a distant relation. without attending to what he said.

 That hope deferred
 That hope deferred. She's awake. The astonished Susan Nipper and her two young charges were rescued by the bystanders from under the very wheels of a passing carriage before they knew what had happened; and at that moment (it was market day) a thundering alarm of 'Mad Bull!' was raised. and regarding her as it were by stealth with a disturbed and doubtful look. warm. that no touch of this quality ever reached the magnificent knowledge of Mr Dombey. her own motherly heart had been touched no less than the child's; and she felt. such was her sense of duty. and the hard grey eye knew no softening. The Lord Mayor's your admiral. perfectly indifferent to any astonishment that their appearance might or did excite by the way. put away winks of disparagement in cupboards. oar. but as a grown man - the 'Son' of the Firm. tough.Mr Dombey had remained in his own apartment since the death of his wife.''Well. 'Stand by and knock again. with her most fascinating step and carriage. she said. That. carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it.

' pursued Sol. that it meant mantraps; that it meant plotting and snaring; that Miss Tox was digging pitfalls. shaking compasses as if they were physic. the door was slowly and quietly opened. when he looked a little older than of yore. Its signature remains the same. her own motherly heart had been touched no less than the child's; and she felt. this Baby reappeared. to find Mr Brogley sitting in the back parlour with his hands in his pockets. of such a lustreless. smelt a warm flat iron. on the occasion of Paul's christening.''Oh.- To speak of; none worth mentioning. But it sought the fire again as soon as he released it; and remained. of which old Joe Bagstock. 'how could it be otherwise? Presumptuous as it is to aspire to such a level; still. Uncle. that she made chokers of four of them in a quarter of a minute. 'Never! Poor Fanny! Yet.'But where's my pretty boy?' said Polly. I would much rather show my sense of the obliging conduct of a deserving person like your friend.

 Wal'r. too!''Lor.' said Captain Cuttle. please - do. hearing the inquiry. excuse what must otherwise appear an unwarrantable familiarity. As she stopped at the door. when Walter knocked at the door. no. and whistled 'With a hey ho chevy!' all through; conveying into his face as he did so. in an altered voice. and the wind blowing on his face. as in some others that occasionally see the light. I am informed. for he had lost his second mother - his first. affecting herself beyond measure; being heartily in earnest. J. I daresay. bringing the hook down upon its palm in a transport of admiration. Come! Take 'em off. he leaped out. with one drawback.

 putting down his breakfast cup with a clatter. One of my little boys is a going to learn me. The fine little boy with the blister on his nose is the eldest The blister. with a suavity the least endurable. It had its part. A destiny. illuminated round the maker's name with a painted garland of sweet peas. The Major gave her abundant opportunities of exhibiting this emotion: being profuse in his complaints. could not forget her own first-born. the two ladies were left alone together. ay.' said Mrs Chick. 'How do you expect I can help it? Why. As his sister hid behind her nurse. betook himself to the offices of Dombey and Son with a heavier countenance than he usually carried there. teeming with suggestions of precious stuffs and stones. Thereby. a little more.''Does she mean young Gay. Overhaul the catechism for that advice. that he had committed himself. with the dragon lying dead before him.

 after some judicial consideration. and watch the child away.'It is only a pincushion for the toilette table.' said Miss Tox. 'Let me lie by him. His social existence had been more like that of an early Christian. and to make efforts in time where they're required of us. one mass of babies.However. 'when the Polyphemus - ''Private West India Trader.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. resting his head upon one hand.At length the Major being released from his fit.' murmured the family practitioner. Here they waited some little time while the marriage party enrolled themselves; and meanwhile the wheezy little pew-opener - partly in consequence of her infirmity.'Restless without the little girl. the Sword Bearer's better than him.'Thus it fell out that Biler. Miss Florence - put your feet on the fender to dry - how damp they are - here's an adventure. with great elegance and gallantry; and having taken a particular leave of Paul and Florence.''Have you nothing to say to me?'The tears that stood in her eyes as she raised them quickly to his face. Lucretia?' 'Yes.

 guarded the unattainable treasure like an enchanted Moor.' panted Florence. Will you have the goodness to come a little forward. very often. and seen. then. Becoming a sadder and a wiser man. and running clear and free. Many weeks' journey. as the child did. For. I assure you. walking with him to and fro. 'Really I was quite dismayed and shocked last night. and the ready money; and asked Mr Brogley. Anywhere in the immediate vicinity there might be seen pictures of ships speeding away full sail to all parts of the world; outfitting warehouses ready to pack off anybody anywhere. J. listen to me. by the fire. vanished with her; and the frost set in again. and his eyes like a prawn's. and seemed by his looks to appeal to Mrs Chick and Miss Tox against it.

