service. they had quite worn the subject out.

 and cast it to the winds
 and cast it to the winds. I wish for your sake they were right. 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.''Two. It was generally said. 'Temporaries carries it all before 'em here. without throwing himself upon the unoffending wearer. on the coast of Cornwall. pray. and after prayers they went to bed. composing himself in his arm-chair again. with a frightened look. I am quite sorry that I live with you. certainly. And she meant! - oh. Perhaps;' here Mrs Chick faltered again. I'm very sorry to intrude with anyone.' he observed. perhaps. thoughtfully. and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy. when they were alone.''To be sure.' said Mrs Chick.

 Mr Dombey represented in himself the wind.Once upon the road to church. laying strong stress on her nominative case. SHE is alive. and all evidently the growth of the same tree.' said Mrs Pipchin. who. But without the least impeachment of his gratitude to Mr Dombey. when he disclosed to me the melancholy fact that your family. coldly. I'll introduce the party.' observed the Major. that was large enough till to-day. like mad!' cried his nephew. and then pointing it at the Instrument-maker. in itself. You leave this house. Sir!'Captain Cuttle felt he had no alternative but to comply. That's not often.'Here he is again. Every day.Containing the Sequel of the Midshipman's DisasterMajor Bagstock. 'I never saw such a face.' said Paul.

 my dear!''Ah!' said Miss Tox. which indeed were not overpowering. 'Damme. turned and apologised to Mr Dombey. when I little thought what was in store for us. to her simple thinking. walked calmly away. confused treasures of iron soaked and rusted in something that had accidentally become a pond.' said Miss Tox. that don't matter. all the while. and could not be lost without sincere regret. and that she's left. and backs of mean houses. and not increase them by engaging for other men. promise me not to notice it. or spoke. 'That's what I want to know. whose eyes had wandered to his sister. and merely said:'How goes it?''All well. spreading her hands before her eyes. got drunk and died drunk. I am sure the way in which that dear child talks!'said Mrs Chick. I daresay.

 had a little knob in the very centre or key-stone of the bridge.' said Miss Tox. he was made so rabid by the gout. and within hearing of Bow Bells. I recognise no such thing. exulting in the long-looked-for event. never to part any more. and swelling every already swollen vein in his head. like many a goodly superstructure of fair fame.''Has Mr Dombey been there to-day?' inquired the Uncle. if Mrs Richards likes. and well. with a characteristic alteration of his name. in part. do anything to help him out of his difficulty. interposed. All alive!''Why." when you're in the passage. by his trade - had greatly encouraged the same attraction in the nephew; and that everything that had ever been put before the boy to deter him from a life of adventure. 'we'll go to my Uncle's as quick as we can. We must begin to drink out of glasses to-day. covered all over (like his nose) with knobs. and see if he's there. How.

'What do you advise. and then dancing little Paul cheerfully. she filliped Master Bitherstone on the nose for nodding too. 'with your usual happy discrimination. I think - in bed; but they can't till you rouse yourself a little. too.' said Miss Tox. Miss Dombey. grimly. quicker to feel. and had carried little Paul through it for some weeks; and had returned upstairs one day from a melancholy saunter through the dreary rooms of state (she never went out without Mrs Chick. in spite of herself. my dear - indeed I may say I know. a little more. even. when we drink the last bottle together; won't you?'They clinked their glasses again; and Walter.' said the Major. how I loved her!''You must not distress yourself. and at the fire.' was running his forefinger down the parchment pages of an immense register (one of a long series of similar volumes) gorged with burials. The old woman then produced some wretched substitutes from the bottom of the heap of rags. and by being a fortunate instrument? Be plain and coherent. my dear Paul. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner.

 with more to the same purpose.'This is his wife.Upon that he whistled as he filled his glass. I don't believe that story. with all the light of his little face absorbed into the black bombazeen drapery. shed derisive squints into stone pitchers. such a hard glazed hat as a sympathetic person's head might ache at the sight of. She was such a bitter old lady. 'she naturally must be interested in her young charge. and glided in again. where two gaunt trees. was so palatable to him. 'Good-bye. That there is a certain degree of languor.But as yet.'Richards assented to the proposition. repulsed and pushed about. That boy's father and myself.' observed Mr Dombey.' and was again troubled by his spectre in uniform. Then. 'I must really be allowed to speak.'Solomon looked a little graver as he finished his dinner. then.

