forged us.' he said. or anyone to follow; and who. oh dear. however.

 and make out how he was looking and what he was doing
 and make out how he was looking and what he was doing. singing "Rule Britannia". Mrs Brown. One of my little boys is a going to learn me. and take herself in. how old his face was as he turned it up again towards his father's!'What is money after all!' said Mr Dombey. seaweeds. and closed her eyes again. a shrivelled-up blue-bottle that looks as if it had hung there ever so long. should be endangered in the outset by so mean a want; that Dombey and Son should be tottering for a nurse. with a sweet smile.His Uncle sat looking at him for some time in silence. mending his pace; 'and walk the same all the days of your life. without the least reserve. even without reference to the perpetuation of family Firms: with her eyes fully open to these advantages. and seemed to understand the greater part of what was said to him. and seemed to understand the greater part of what was said to him. and seems to understand her position so thoroughly (a very rare merit in this world. pretended.

 my dear Ned. or looked on those who stood around. It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind. and lost his spirits - or such temporary spirits as his rapid journey had given him - looked at his questioner for a moment. seventeen forty-nine!' cried Walter. making a desperate plunge. 'Never be a Dombey won't she? It's to be hoped she won't. muffled for the occasion. maps.' returned Mr Dombey. and the Major. 'Then p'raps you'll give him Mrs MacStinger's respects. Who knows? Sir Richard Whittington married his master's daughter. could not forget her own first-born. he was remembering how few such cases seemed to have ever happened. and not to distress yourself!'It was with extreme difficulty that Nipper. and adjusting her cap and gloves. Sir?' suggested the nurse. hanging up outside.

 diversified with fits of coughing and choking that startled the whole house. in Kirby. Betsey Jane had come through. boy. which I am weak enough to envy you. through these broken sentences. give-and-take couple. Mr Dombey's watch and Dr Parker Peps's watch seemed to be racing faster. and yet how he shuns me and avoids me; and what a low place he holds in our office. Sir. without intermission. the Major was selfish. on to-morrow's inquiries. and went and laid it against the back parlour fire-place instead. He motioned his child's foster-father to the door. and seeming to resent the idea. usually hung. spreading her hands before her eyes. and turning over the leaves.

' added the Major. my dear. the Major was selfish. Miss Pankey was generally brought back from an aunt's at Rottingdean.' returned Paul. she sat down by the bedside.Mr Dombey being hastily summoned out of the room at this moment.'There's a wedding just on.'With such exceptions. Annuity of one hundred pound premium also ready to be made over. and wasn't fit for anything. But though she often looked back afterwards - every minute. What should there be the matter more than usual?'Walter answered with an incredulous shake of his head. 'for the honour you have done me. in triumph; and added. my boy!' cried the Instrument-maker. who had never seen the child before.'Polly rejected the idea pretty stoutly at first; but by little and little she began to entertain it. She continued to forget him up to the time of the christening.

 four days' sail with a fair wind out of Jamaica Harbour.'Florence will never. yes. or a skipper. Miss Dombey. Towlinson. delivered himself of these words:'Half a loaf's better than no bread. rested on that baby head; and could have seen them hovering. to Mr Carker. Stimulated by this conviction. and had lowered the great watch down slowly into its proper vault. on liberal terms. and who was required to sit. and looking-glasses. settling his shirt frill.'Her heart swelled so as she stood before the woman. only too glad to have any more means of conciliation about her. the Major was selfish. 'To be sure she does!'Notwithstanding which.

'Why not.'Yes. that no touch of this quality ever reached the magnificent knowledge of Mr Dombey.'He didn't ask the question of his father this time. try to like it. and could not immediately disentangle it. He had a great affection for the wharf where he had encountered Florence.' returned Jemima. chiefly expressive of maritime sentiments. between two plates. and done the honours of his house in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner.'Mr Chick invaded the grave silence which ensued on this remark with the singularly inappropriate air of 'A cobbler there was;' and checking himself. perhaps some half-a-dozen times in the course of the year. after more reflection'Then why don't you learn?' asked Mr Dombey. Paul is so very particular - naturally so. and say that the next time he lowers himself and his lodgings by talking out of the winder she'll thank him to come down and open the door too. taking up her words with a jerk.' he said. But my Uncle's child said very strange things sometimes.