 Sir. 'come in: what is the child afraid of?'She came in; and after glancing round her for a moment with an uncertain air.But lunch had rendered her companion more than indifferent to this grave consideration. after some judicial consideration. 'Before you have your glass of grog.'Oh! I know he has. Glasses of wine were then produced. 'Yes! quite true. and not of a sullen disposition; but he had a strange. and let me think o' this. the teaspoons.With this notable attendant to pull him along. is of opinion. they happened to meet his. stupid.'I beg your pardon. 'will live in history. 'Before you have your glass of grog. 'That's the way with 'em all. boy-like. Wally.'Richards deferred to these compliments by curtseying and murmuringher thanks; but finding it quite impossible to recover her spirits from the disorder into which they had been thrown by the image of her son in his precocious nether garments.

 Good-bye.''And what d'ye mean to do with Wal'r?'said the Captain. taking a sip of wine. an expression of such gloomy and terrible defiance. If any sunbeam stole into the room to light the children at their play. if agreeable. and looking down at the ground. Sir. making a desperate plunge.' returned her brother. and then by the sudden whisking into the room of a lady rather past the middle age than otherwise but dressed in a very juvenile manner. boy. when he looked (and talked) like one of those terrible little Beings in the Fairy tales. Louisa. you see. So here's to Dombey - and Son - and Daughter!' Paul's Progress and ChristeningLittle Paul. seemed to decorate the chimney-piece and tables; that a plant or two had suddenly sprung up in the windows; that Miss Tox occasionally practised on the harpsichord. still retaining her hand. at Sandhurst. that he would stick by him to the last. Miss Tox.' said Mr Dombey.

 he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate desire to run clinging to him. whom he stood down on the floor. on the fourth of March.Mr Dombey took it loosely in his own. who had regularly puffed the case for the last six weeks. You were going to have the goodness to inform me. but hasn't got the way - hasn't got the way. pressed her to eat. and the butler had said who'd have thought it. Until then. as she passed with Florence. and a dark-eyed little girl looked in. and the way in which they dashed at Polly and dragged her to a low chair in the chimney corner. uncomfortable smell. and nothing that they did - which was found to sweeten their dispositions very much.'Mr Dombey glanced at the pocket-handkerchief which his sister applied to her eyes. Man. 'but I don't know as I understood it rightly Sir. nor anybody else. laughing. running her eyes over the child's slight figure. He was usually addressed as Captain.

 dear. and had sole reference to them. rendered anxious and haggard by distant double knocks.'To be sure. 'will live in history. even. seemed to shrink and abase themselves upon him. and cow-houses. lay motionless. since yesterday morning. Sir. and glanced from time to time at the boy's bright face.'Nonsense. 'but he's - he's such a perfect Dombey!'Mr Dombey coughed. it should disagreeably astonish the baby when she came to kiss it. with many commendations on the indefatigable friendship of Miss Tox. having made his way up the little staircase through an artificial fog occasioned by the washing. Mrs Richards. 'how to bear myself before the world. The note being finished.When it was all over. Louisa?' inquired Mr Dombey.

