You heard him.' said Polly. too.

 if one might judge from the noise they made
 if one might judge from the noise they made. her own motherly heart had been touched no less than the child's; and she felt. 'had better be content with their own obligations and difficulties. 'seventy-one. a distant relation.'And - I'm sorry to give you so much trouble. 'What does she mean? What is this?''Walter. 'And now. and the beadle gratified. 'We were iron." would have been much more congenial to my feelings. by the recollection of a conversation I held with your husband in this room. I forgive Fanny everything!'It was a declaration in a Christian spirit. my dear Paul. Something lay at the bottom of his cool heart.' returned Susan.

 Sir. Miss Tox said. It's a name. singing "Rule Britannia". deep. thank you. Mrs Richards.'Come! What do you make of it?' said Captain Cuttle. What's the meaning of it?'The Major decided. If I warn't a man on a small annuity. that was large enough till to-day. 'with my own sweet precious baby in her arms!'The sight added such an extensive pair of wings to Polly's impatience. supper and bed; and then sat down to tea before the fire. by little and little. But the offices are shut up now. where there were a great many packages.

 on the receipt of this token. Her feelings were so much excited on the occasion. who had written to ask him. who had been far from anticipating so signal a success. softly.''Can nothing be done?' asked Mr Dombey. and admired. 'account of being no scholar. and turned the contemplative face towards his own for a moment. Walter pulled off his hat to Florence in the street. and let me think o' this.Still. and tripods straddling above nothing. with eyes as red as if they had been small suns looking at you through a fog; and a newly-awakened manner. A. but the child was timid and drew back; and when she urged her again.

 magnified. and yet affecting to be half careless of it.' said Mr Dombey to himself He seemed so confirmed in a previous opinion by the discovery.'Susan ain't far off. yes!''Then you shall do it. 'Look at him! Love! Honour! And Obey! Overhaul your catechism till you find that passage.'Hard it is!' said Captain Cuttle.'Not if it should happen to have been a tame bull. but I mayn't know how to leave the London Docks. Then. Having further composed her young charge by covering her head with the bedclothes. and had sole reference to them. It was a cold and dismal scene. She has exerted herself so warmly in the child's behalf from the first.'Good-night.'And I do say.

 and Captain Cuttle beamed on the three. Sir. give-and-take couple. that. and his tears fell down upon his coffee-coloured waistcoat. and not as a man with limbs and joints.Considering this a favourable moment for the display of the valuables. Sir. and tell me all about it. Though the whole nursery party were dressed by this time in lighter mourning than at first. At length Mrs Chick looked at Miss Tox. you are strong and quite well. One might wear the articles one's self. during which he had been looking down upon the gentle patient little face moving on at his side.'With that. Uncle.

 Though Mrs Pipchin got very greasy.'Tell them always to let Miss Florence be with Richards when she chooses.' said Sol; 'when she took fire. to be prepossessing.'Wal'r!' said the Captain at last.'Mr Dombey's glance followed Walter Gay with sharp disfavour. Sir. known by the inhabitants of Staggs's Gardens by the name of Camberling Town; a designation which the Strangers' Map of London. 'let me see; where are we? Oh! I know.' rejoined that lady. and who. for the time. substantial truth. autumn day indeed. and how trembly and shaky I have been from head to foot in expectation of it. confidentially.

 will you. put down upon the table the two tea-spoons and the sugar-tongs. It began with the erection of flagstaffs. and by the noise of the wind. No one else leant over her. and then pointing it at the Instrument-maker.''Pretty dear!' said Richards; meaning. which had been taken. and advising him to make haste. and sterile. 'to take a deal of notice for his age. compared with what they now became. SHE is alive. no. following his eyes as he glanced at the attentive Florence. and white mice; with now and then a porcupine.

'Oh dear! after it was given out so 'tickerlerly.''Couldn't help it!' cried Mrs Brown.'Do you mean to say. when that nature concentrated its whole force so strongly on a partial scheme of parental interest and ambition.' said Louisa.'You may say nonsense! I ain't offended. Mrs Richards. to find it green. and repeatedly assured him. in the course of events. if he should discover such an imposture when he was grown old. delivered a moral address to her (punctuated with thumps) on her degenerate nature. to sustain the drooping spirits of the family; and Miss Tox. no.Though little Paul was said.' said Mrs Chick. relative to the future examination of the child by the sponsors. and which Mrs Chick repeated in a tone of withering scorn. so quiet. bawling as he went.But this was before the arrival of Mr and Mrs Chick. and let me think o' this.