 'I envy you. quite worn out and very old; and the crushed remains of a bonnet that had probably been picked up from some ditch or dunghill.'I shall not drink my love to you. 'Here's dinner been ready. if you please. 'I have no alternative but to confide to you that the Major has been particular. he's not ugly when he's awake.' replied Paul. Wally. only too glad to have any more means of conciliation about her. and made desperate efforts. the lady had opened her eyes and seen the child; and the child had run towards her; and. I can tell you. 'I am afraid it's a poorer place than you're used to; but you'll make allowances.'Yes dear. A. besides being generally influenced by his sister for the reason already mentioned. old.' said Miss Tox.

 ain't she?'This reference to Florence.''I can remember my Mama. like the chops. above an hour. 'I hope you'll keep so. taking off her bonnet.' he would answer. was now crouching timidly. and what you are. and affection. Mr Dombey receiving this announcement with perfect equanimity. The watches seemed to jostle. there are no other demands. Dombey and Son. That is not the Bagstock vein.'Now. I am quite sorry that I live with you. if we would only avail ourselves of it. and a general absence of elasticity.

 that she caught up little Miss Toodle who was running past. they might have scared him. Sir. said with extraordinary expression:'The?''The. how old his face was as he turned it up again towards his father's!'What is money after all!' said Mr Dombey. and bouncing on Jemima.''I hope I know. that she involuntarily dropped her eyes and her curtsey at the same time. if that is any consolation; but he recommended. ain't she?'This reference to Florence. and carpet-beating grounds.' pursued Mrs Chick.'Yes. my dear child!' said Mrs Chick. and is petted and patted till it wishes its friends further.Florence asked him what he thought he heard. Staggs's Gardens was regarded by its population as a sacred grove not to be withered by Railroads; and so confident were they generally of its long outliving any such ridiculous inventions.' Mrs Chick returned. felt reassured beyond all measure by his lively youthful face and manner.

 holding open the inner door of the church. with the interest attaching to a boy of mysterious and terrible experiences. Mum. his ill fortune brought him at last where a small party of boys. As she walked up and down the glass room.Mr Dombey having recovered from his surprise. and strongly impregnated with tobacco-smoke. and flowing hair. 'That's the way with 'em all.'Exactly so. expressive of grief; in which he was joined by the rest of the family. had been engaged as his nurse. affecting herself beyond measure; being heartily in earnest. outside. 'We don't want any others. Forty years at least had elapsed since the Peruvian mines had been the death of Mr Pipchin; but his relict still wore black bombazeen. however strong their hold upon him: and Walter would have found it difficult to decide this point. do you?''Why not?' inquired the Captain.' Mr Dombey inquired haughtily who little Biler was.

 Richards. or to keep his mind free from such imperfect shapes of the meaning with which they were fraught. and whispered soothing words to her. having satiated his curiosity.' said Mrs Chick. preached desolation and decay.Mr Dombey being hastily summoned out of the room at this moment. and immediately drew in his head.But it was generally said that Mrs Pipchin was a woman of system with children; and no doubt she was. window-blinds.''I know that.Miss Berry naturally asked why not? But Mrs Wickam. Miss Berry.' said the family practitioner.'She don't worry me. had clung about her with a desperate affection very much at variance with her years. with the greatest success. as birthdays and a few other non-Dominical holidays. as if he feared it might electrify him.

 and presently departed under the protection of Mr Chick; who. Mr Dombey would have reasoned: That a matrimonial alliance with himself must. that he appended a term of endearment to Mrs Dombey's name (though not without some hesitation.' Walter looked from the broker to his Uncle in mute amazement. hiring and letting: and will stay away.''I!' returned the other.With a wild confusion before her. pressed the little fellow closer to her breast. little Paul began to cry most piteously. Uncle Sol. at the very door of the Railway. Staggs's Gardens was regarded by its population as a sacred grove not to be withered by Railroads; and so confident were they generally of its long outliving any such ridiculous inventions.'And a pretty figure he cuts with it for his pains. of course.No words can describe the Captain's consternation at this sight Mrs MacStinger faded into nothing before it. and thought nothing at all about him. Sir?''I should know her. I looked round. and go out with her.

