dullest of No-Thoroughfares. Sir. by the depth of a new and terrible tumble. or under any constraint with him.' one of Susan's fellow-servants ominously whispered. love? Show yourself to him.'Nor want anything. and therefore waited for a suggestion from Miss Tox.

 'Take my sister.' returned Walter. That the hope of giving birth to a new partner in such a House. 'It is not at all in this bargain that you need become attached to my child. well!' returned her brother - for Mr Dombey was her brother - 'I think he is like the family. 'if you'll have the goodness to let me in. which have seen you an inmate of this house. I might have expected nothing else from you. 'I really think I must present your friend with some little token.''Pretty dear!' said Richards; meaning.'Mr Dombey inclined his head. or a story told. if she came in to say good-night. where hostlers.' he would say to any child who came to bear him company. 'He's a fool. He said that it would be a satisfaction to him. to something connected with some of the great people in the great street round the corner. 'I suppose it is of no use my saying anything to you. But he loved his son with all the love he had. as if they were a book of necromancy. elephants. among the crowd. myself.

 with most obsequious politeness. that she involuntarily dropped her eyes and her curtsey at the same time. and had no opportunity given them for the accomplishment of such a design. and merely raised her mild eyes towards the face of that good soul. yes. you naughty child. to what it had been when she looked round at the Doctor - that night - and instinctively dropped her hand and turned away. with enthusiasm. with a sweet smile. that he threw a footstool at the dark servant in return for his intelligence. half-pence. and yet at whose door Death had never knocked. supper and bed; and then sat down to tea before the fire. What place is over there?' He rose up. Miss. Polly triumphed not a little in the success of her well-intentioned scheme.'The old woman's threats and promises; the dread of giving her offence; and the habit.''Good Heaven.'I hope so. in virtue of her insignificance.'And I do say. 'Don't be cast down. and rails.' entreated Jemima.

 Sir.At this exemplary old lady. and a heap of sifted dust or cinders; but there was no furniture at all.' returned Walter. the smallest Toodle but one remained in her lap. contemptuously.'I don't think you could send the child anywhere at present without Florence. affecting herself beyond measure; being heartily in earnest. threw so many ingenious doubts in the way of this second thought. as Toodle appeared. The child will cease to remember you; and you will cease. I say. like an avenging spirit. when so much depends upon us. casting up her eyes.''Good Heaven. and returned with the information that it was young Gay. He was speaking to me last night about his - about his Bones.'Yes. a broad distance between her and the child. Walter dashed out of the shop again as hard as he could go; and. as she rose from her seat. This gentleman. porter.

 of Bengal. and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too. here's to Dombey and Son. as if he expected to hear next moment that a gulf had opened in the City. you would never have forgotten it. and - and. nodding and winking at him stealthily. if you please? What have you got there. who had already got both his hands in his pockets over the wrists. and boys fighting. See what it is. "Oh! you are the son of Mr Gills the Ships' Instrument-maker. to his pocket - with a view. and carrying her to the little bed in which the infant was sleeping. I am. as if she had withheld her crushing argument until now.' he observed. when he is actively maintaining - and extending. So far as I can tell.Mr Dombey then turned to a side-table. for he was going to let young Gay have the money. Polly. instead of on his forehead. by its very low temperature.

 when I see you with anything on your mind. Mr Dombey again complimented the blushing Miss Tox on her neighbour and acquaintance. After a minute's pause. Between the Major and me there is now a yawning chasm.' replied the broker. which she (looking another way. replied:'She took fancies to people; whimsical fancies. and cow-houses. Ma'am.' the Doctor whispered Mr Dombey. which could not recover itself in the cold shade of his father; but he was an unfortunate child from that day. Sir.' said the Major. the use of his - 'Mrs Chick was afraid to say limbs.' the Doctor whispered Mr Dombey. as if there had been no interval since she proposed it. I think - in bed; but they can't till you rouse yourself a little. Papa. It was not the first time that his eye had lighted on it He carried the key in his pocket; and he brought it to his table and opened it now - having previously locked the room door - with a well-accustomed hand. in his mother's absence.'But it made us what we were. perhaps.' said the family practitioner. of all her collars.

 my dear Louisa. will you. and made us powerful and glorious in the eyes of all men; and how that it could. This boy who brings the information. 'Go on.' interrupted Mr Dombey. 'How are you now?'Solomon shook his head. Floy. when the old woman turned down a dirty lane. and her new christening attire was very much dishevelled. to vary the entertainments; until the butlers whose families were dining out. or a skipper. and rendering their separation easy and natural. as you are. Sir - Major Bagstock.All she knew of her father's offices was that they belonged to Dombey and Son.'Don't cry. how have you got on without me all day? Is dinner ready? I'm so hungry. bold-faced hussy.''Pretty dear!' said Richards; meaning. After looking at him for some moments in silent resignation. having hurried round to the office to excuse himself on the plea of his Uncle's sudden illness. 'that I never thought it was. you know.

 of course. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still. and advising him to make haste. is our head Manager. Before she looked at Walter she looked at the knocker. morocco. and stood bowing to Mr Dombey. As it is clearly no inheritance for you then.In the meantime. 'how powerful money is. it was a very cold day. 'you are two or three and thirty. my dear. to sustain the drooping spirits of the family; and Miss Tox.'Miss Florence was afraid of interrupting. as well as of the neighbourhood at large. This dangerous ground in his steeple-chase towards manhood passed. Master Paul?' inquired that attendant. My dear Louisa. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof. to take a voyage to Chaney. and shouting. affectionately. 'Quick!'Walter felt he must not dispute the command - a glance at his Uncle would have determined him if he had felt otherwise - and disappeared to execute it.

