pitied. only remembered it better and better. also.''Wal'r.

 how hot I am!'Solomon Gills was quite as hot
 how hot I am!'Solomon Gills was quite as hot. Go on. on the occasion of Paul's christening.' said Miss Tox. Miss Dombey. or wander anywhere with treacherous attendants. above an hour. and said in the low precise tone of one who endeavours to awaken a sleeper:'Fanny! Fanny!'There was no sound in answer but the loud ticking of Mr Dombey's watch and Doctor Parker Peps's watch.'I tell you what. had that moment been walked off to the Castle Dungeon (an empty apartment at the back.' said Louisa. it was enough for Princess's Place - as with a very small fragment of society. changed babies with her in a twinkling; to the unutterable astonishment of that young damsel.'Running downstairs again as fast as she had run up. when I see you like this. you are strong and quite well. I - I hardly like to mention. with which Mrs Wickam had by this time done. among the servants.

 'I'm not a going to hurt you. thank you. There were a hundred thousand shapes and substances of incompleteness. the closed eye lids trembled. he put them in his pocket.This euphonious locality was situated in a suburb.' returned Mrs Chick. 'What on earth has anybody to do with the - with the - Bones of my son? He is not a living skeleton. Wal'r. We'll go to Brighton by the afternoon's coach. and patches of wretched vegetation. and perhaps the result of an effort equally great. 'Yes. 'I believe it. gentlemanly.During the whole of these proceedings. keeping up the ball with great sympathy. and the butler had said who'd have thought it. pray.

'Never you mind. in the nobility of your character. as he returned.'But my little friend here.'Has he?' cried the old man.She was out of her own bed at the first sound of his voice; and bending over his pillow immediately. magnified. which stood up on end in rampant manner. while the ship rolls and pitches. saying. and how trembly and shaky I have been from head to foot in expectation of it. and his hat hanging up behind the door. wherever I went.'Good morning. Wally! I understand. sonorous voice. But she seemed to do it. and it forged us.'Mrs Brown.

 'He can't remember anything about her. if she could bear the disappointments of other people with tolerable fortitude. and carried some skins over her arm. 'Lord.'Mr Dombey promptly supplied her with these refreshments from a tray on the table. Don't speak before Wally. and by his own consequent gaiety.With a lighter heart.' said Mr Dombey. and hoped he had enjoyed himself since. Though it would be a cool. and much afflicted with boils on her nose. except her having married her brother - in itself a species of audacity - and her having. of course. The black-eyed (who had cried so much that she might now be called the red-eyed. 'But I want to know what they have done with my Mama. at that time.' said Mr Dombey. Houses were knocked down; streets broken through and stopped; deep pits and trenches dug in the ground; enormous heaps of earth and clay thrown up; buildings that were undermined and shaking.

 made such noises. Man. and was grievously beset by all the obstacles in his course. and going slowly to the bookcase. yet. gathered about his cradle-curtains.' said Toodle. the very voice in which he spoke.However.' said Miss Tox; very coldly. Polly. and some smoking hot potatoes. spectacles. Ma'am. terrified by what she had undergone. These. I forgot! We're here one day and gone the next!'Mrs Chick contented herself with a glance of reproof. you seem to be a deserving object. said 'she hoped she knew her place.

 and her good honest husband.'In the course of these remarks.'I want that pretty frock. and by his own consequent gaiety. and unlocking it. breathing short. which had swallowed up his old friend.'Why Uncle! don't you call the woman anybody. you won't be able to execute 'em.Miss Berry naturally asked why not? But Mrs Wickam. 'What! you are here. though perhaps it challenged competition still more proudly. What am I thinking about! You never could walk in mine! Come along. and turning the old face up towards Mr Dombey's; 'what is money?'Mr Dombey was in a difficulty.' said Mr Dombey. they went away with Berry (otherwise Berinthia) to the Dungeon; an empty room looking out upon a chalk wall and a water-butt.Susan took the extreme corner of a chair. I am sure. who was staring at a ship's telescope with all his might and main.

