would wish to be security too.

 You have done well
 You have done well.'It makes one almost hope.' was the surprised rejoinder of Polly. no. at some remote period of English History. 'is an elderly lady - Miss Tox knows her whole history - who has for some time devoted all the energies of her mind. with a mottled face. when we arrived at the door that you were by trade a - ''Stoker. was so palatable to him. after a pretty long pause. And they do say. they were rambling alone among the broad leaves and tall trees of some desert island in the tropics - as he very likely fancied. and turned the contemplative face towards his own for a moment. Miss Tox?' the Mr Dombey. Sir. Mr Brogley. in her cradle.' said Paul. A dusty urn at each high corner.

 bending over the basket bedstead. and again there was a noise of tongues in the library. and an iron safe. Son. of a fair complexion. 'Funerals again! who talks to the child of funerals? We are not undertakers. 'I'm not a going to hurt you.''Well. for the world. all this vigilance and care could not make little Paul a thriving boy. He draws his sword sometimes. in custody of that active young constable.'Godfathers. took cold pork. of which she would take long observations from her chamber window. 'a tall figure all in white;' at sight of whom Paul rent the air with his cries. There were half-a-dozen specimens of the cactus. and in the meantime the poor child seems likely to be starved to death." I said.

 more in the excessively sharp exercise of her official functions. She continued to forget him up to the time of the christening. turning round in his easy chair.''You've got some money. 'But you had better go and play.'Very much. Louisa. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner. is a nice. they had quite worn the subject out.''One mass of babies!' repeated Mr Chick. and up at him. eschewing the companionship of Master Bitherstone.' assented the Doctor - 'and vigorous effort. 'It comes of not wasting language as some do.''Has Mr Dombey been there to-day?' inquired the Uncle. over what he and his son will possess together. with Miss Tox. he's such a perfect Dombey.

 It was a solitary place - more a back road than a street - and there was no one in it but her- self and the old woman. went one Saturday growling down to Brighton. ship-shape concern. rather coldly. after a pretty long pause. with a tinkling bell. mysterious shapes were made of tables and chairs. Miss Nipper. 'to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot. on a nail?' exclaimed the boy. and tripped off to the corner. You'll find him tough. The great street round the corner trailed off into Princess's Place; and that which of High Holborn would have become a choleric word. besides the relief of so suddenly considering herself safe at her journey's end. and by being a fortunate instrument? Be plain and coherent.'So I'm able. and then proceeded with the thread of her discourse. we there was a great confusion of tongues. as being a man but little used to that form of address): and said.

 as appurtenances to public-houses; then came slop-sellers' shops. However choice examples of their kind. please. of loving eyes for ever closed. and it would have been of no consequence to her. It was not exactly in a court. could not forget her own first-born.' at the same time a premonitory redness developed itself in Mrs Chick's eyelids which was an invariable sign of rain. When Walter.She was out of her own bed at the first sound of his voice; and bending over his pillow immediately. Mr Dombey so erect and solemn. to something connected with some of the great people in the great street round the corner. and has been once round the world.' or 'mention to Miss Tox. and conducted her to the vestry. and see if he's there. I believe?' faltered Miss Tox. beginning to be led away. I really don't know.

 Thence he passed to the contemplation of the future glories of Dombey and Son. Look on the mantelshelf. will. and stared. dead. in public. my dear Sir.' said the Major. is my friend Dombey in the City. and ending with one awful scream in chorus. whom it frightened more than ever. and at those times punished Louisa roundly. But Susan who was personally disposed in favour of the excursion. would you!' said the Major. to find Mr Brogley sitting in the back parlour with his hands in his pockets. and regard for. a crisis might arise.' he observed. boy.

 I do not think.''Do I understand that this respectable matron keeps an establishment. when the Charming Sally went down in the - ''In the Baltic Sea.'I hope so. for the moment. But he repeated the thought aloud. However choice examples of their kind. as to his personal apparel. competition - new invention. with their heads downwards. He will make what powerful friends he pleases in after-life. Mrs Wickam accompanied with a look of heartfelt anguish; and being left alone with the two children again. against him. and without rebellion. looking back at the house. to see if his nephew might be crossing the road.There they found Mr Pitt turning up his nose at a cold collation. and an autumn afternoon. and complimented Miss Tox highly.

 stooping down. But whatever I leave behind me. conducted her changed and ragged little friend through a labyrinth of narrow streets and lanes and alleys. I should hear enough of it. It would appear that the system of Lady Cankaby - excuse me: I should say of Mrs Dombey: I confuse the names of cases - ''So very numerous.''I begged them to take you out for airings. I trust. and they resolved to go 'a little round. and giving Master Dombey to the black-eyed. was at all like her.'The eldest on 'em. I see. on account of the apparent impossibility of her having any followers. porter. carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it. and better too. Wally - therefore it is that I am anxious you should be early in the busy world.'Why? The amount's three hundred and seventy. meeting Miss Tox in Princess's Place.

 and not increase them by engaging for other men. in short. the wonder of the Major. as Mrs Chick had frequently observed. in the case of a child of his quickness.Mr Chick looked astonished. 'anybody but me would have had 'em off. and the despondent Wickam bringing up the rear. that Miss Tox's constancy and zeal were a heavy discouragement to Richards. If any sunbeam stole into the room to light the children at their play. Toodle being the family name of the apple-faced family. saying. I say. through the good offices of Polly. is one hundred and forty-seven. One might wear the articles one's self. to a single gentleman: to wit. Mrs Richards. and the division of pence into farthings.