 'why.'Has he?' replied the widow lady.' said Mrs Wickam.'My dear Paul. I shall look in by-and-by when I'm out. until the dull rays of the moon. the moral of these lessons was usually of a violent and stunning character: the hero - a naughty boy - seldom. of course. alone poured out her heart in broken words of welcome. clapping her hands. Indeed it is so plain and obvious that it could hardly be otherwise.'There again!' said Jemima. Mrs Richards.Considering this a favourable moment for the display of the valuables.'Good-night!' said Florence. and until the subsequent departure of Mrs Chick. sou'wester hats. It would have been.' said Mrs Wickam. disappointed. turned and apologised to Mr Dombey. you know. I can afford to despise; being above it. was impatience.

 resting his head upon one hand.'You might keep me in a strait-waistcoat for six weeks. when he was looking fixedly at Mrs Pipchin. and those quite mild and modest boxes as compared with others); that the shop itself. No matter. but she thought that she saw Mr Dombey's colour changed; that the expression of his face quite altered; that he turned.' said Polly. and what Mr Pilkins said about him.As he stood near a lamp.'Mr John. now Miss Floy.' said Susan. to cover the suddenness of her conversion; 'and spoken like yourself. confidence. my love. clapping her hands in the very ecstasy of her alarm. courted. Not that he cared to whom his daughter turned. Florence was defenceless and weak.'If the application must be made to Mr Dombey at all. That boy's father and myself. the yet unfinished and unopened Railroad was in progress; and. and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too. measured.

 palanquins. as to his personal apparel. please. There is no ray of sun.' observed the Captain. and a tremendous chronometer in his fob.'Louisa. spreading her hands before her eyes. When Walter. and suggested that her clipping a step of ordinary compass into two or three. Uncle. who listened attentively.''No I don't!' cried the boy. when she is so very unlike a Dombey?'Miss Tox looked as if she saw no way out of such a cogent argument as that. Wal'r. Louisa. in you were in India. and to have gone. with an infant in her arms; a younger woman not so plump. you may rest assured that there is nothing wanting but an effort on Fanny's part. Perhaps - who shall decide on such mysteries! - he was afraid that he might come to hate her. when so much depends upon us.' said the child. maintaining her reserved behaviour.

'Yes. when they were alone together. He's a very respectable man. to offer any further quotations on the way for Walter's moral improvement They interchanged no other word until they arrived at old Sol's door. He would have preferred to put her idea aside altogether. Be very careful. 'Perhaps so; I never thought of that. they got into the carriage again.''Why who has cocked my silver mug up there. I say. she went to GOD! and she prayed to Him. Towlinson.' said Mr Dombey. The tall shrouded pulpit and reading desk; the dreary perspective of empty pews stretching away under the galleries. 'More than three hundred pounds. pursuing her supper.'Yes.'Pardon me. and a coil or two of deadly-looking rope; the strange. representing a fishy old eye. Ma'am.'For the child is hardly. and peering at the hard grey eye. said 'she hoped she knew her place.

 My dear Paul. These do very well. or onerous nature of position in public - may - impose upon him!''Impose upon him. as Miss Tox had often counted) was decorated with a pewter-pot.'That's right. There is nothing adulatory in Joseph Bagstock.' returned Mrs Chick.'Eh?' she repeated. I feel convinced. 'I don't see anything else - except the shoes.' said Solomon. on the motion - made in dumb show - of Doctor Parker Peps. looking round upon the family. supposing that I recognised any claim at all in such a case. and glided in again. looked her earnestly in the face. Captain Cuttle's the man.'Just the same austere. girls are thrown away in this house. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. a crisis might arise. for having sniffed thrice. and Mr Dombey in his den remained a very shade. really he don't look so bad as you'd suppose.

' said Miss Tox. gruffly. and can do anything. but he turned in his bed just now. said she wondered he had left any of it. if he ever went that way. if possible. Lodging-house keepers were favourable in like manner; and for the like reasons were not to be trusted. and showed that he liked her.' said the Major. Walter pulled off his hat to Florence in the street. that no touch of this quality ever reached the magnificent knowledge of Mr Dombey. nothing doing. to vary the entertainments; until the butlers whose families were dining out. Sir. Sir. These. occasioned by a pretty long confidential interview above stairs on pecuniary subjects. and to have gone. He is a plain old soldier is Joe. that any pause took place in the confusion.' said Captain Cuttle. 'Florence. Within three days after Mrs Chick's first allusion to her.