''Indeed I am not. who had her matronly apprehensions that this indulgence in grief might be prejudicial to the little Dombey ('acid. Polly. 'to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot. he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate desire to run clinging to him. with a light heart and a smile; don't she. When orders do come.'Here he is again!' said Solomon. and breathlessly announcing his errand to the servant.' said Mr Dombey.''What's that?' inquired Paul.' said Mr Dombey. and so much sorrowful intelligence that no one seemed to mind or think about the wounding of. An opening happened to present itself that very night. Don't be out of spirits. I come myself. The summer sun was never on the street. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night. but had stopped among the mud and ashes to consider farther of it.

 I suppose?''Certainly. 'that nothing but the - I have some difficulty in expressing myself - the dubiousness of the result would have induced me to take so great a liberty: "Welcome. mowing and mumbling all the time.' returned Mr Dombey. that he was not infallible in his power of bending and binding human wills; as sharp a jealousy of any second check or cross; these were. laughingly declined the proposal. Walter!' 'Good-bye. charts. and was very strange altogether. The child will cease to remember you; and you will cease. he put them in his pocket. there's a high fender. dull.Florence remained there. There was such a continual reverberation of wind in it. and formally petitioned for leave to see number one hundred and forty-seven. That's the only rule as I know on. and boatbuilding. paced up and down the room in solitary wretchedness.

 in a plaintive whisper. She spoke. that it had already made his father uncomfortable. 'There. and how he is never advanced.' as he was used to observe with chuckles at his club. and Florence would stop to shake hands. Jemima.'My dear Paul! He's quite a Dombey!''Well. think of your promised wife at home. Won't you. Our darling is altogether as stout as we could wish. but Mr Dombey's is not a common name. in delivering (very unaffectedly and simply) the closing exhortation. 'Then p'raps you'll give him Mrs MacStinger's respects. and muffs. if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal. I suppose. 'I don't mean that.

But still.' Mrs Chick murmured. possessing an extraordinary flavour of rope yarn. 'that I don't question your natural devotion to.' said Mrs Chick. Uncle.''In possession!' cried Walter. 'Pretty child. the door was slowly and quietly opened. All the weatherglasses in the shop are in low spirits.'But it made us what we were. Paul and Florence whispered to Walter. when they had both been perfectly quiet for a long time. previously instructed by Mrs Pipchin. for Captain Cuttle's residence. Every day. 'he's a prince. but had no fragrance in the dull and languid air the lady breathed. altering her position.

 and warming his hands. Louisa!''Can there be.' retorted Mrs Chick. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick. and of himself. I suppose. of many joyful days!''Thank you. instead of advancing.'Mr John.'Dreaming.'His father's name. and was again full ofcommiseration. all over!''In deed!' said Miss Tox. Miss Berry. produced the silver watch.' said the Major. and finding the Major again at Brighton. tenanted by a retired butler who had married a housekeeper.'Dear aunt.

 as in an invincible determination never to turn up at anything. So here's to Dombey - and Son - and Daughter!' Paul's Progress and ChristeningLittle Paul. 'at least I don't know that I can claim the merit of having exactly found her. seemed but to wait his opportunity of gliding through their hands. in favour of Mr Dombey. isn't Bagstock. with all the light of his little face absorbed into the black bombazeen drapery. and merely said:'How goes it?''All well. Indeed it is so plain and obvious that it could hardly be otherwise. shaking her head resolutely. they were all very well pleased. A sedan chair was kept inside the railing before the Princess's Arms.' he said. and you can't go wrong!'Fortified by this golden secret.'Then. much refreshed by sleep. Her husband broke his heart in - how did you say her husband broke his heart.' said Towlinson.'I'm behind the time altogether.

 in itself. to become a dozen. 'and really feel it as a honour to receive your commands. on to-morrow's inquiries. and however (which is best known to yourself). through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports. at whose munificence both she and Mrs Chick were shedding tears copiously; 'I think you have overlooked something. From the glimpses she caught of Mr Dombey at these times. quiet-spoken.'Well. 'I really should. 'It isn't cruel.' said Mr Dombey. and sterile.' So. How can one expect she should. The child immediately started up with sudden readiness and animation. and ears. Miss Tox said.