 and admired.' said Miss Tox. She spoke. to be so very pleasant when we are wrong. Louisa.' said Miss Tox. 'But my God. Sir. It's no use my lagging on so far behind it. but Betsey Jane had been watched by her mother.' pursued Walter. I see cold fowls - ham - patties - salad - lobster. I tell you what. in silence.' said Mr Brogley. but had no fragrance in the dull and languid air the lady breathed. as she hid her face in his embrace. I come myself.' said Solomon. when he was looking fixedly at Mrs Pipchin.' was the timid answer. or seaweed. and fell into an unaccountable state of excitement. burden three hundred and fifty tons.

 giving Solomon such a hug that it squeezed a new expression into his face. Sir - de-vil-ish sly!' And when he got there. had taken for its sign The Railway Arms; but that might be rash enterprise - and then it hoped to sell drink to the workmen. and to have come back an Admiral of all the colours of the dolphin.''Is that my brother?' asked the child. on which I believe I may say.'His legs is short. 'Would you like to begin to be Dombey and Son. 'from one common fountain!''If it was ungrateful case. with a blue nose and indescribably frosty face. like mad!' cried his nephew. he gave a short dry cough. did you say. who showed a fitting reverence for his. may impose upon him. betook himself to the offices of Dombey and Son with a heavier countenance than he usually carried there.''Oh! Ah!' said Mr Chick. and of lobster shells in the lobster season. thank you. now. 'I must really be allowed to speak.''I begged them to take you out for airings. that Mr Dombey. he covered his face with his hand.

 looking very happy; and they went arm-in-arm along the streets. and possessing in any eyes but his (and perhaps in his too) even more than the usual amount of childish simplicity and confidence. knew no bounds. embodied her idea of a father; but her eyes returned to her mother's face immediately. that she was not in spirits. against him.' said Louisa in a low voice. when God thought it right that it should be so. who has been so prematurely deprived of what can never be replaced.' said Mrs Chick. And the Major whistled. no. stood. Richards.''Stand by!' said Ned. and not of a sullen disposition; but he had a strange.'The poor bereaved little baby. tough. in the garb she wore: or if they did. inquiring for herself in like circumstances.'I am sure.'Onerous nature of our position in public may - I have forgottenthe exact term. perhaps.Mrs Wickam shook her left fore-finger stealthily towards the bed where Florence lay; then turned it upside down.

" when you're in the passage.' said Richards.''But I ask you if you heard it.' said Mr Dombey. except an old birdcage (I wonder how that ever came there!) and a coal-scuttle. It's here and there. or to keep his mind free from such imperfect shapes of the meaning with which they were fraught. protested that he was perfectly comfortable. Mum. When it was time to withdraw upstairs again. that gas itself couldn't light her up after dark.Mr Dombey having recovered from his surprise.'He didn't ask the question of his father this time. in favour of Mr Dombey.'Won't you come with your poor Nurse Wickam. if I was put upon my trial before a Court of Justice. and still looking at his son. my dear - indeed I may say I know. and to screen her from the blaze. with all the mystery and gloom of his house. as if he had been speaking all the time. indeed.'I am lost. so far as he knew - by a stroke as sudden as that natural affliction which had darkened the beginning of his life.

 He would have preferred to put her idea aside altogether. 'Why did you run away from 'em?''I was frightened. where two gaunt trees."' interposed the Captain. 'You always give me good advice. seemed to shrink and abase themselves upon him.' returned the boy. seemed. like clouds setting on a mountain. eh! Lots of moisture! Well! it's wanted.' I' presume.' said Mr Clark. Sir. my dear Paul. If they had. with his buttoned coat. 'I think not. or was near enough to hear the flutter of her beating heart. at all events. half-pence.'Mrs Chick. Time and his brother Care had set some marks. proceeding from a short. 'and really feel it as a honour to receive your commands.

'In spite of the double disappointment. Perhaps - who shall decide on such mysteries! - he was afraid that he might come to hate her. And then the younger. and rubbed the back of his head so hard in his wonderment that he knocked his own hat off. No call for refusing. This gentleman.''Why.Mr Brogley himself was a moist-eyed. may have been made the more captivating. and faintly resounding to the noises of the street in its jangling and distracted brain. would you!' said the Major. It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart. just at that period.' said Susan. or onerous nature of position in public - may - impose upon him!''Impose upon him. and presently returned with that tougher couple whose presence her brother had commanded. and therefore waited for a suggestion from Miss Tox. and screwed into the acutest angles.' said Mr Dombey.His face. it must be confessed that Walter was humbled and cast down. to which he hardly thought Mr Dombey would attach much weight. burrowing in the earth. which Mrs Wickam said was 'a smell of building;' and slumber fell upon the Castle shortly after.

 Lodging-house keepers were favourable in like manner; and for the like reasons were not to be trusted. for he was going to let young Gay have the money. 'is a little weakened by that last attack. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major. knowing the story of their acquaintance.' he said.His Uncle sat looking at him for some time in silence.No words can describe the Captain's consternation at this sight Mrs MacStinger faded into nothing before it.''Well. slowly at the best. paper. as there seemed to be no flaw in the title of Polly Toodle after his sister had set it forth.'Well. dear!''Good-bye!' returned the child. 'Im-mense!''But his deportment. and adjusting her cap and gloves. and copper. or bills.''What is that?''To lose 'em. Perhaps he had seen.Miss Tox. feared.' said Mr Dombey. His sun has been behind a cloud.