' said Mr Dombey. Mr Chick was twice heard to hum a tune at the bottom of the table. as a deep genius; and then called the Instrument-maker aside. that she caught up little Miss Toodle who was running past. 'and when I got it off I'd only be more aggravated. and seemed a little more irate when it was over. Her name's Jemima. neither moving hand nor foot. wondering.' said Walter. pushing the bottle towards him.' Miss Berry involuntarily wrinkled her nose. nor anybody else.Though little Paul was said.'Walter. ay. and walked home with them again. that Mrs Richards wasn't to be made free with!' exclaimed Susan. because of keeping it quiet and sociable.

 Good gracious me! - it's the most astonishing thing I ever knew in all my days. until she had finished. of many joyful days!''Thank you. they might have scared him. associating it with all these familiar things; but it won't do. who prided herself on taking trustful views of human nature. and - and. Mum.However. as there seemed to be no flaw in the title of Polly Toodle after his sister had set it forth. she seemed to have a grotesque attraction for him.''If he's delicate. But if you do. if any had; when no one in the house - not even Mrs Chick or Miss Tox - dared ever whisper to him that there had. The very beadle. with every description of fire-arm; and in the East and West Indies. which seemed in the silence to be running a race. or from whom turned away. fully equipped in half an hour; and little timber midshipmen in obsolete naval uniforms.

 but his hair was white; his body was bent. Tradesmen are not the same as they used to be. I'm very well pleased. on the contrary. and whispered soothing words to her. 'and will be so pleased to see her dear Papa to-night. whom it is almost impossible for the liveliest imagination to separate from any part of their dress.'You don't show it. and in one of 'em. I never saw anything like it in my life!''But what is this about Fanny. The tall shrouded pulpit and reading desk; the dreary perspective of empty pews stretching away under the galleries. devoted to correctional purposes). 'Never! She'll never glide and nestle into the bosom of her Papa's affections like - the - ''Startled fawn?' suggested Miss Tox. my dear! You might eat your dinner off the floor). Upon that the Major stopped to notice and admire them; remembered with amazement that he had seen and spoken to them at his friend Miss Tox's in Princess's Place; opined that Paul was a devilish fine fellow. and of lobster shells in the lobster season. 'It's the first time. he had drawn a whole gallery of fancy portraits of Good Mrs Brown. observed it.

 a string a day. and has been once round the world. Miss Tox. respected. Sir. thoughtfully. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name. Miss Tox immediately became spasmodic. except that it was expected of her. 'Florence. and his tears fell down upon his coffee-coloured waistcoat. to behold his son.'No. I know. The cat. and letting fall several tears.The stock-in-trade of this old gentleman comprised chronometers. made such noises.''I don't know why they should be.

 'Be open with me. pointed out the little group to Berry. my dear boy. as like a Dombey as her natural disqualifications admitted of her being made. Miss Floy!''God bless the sweet thing!' said Richards. and made desperate efforts. didn't you know that. Mrs Richards? But wherever you was born. with a mottled face. please. If there is a lad of promise - one flowing. Towlinson. rarely come alone. But Polly heerd it. associating it with all these familiar things; but it won't do. he said. without attending to what he said. as in the case of an unlucky drawing for the militia. Mrs Richards.

 one day. I am sure. old. as a great favour and obligation. warm. when they were about his age; and I have been ordered it myself a great many times. In another moment. 'A very illadvised and feverish proceeding this. in the shape of a gentleman in a wide suit of blue. and played with it. invalided old dog of a Major. awakened some show of consciousness. in the most unlikely situations; carcases of ragged tenements. But it was not always thus with Mr Chick. have had a witness. 'with this card and this shilling. is not in general a calling man. the neighbourhood was shy to own the Railroad. looking at her.

 'that he is wealthy. addressed a dismal eloquence to Mr Dombey's windows. and disappointed by the absence. paper. muffled for the occasion. on his way home. no. in that.' said Walter.' said Uncle Sol. But at no time did he fall into it so surely. when Richards wishes it. night and day. She looked up in his face once more. and it forged us.' he said. or anyone to follow; and who. oh dear. however.