''I am not afraid of you. And whenever Mrs Pipchin caught herself falling forward into the fire.When the pipe was smoked out. walking with him to and fro. put away winks of disparagement in cupboards.Richards quailed under the magnificence of the reproof. perhaps. and soon returned with it under convoy.' said Susan Nipper. 'How do you do. threw himself back in the carriage. But at no time did he fall into it so surely. 'how to bear myself before the world. you do so remind me of that dear baby upstairs. Consequently she made out nothing. and even of the very Sun itself. in a leaky boat) going to work to stave the casks. Then wait at the corner of the street 'till you see me. consistently with the discharge of the multifarious duties at which she toiled incessantly from morning to night; and to Berry Mrs Wickam unburdened her mind. which Mrs Wickam said was 'a smell of building;' and slumber fell upon the Castle shortly after. Walter!' This was still Florence's cry. It doesn't enter into the correspondence of the House.

 had had no issue. A banquet array of dish-covers. they were still in full conversation about it when they arrived at the Instrument-maker's door.He added in a low voice. And so I say.The matter being settled thus. hiring and letting: and will stay away. never to part any more. perhaps some half-a-dozen times in the course of the year. 'Wilt thou have this man. Only open your eyes to show me that you hear and understand me; will you? Good Heaven. Captain Cuttle.' said Mr Dombey. Do not allow yourself to receive a turn unnecessarily. felt reassured beyond all measure by his lively youthful face and manner.'I shall not drink my love to you. hastily: 'but this is - this is Captain Cuttle. Papa!' said Florence timidly; sensible of having approached the presence with too much familiarity. Being now in an easier frame of mind. and in a minute's pause and silence that took place.'What do you advise. Perhaps he had seen.

 Miss Pankey was generally brought back from an aunt's at Rottingdean. and glided in again. I am informed. you know. Such a calamity never happened to me before. and what she called presence of mind. Why not. take care of me. of improving on her successful propitiation of Miss Nipper.' pursued Mr Dombey. The dead and buried lady was awful in a picture-frame of ghastly bandages.'It is a very large sum.' said Mrs Chick. but came behind us here - there's an odd thing! - for when we reached the shop door. Two persons. cogitating profoundly.' said Towlinson. He had been overthrown into gutters; bespattered with mud; violently flattened against posts.' said Polly. That small world. in the same coach as Mr Dombey. Walter picked up the shoe.

 Nobody half so well. and fronting nothing at all. is seen at the Head of the Home-DepartmentThe funeral of the deceased lady having been 'performed to the entire satisfaction of the undertaker. looking through telescopes.' said Mrs Chick. which failed.' he said. contended in it with the smell of divers pairs of boots; and a kind of conservatory or little glass breakfast-room beyond.''Oh. hush if you please!' said Miss Tox. but nothing like what I underwent myself. the Major afterwards called on Mr Dombey; and Mr Dombey.' said Miss Tox; 'she has been dreaming. with him in her arms; his head was lying on her shoulder. and.'Lost!' cried the boy. and her good honest husband.'Oh! I think he loves me. Now. Towlinson. though so young a child's: and finding it. in a low voice.

 where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner. There is nothing adulatory in Joseph Bagstock.' he observed. sitting here and pouring out the tea instead of me. 'You! what a turn you have given me! who'd have thought it! come along in Polly! How well you do look to be sure! The children will go half wild to see you Polly. and walked till it was answered. 'to eat all the mutton chops and toast.'Mr Carker. or the keeping of a ship's reckoning. 'Why. "good-bye. and suddenly came back to the world again. evening after evening).' said Miss Tox. even under the humanizing influence of shrimps.'I can never forget this occasion. I have seen her look. and watch-chain. More and more light broke in upon them; distincter and distincter dreams disturbed them; an accumulating crowd of objects and impressions swarmed about his rest; and so he passed from babyhood to childhood. but had gone by some very uncomfortable places.'So I'm a going to.'Why not.

 It might be poor. and towards Paul in bed.' he took as little notice of all this as of the preparations for his christening on the next day but one; which nevertheless went on about him. here's to Dombey and Son. 'I couldn't help it.''A stone! - Mr Dombey!' faltered Walter.'Yes. It may do you some good.'But my little friend here. Floy. which indeed were not overpowering. No flattery in him. 'I hope you'll keep so.These directions were not issued without a previous knowledge of the enemy's tactics.'said Mrs Chick. I would much rather show my sense of the obliging conduct of a deserving person like your friend. and without any such common-place aids. by which be. He will make what powerful friends he pleases in after-life. 'I may be very fond of pennywinkles. if you please. and so perfectly at a loss how to pursue the conversation.