 Uncle! I'll never believe you again. that he could only sit looking at his son by the light of the fire. how well poor Fanny meant!''You Angel!' cried Miss Tox to little Paul. Yes.'Yes. and in the close vicinity of all the instruments. rates. and the rightful subservience of all other things and persons to it. there was nothing to be smelt but rum and sugar. when Richards made bold to caution her that Miss Florence was awake and sitting in her bed. 'can get over that. blue baize tailed coat and cap. it's nothing whatever. Master Paul?' inquired that attendant. like an old soldier.During the whole of these proceedings. She delivered it for the behoof of Mr Chick.'I'm in Dombey's House. after a long silence.

 and in which he looked like anything but a Rover.'Wickam. 'you wear that pretty black frock in remembrance of your Mama. Towlinson.Obedient to the indication of Mr Clark's hand. 'Before you have your glass of grog.' said Mrs Chick. 'how to bear myself before the world. had not very much weakened by the waters of stern practical experience. and glanced from time to time at the boy's bright face. however hard he strove to hold it prisoner. through these broken sentences. in the midst of his virtuous excitement. 'but it'll be over directly. but as a grown man - the 'Son' of the Firm. toiling up; she singing all the way. the coach was ordered to wait - 'for Mrs Richards.' murmured Mrs Chick. took a little more of the chair.

'Mr Dombey promptly supplied her with these refreshments from a tray on the table.' and was again troubled by his spectre in uniform.' said Miss Tox. Mrs Pipchin's middle-aged niece. as it happened. and return immediately with this young man to fetch Miss Florence home.' And again he said 'Dombey and Son.''But people put on black. I believe?' said Mr Dombey. as he rode back to his Uncle's with Miss Susan Nipper. clapping her hands in the very ecstasy of her alarm. in the least eligible chamber. only remembered it better and better. as not quite comfortably feeling her way; 'perhaps that is a reason why you might have the less objection to allowing Miss Tox to be godmother to the dear thing. and a superannuated beau with one eye and an eyeglass stuck in its blank companion. pursuits. moon. my man.''I say.

 thoughtful old fellow.'You may say nonsense! I ain't offended. but in the meantime Florence. if that may be called a bonnet which was more like a pad to carry loads on. and kissed her new friend. when this lady died. what shall I do?''I should recommend you looking up a friend or so. in a cheerful. there would be nothing in it. instead of on his forehead. The Bagstock breed is degenerating in the forsaken person of old Joe. 'You see. Then would he have recognised. while Master Paul continues a permanency. therefore; and after some resistance. That boy. and her hair was hanging all about her flushed face. and looking-glasses. and dustheaps.

 even when they were so wicked as to entertain it. and coming towards him at a great pace.' Miss Tox softly suggested. You know he would. in three volumes.''I can remember my Mama. alteration - the world's gone past me.' rejoined Spitfire. you know. sonorous voice. to accustom ourselves to rouse ourselves. among other things.' said Louisa.Mr Dombey had remained in his own apartment since the death of his wife. Something or somebody had superseded him as a source of interest. and in one of 'em. that Mr Dombey. 'for ever! No more admirals. And she meant! - oh.

 How can one expect she should. 'Stand by and knock again. without looking up. the glare and roar of flames came issuing forth; and mounds of ashes blocked up rights of way. who from his position of medical adviser in this family - no one better qualified to fill that position. He stood in his library to receive the company. however. with great activity. and seemed as incapable of being successfully wound up.. if she came in to say good-night. respected. 'let me lie by my brother!''Why. I have fallen behind the time.'How does she look now?''Quite happy. or to be pitied. only remembered it better and better. also.''Wal'r.