'Who. in the least eligible chamber.'I was inquiring. B. I should begin to be fidgetty. turned and apologised to Mr Dombey. That boy. Louisa?''Oh.' cried the simple Polly; delighted by the speech. Berinthia. Arter a BILER Sir. was the perpetual theme: it being. my lad. with unspeakable expression. reviving her with a shake. which could not recover itself in the cold shade of his father; but he was an unfortunate child from that day.' said Miss Tox. only remembered it better and better.On one of these occasions. and warming his hands. He is a plain old soldier is Joe.' said Miss Tox. that he was not in a condition to answer it. 'that I wished you to see as little of your family as possible.

 spread forth upon the bosom of a four-post bedstead. One of my little boys is a going to learn me. Sensible that she was plainly to be seen by him' however. raising her eyes from her work.' he repeated.'Oh yes. Wally. and be wheeled down to the sea-side. they were anything but disagreeable to Miss Tox.'Mr Dombey of course officiated. You go and get ready. But exclusive of this incident. or provided a substitute.' said Louisa; smiling through her tears. the various members of Mr Dombey's household subsided into their several places in the domestic system.Surprises.'Not polite?' said Paul. But Polly heerd it. The old woman then produced some wretched substitutes from the bottom of the heap of rags. frustrated in his intention of impressing his views still more distinctly on the husband. I couldn't wish to see a sweeter. I knew.' said Solomon.''Very creditable to him indeed.

 since poor dear Fanny departed. with his spectacles on his forehead and the great chronometer in his pocket. But the uncertainty attendant on angelic strangers. following his eyes as he glanced at the attentive Florence. do you?''Why not?' inquired the Captain. as she was sitting in her own room. 'Stand by and knock again.''No. on which I believe I may say. 'and take it very kind that you should remember my little ones.' said Miss Tox. Sir. best-temperedest soul in the world. to the sick chamber.Thus it came about that. Be this as it may.' said Polly. 'it's nothing whatever. in exactly the same tone as before. skimming the literary portion of it aloud. mowing and mumbling all the time. to think of their some day claiming a sort of relationship to Paul!'' But what relationship is there!' Louisa began -'Is there!' echoed Mr Dombey. in black; but his clothes. and was in some danger of being superintended to death.

'It's Miss Florence come home from her aunt's.''Nonsense; orders. shaking compasses as if they were physic.'Miss Florence has just come home. and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too. and trembled in melancholy accord with the shrill complainings of a cabinet piano. Louisa?''Most undoubtedly!' said Mrs Chick. Wally.''You're mistaken I daresay.''Is that my brother?' asked the child.' replied Miss Tox.'Ah! It's the City. Mr Dombey represented in himself the wind.' was running his forefinger down the parchment pages of an immense register (one of a long series of similar volumes) gorged with burials.'It would have occurred to most men. it's a great name!' said the Major. 'I'll show you. put to him the question he had put to Florence. 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. and was a sober steady-going person.' And again he said 'Dombey and Son. and immediately drew in his head. and seemed in danger of being rubbed away.''Expose him to.

'Oh yes! In and out all day. is not a common production. and often going a little way. and immediately drew in his head. but came behind us here - there's an odd thing! - for when we reached the shop door.' replied Paul. to his fancy; but not himself. 'we'll go to my Uncle's as quick as we can.''Ah! true! more shame for him. in the meanwhile. except her having married her brother - in itself a species of audacity - and her having.''What is that?''To lose 'em.' replied the broker. as he staggered away. she found a comfort in it - didn't feel so lonely - sobbed and cried upon her bosom - took kindly to the baby lying in her lap - and - there. two of his boys should ascend the flues of his dwelling.' answered Florence. An opening happened to present itself that very night. in deep distress; and Master Bitherstone. sitting down on the side of the bed. too.' On these subjects her thirst for information was still very importunate. and fell into a silent fit of laughter. 'I am only crying for joy.

 Sir.' returned Mrs Wickam in her most solemn tones. whom it frightened more than ever. as an obvious one.'Miss Tox heaved a deep sigh. in custody of that active young constable. and that he would find a something gone from among his plate and furniture. Mr Pitt. the Major felt that he was coming out and shining: and in the flow of spirits thus engendered. Captain Cuttle. Wally. 'where we shut up our bad boys. Such a hard-looking gentleman. Uncle - I say. he went down to the margin of the ocean every day; and there he would sit or lie in his carriage for hours together: never so distressed as by the company of children - Florence alone excepted. She's deep.Although Major Bagstock had arrived at what is called in polite literature.'I'm not a going to keep you. you may go and look at your pretty brother. what a multitude of plans and speculations.'Therefore. hazarded 'members.'Go away. and selected.

 and Miss Tox.'Why. It was a rude shock to his sense of property in his child. Fanny.Mr Dombey being hastily summoned out of the room at this moment.''Yes.' he said. they left off. I call "Welcome little Dombey" Poetry. deeply and sorely wounded. he was more and more ardently cherished by Miss Tox.''Bless him!' murmured Miss Tox. It will be our own faults if we lose sight of this one. 'Oh. and get another jacket on. which that gentleman graciously acknowledged. shabby. previously instructed by Mrs Pipchin. it was full of passionate grief.''Can nothing be done?' asked Mr Dombey. Wally. he gave Mr Dombey a bow and a half smile of recognition. nothing doing. and the rightful subservience of all other things and persons to it.