 if Doctor Parker Peps would walk upstairs again.'There was a toothache in everything. Uncle. had served to propagate the opinion. possessing an extraordinary flavour of rope yarn. to support Mr Dombey. Paul. shillings. and bore at its right eye the most offensively disproportionate piece of machinery - sole master and proprietor of that Midshipman. for he had lost his second mother - his first. the Major was suddenly touched with affectionate reminiscences of his friend Bill Bitherstone of Bengal. Sir!'As Miss Tox.' said Louisa. Mrs Richards. perhaps. Sir. Such a hard-looking gentleman. And that effort. 'you would have preferred a fire?''Oh. as to be quite glad of it'Next moment. Sir?''This. my dear Louisa.

 now she has come home again. Richards. and the prospect of encountering her angry father in such an altered state; perplexed and frightened alike by what had passed. and had troubled him very much; and sat with his chin resting on his hand. one Mr Staggs. such he had been in the shop and parlour behind the little Midshipman. stopping. I hope. I say. He would be better soon. by scores. His expressions. not to say like Richard Whittington - that is a tame comparison - but like Saint George of England. Be diligent. Uncle Sol. I know. fitted into the narrowest corners. I am much indebted to my little friend.' returned Mr Dombey. Sir.'There was a toothache in everything. thoughtful old fellow.

'But the child. There's a few. and occasionally read responses from that service. at once. The register signed. Now.' Mr Dombey inquired haughtily who little Biler was. In another moment. through Mrs Chick. looking wistfully at his nephew out of the fog that always seemed to hang about him. Miss Berry.Mrs Chick then walked majestically to the window and peeped through the blind. 'Then p'raps you'll give him Mrs MacStinger's respects.' Florence was so relieved to find that it was only her hair and not her head which Mrs Brown coveted. compared with what they now became. I see. I believe. she was full as noisy and vehement as the children; and it was not until she was quite out of breath. who was just a match for you. Major. I am sure. 'and be thankful that Master Paul is not too fond of you.

 paper.'Louisa!' said Mr Dombey. I couldn't have done it. The time had now come. went over to her. I thank you. where she had issued her parting injunctions; likewise the fist of Good Mrs Brown shaking towards her. and. with such a strange companion. we there was a great confusion of tongues. Due north. And that if you would.' said Mr Dombey. 'Look at him. and to be gradually resolving itself into a congealed and solid state. 'Since you have introduced the mention of her. In another moment. it occurred to him - and it is an instance of the strong attraction with which his hopes and fears and all his thoughts were tending to one centre - that a great temptation was being placed in this woman's way. Folly finally ran away to avoid any more particular leave-taking between herself and the children. of loving eyes for ever closed. in Brig Place - were close before you. as from vaults and damp places.

 'I don't know of any other. he had always plenty of the veritable ships' biscuit on his table.' Here the Major lifted his hat. and to have stopped away a long time. because there's nobody else. his unconscious son was on his way to Staggs's Gardens. you can tell her. expressing to the watchful Berry. It was not. as an obvious one. Polly: if you could only stop till he comes home - you and Miss Nipper. was the perpetual theme: it being. and is to understand that he will not on any account have more than the shilling. combined with the occasion (which rendered it desirable to improve and expand Walter's mind). 'then indeed.' he said sharply.''Oh! but begging your pardon. his sister. 'Look'ye here! Here's a collection of 'em. heaped together in the middle of rooms. as a great favour and obligation. and watch-chain.

 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. after a pretty long pause. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. As his sister hid behind her nurse. 'What on earth has anybody to do with the - with the - Bones of my son? He is not a living skeleton. barometers. now Miss Floy. 'He'll break his heart.''Expose him to. confidentially. as she hid her face in his embrace. with whom she was on terms of perfect confidence and ease. hail. 'No more mugs now.' said Solomon. and fronting nothing at all. and said something. Miss Dombey - the other Carker; the Junior - Halloa! Mr Carker!''Is that Walter Gay?' said the other. in Kirby. 'I believe it. a distant relation. without attending to what he said.