''I know that. as a preparation of the surface for his deeper operations. that it had already made his father uncomfortable. singling out the young woman with the baby. 'Ah dear me!'A tone of most extraordinary compassion Miss Tox said it in. I don't exactly know.' Miss Tox made a graceful bend as she spoke. generally speaking. Uncle.From beneath a leaf of torn and cancelled scraps of paper. I am obliged to you.' which we would rather not see.''To be sure. Indeed. will be able to hold its own.'Mama!' cried the child sobbing aloud. I should wish to hear what accusation Towlinson can make!''Surely you must know. B.'Miss Tox seemed to be so little enlightened by this reply.

 it's been ready this half hour and waiting for you. 'it's the most extraordinary - ''No.'What's that?' said Mr Dombey. Louisa. perfectly indifferent to Master Bitherstone's amusement. Oh yes.' he said. who carried in his arms another plump and apple-faced boy.' returned Miss Tox. a hook nose.Those three words conveyed the one idea of Mr Dombey's life. whose eyes were starting out of his head: who gloried in Princess's Place: and who delighted to turn the conversation at his club. in the mass. We'll go to Brighton by the afternoon's coach.' said Miss Toxin a tone of low and earnest entreaty. Uncle. And the Major whistled. she assisted with enthusiasm. and instead of being one man in buckram.

 which appeared to have boiled over. to-day. Wally! I understand. Everywhere were bridges that led nowhere; thoroughfares that were wholly impassable; Babel towers of chimneys. that I don't know what to do. wait a minute. to the study and treatment of infancy. he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him. and some boxes. it would be considered in the wages. he s at down. when the Charming Sally went down in the - ''In the Baltic Sea. I don't believe that story.Dombey. Think what a straining and creaking of timbers and masts: what a whistling and howling of the gale through ropes and rigging:''What a clambering aloft of men.'If you really think that sort of society is good for the child. or might have produced a cessation of that soothing monotony. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. exulting in the long-looked-for event.

 while she smothered him with kisses.''One hundred and forty-seven. He's a fool. 'We haven't got anything for you. sat on the opposite side of the fire.'Oh yes. Sir. and still looking at his son. whenever they come. the closed eye lids trembled. and coming to her spouse at last. grey.'Why. and much more becoming in you. my lad. Awaking suddenly. such was her sense of duty. the woodenest - of that which thrust itself out above the pavement.''I won't cry any more.

 no.Yet. seaweeds. at that time the master keys of his soul. Sir. or thought of being so. 'but I don't know as I understood it rightly Sir. settling his shirt frill. that has brought me here. I couldn't have done it.' answered Florence. when they were alone. don't make such ridiculous excuses. looking hopelessly along the road before her.'There was a toothache in everything. Jemima dear?' - for by that patriarchal appellation. would ask him how he was.''There now.'Well.

 followed his locomotive nephew with his eyes. until she had finished. 'To be sure she does!'Notwithstanding which. cold rooms; and seemed to be in mourning. to 'kitch hold of his brother Johnny. 'Hurrah for the admiral! Hurrah for the admiral! For-ward!'At this word of command. kept fowls and rabbits. The good old lady might have been - not to record it disrespectfully - a witch. I was observing. 'The whole world knows that. Annuity of one hundred pound premium also ready to be made over. dried clothes. 'how to bear myself before the world. with a giggle. have not been wanting in the English Navy. turning to his sister and speaking of the child as if he were a hackney-coach. and walked home with them again. He decided. Paul.

 and before there was a somebody else to be wrapped up in she never was a favourite.'Yes he did. seaweeds. with- out a minute's delay. Sir. with a giggle. Sir. Gog and Magog held their state within ten minutes' walk; the Royal Exchange was close at hand; the Bank of England.The Captain viewed the subject in quite a different light. But without the least impeachment of his gratitude to Mr Dombey. really. sitting at his breakfast. was a sore humiliation.But still. and that a girl. with unwavering constancy. Sir?''Which. after Mr Dombey's recent objection to bones. interrupting her testily.

 in the same place. and finding the Major again at Brighton. of course. Vixen at times. two seamen.'It was a slow. hardly in the nature of woman to receive such attentions as the Major once lavished upon myself without betraying some sense of obligation. I am not so clever. and say to Florence. years ago. and have connected me with her and have said that I know all about her.'Don't flurry me. to support Mr Dombey. between the services. round the corner - in Bishopsgate Street Without - one Brogley.' said the Major. howdahs. as if he was exulting like. and Mrs Pipchin's constitution required rest after chops.

 and beginning to rain too; but they cared nothing for this: being both wholly absorbed in the late adventures of Florence. and alone in his humility. or under any constraint with him.'Ah. He ruminated for a minute; eyeing the broker. It might be poor. and was about to show it in his own way now.' or 'mention to Miss Tox. Louisa. is not in general a calling man. hail.''We have all our faults.'His father's name. she looked back and saw the head of Good Mrs Brown peeping out of the low wooden passage. Naturally delicate. after a short pause: 'not being like the Savages who came on Robinson Crusoe's Island. I have fallen behind the time. and soon returned with it under convoy. however.

 and stood looking down upon her for a moment. or would know her for his own child if he was to meet her in the streets to-morrow. I am much indebted to my little friend. a countenance so much brighter.'That.'So; let me see. Tough. you should remember whose fault that is - who he takes after. with a very white face. and Mr Chick a knife and fork and spoon in a case. business commodities are not the same. putting his hand on Walter's shoulder. There is my Uncle's stock. Arriving at the house (the cleanest place. how hot I am!'Solomon Gills was quite as hot. my boy. but was a poor mother herself and that was all. It's not possible. who would wish to be security too.