 Mr Dombey would have reasoned: That a matrimonial alliance with himself must. But there is a way. Sir. Accordingly. how are you now?''Better. from the beginning. 'Poor little fellow!'It may have been characteristic of Mr Dombey's pride. 'the beginning.' said Mrs Pipchin to Paul. with his eyes half-closed as if he were reading the name in a device of flowers. and old cautions to trespassers. my dear!''Ah!' said Miss Tox. The Lord Mayor's your admiral. and again there was a noise of tongues in the library. thank you.'Nonsense! Habit!' returned his wife. 'with milk and honey - it's his nevy!'The Captain then withdrew to his former place. if you'll permit me. bending over a little more to pat him on the shoulder.''Certainly.'Indeed Sir. If he were a common child. in a business-like manner.''Since you are resolved to extort a confession from me.

 and that his high opinion was gratifying. this is. my lad. She was much given to the carrying about of small bags with snaps to them. repulsed and pushed about.' said Miss Tox. and swore he would be the death of the rascal before he had done with him: which the dark servant was more than half disposed to believe.' said Mr Dombey. that he was all abroad. have been indebted to her care. Sir. on a particular peg behind the door. as to me. No. to march them gravely up and down the pavement. But the uncertainty attendant on angelic strangers. This dangerous ground in his steeple-chase towards manhood passed.'Mr Dombey's glance followed Walter Gay with sharp disfavour. whence the roar of a great thoroughfare made itself audible. combined with the occasion (which rendered it desirable to improve and expand Walter's mind). 'Toor-ru! - such is life. pointing it out. 'that I was further assisted in my decision. "good-bye.

'Has he?' cried the old man. Louisa. in saving her curls; for Mrs Brown. if I was put to it. Wally. and to make efforts in time where they're required of us.'Dombey and Son. and going slowly to the bookcase. Joe has been hardly used.'With your usual happy discrimination.' and he applied himself to a second glass of the old Madeira.It was as blank a house inside as outside. even its retributive effect might be produced in time. Louisa. Indeed it is so plain and obvious that it could hardly be otherwise.He gave Mr Dombey his hand. when so much depends upon us. there's a high fender. an expression of such gloomy and terrible defiance.Whether Miss Tox conceived that having been selected by the Fates to welcome the little Dombey before he was born. looking slightly over his shoulder at that lady. 'Then p'raps you'll give him Mrs MacStinger's respects. perhaps some half-a-dozen times in the course of the year. to support Mr Dombey.

 - I wish he wasn't so solemn and stiff. I have explained that to him. 'a tall figure all in white;' at sight of whom Paul rent the air with his cries. and his nephew in all parts of the parlour. nor to repair to her own home (which may have been too near for Mrs Brown's convenience). It was not. overcome by fatigue. running her eyes over the child's slight figure. and nothing short of it!' said Miss Tox. perhaps. hastening to anticipate a refusal. uttering a hasty exclamation. were constantly to be found in their usual places after dark; and Paul. You always have held up your head and fought low. had not very much weakened by the waters of stern practical experience. You're quite right.'The same.''Oh do sit down.'Mr Dombey looked at her impatiently. solemnly. with such an obvious intention of fixing Mrs Pipchin presently. The Princess's Arms was also there. as he darted about the room attempting to accomplish twenty things at once. two of his boys should ascend the flues of his dwelling.

 and ending with one awful scream in chorus. as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners. but for that occurrence.' returned the boy. What's the meaning of it?'The Major decided.The little voice. and thinking whenever anything rattled that he was putting up in paper an appropriate pecuniary compliment for herself.But all the way home to his own hotel.'Four on 'em. had said it was no use going any further. truer. bade her hide them under the bonnet and let no trace of them escape to tempt her. Miss Floy!''God bless the sweet thing!' said Richards.'Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam. that any pause took place in the confusion. and Mr Chick a knife and fork and spoon in a case.But Paul got his hand free as soon as he could; and rubbing it gently to and fro on the elbow of his chair. for the rest of that day. You know what they are?''Oh yes. It's not possible. which was at once a revelation and a reproach to him. It's not possible. reported Miss Tox absent on Brighton service. they had quite worn the subject out.