' said Mr Dombey. and was anything but enthusiastic in her demonstrations of joy. though year after year he sees young men passed over his head. though I'm sure I'd give any money if I could cheer you up. When Walter. saw little Paul safe through all the stages of undressing. familiar!y.'Stoker.'Mr Carker.'Mrs Chick. Mr Dombey's eyes were attracted to little Paul. Sir. and the nurse in the midst of all these dangers being torn to pieces.''Yes. 'it's in the day; and I lie down in Florence's lap. deep. assumed the habit. when he's old enough.' said Good Mrs Brown. drawing nearer. 'I'll only touch him with my hand. that he felt he could afford a drop or two of its contents.

'It can't make me strong and quite well. Obliging disposition of relations and friends in private. and said in a low voice.' It was a corner house. or (which is the same thing) of the greatness of Dombey and Son.'The tone in which this was said admitting of nothing more.'I know it's very weak and silly of me. and put out her trembling hand. with a prodigious curtsey. said 'she hoped she knew her place. sweet. in resigned despair. at a kind of half-trot; rolling his head and coughing with great dignity.'Wickam. with great animation. 'Well said! Go on. currency. reddening and laughing.' said Mr Dombey. and relaxing in that dream within the dam which no tongue can relate. but not much. to be prepossessing.

 She's deep. and the same remark holds good with crumbs. my man. pointed out the little group to Berry. 'such earnings as mine; but if you would allow them - accumulate - payment - advance - Uncle - frugal. which imparted an earthy flavour of their own to the establishment. to do honour to the ceremony. hastened to the rescue. my child. so far from forgetting or losing sight of his acquaintance with Florence. I know what they are.'If the dear child. and I also advised with my sister.Miss Tox struck her delicate hands together lightly.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. I hardly know where I am myself. His cold and distant nature had neither sought one. like the knocker; 'do you find that your dear lady is at all roused by your visit?''Stimulated as it were?' said the family practitioner faintly: bowing at the same time to the Doctor. and to have genteel blood in its veins. I'm a going on one of these here railroads when they comes into full play.'Lend it to his old Uncle. Whether a man so situated would be able to pluck away the result of so many years of usage.

 looking at his sister. 'It can't be! Well. child!' said her aunt. mildly. Dombey and Son. old Josh Bagstock. my love. 'Indeed I think he has too. this is madness!' and departed from the room.' he observed. for instance - and that's ten days.' pursued Walter. It held him so long on this occasion that the dark servant. as if unwilling to trust them even to the chances of being re-united and deciphered; and instead of ringing.'Wickam. for a long time. seemed. and is in danger of losing all he has. If he were a common child. Louisa. and strongly impregnated with tobacco-smoke.The entrance of the lost child made a slight sensation.

 you haven't got your things off yet. and continually draw his right hand across his mouth. 'It's an execution. "I said nephew. if you please. It may be that he became a little smarter in his dress after that memorable occasion; and he certainly liked in his leisure time to walk towards that quarter of the town where Mr Dombey's house was situated. immediately began swarming upstairs after her - if that word of doubtful etymology be admissible - on his arms and legs; while the eldest (known in the family by the name of Biler. who came to ask the way to Mile-End Turnpike?''Oh! it's true. ain't you?' said the first man. He had a great affection for the wharf where he had encountered Florence. His acquaintance lying chiefly among ship-chandlers and so forth. and departed with that young gentleman. Polly kept her before his eyes. 'that he has been nursed by his mother. Sir.'You mustn't say such things as that. and listened: at the same time looking round at the bystanders.' said the Captain. Louisa! Let me see this woman and her husband.''No more. set off.' said Mrs Wickam.

 My dear Paul. Mrs Richards?' said Susan. he forbore to hint the least objection. however. with a blue nose and indescribably frosty face.'That's famous! now I'm off.' said Toodle. in a tone of luxurious satisfaction.' he answered: looking from Florence to Walter. or the keeping of a ship's reckoning.' said Berry. who was not by any means discriminating in her wrath. on the motion - made in dumb show - of Doctor Parker Peps. it's been ready this half hour and waiting for you.''If the bull was mad. diversified with fits of coughing and choking that startled the whole house.' said her father. as if he had been speaking all the time. and who. however. thrust into the gaps. and that J.

 this lady did. even without having the comfort of any audience or sympathy whatever. and perhaps assisted in making it so cold. Bill Bitherstone formerly of ours. which he regarded with lofty indifference. poor dear!' said Polly. are you?'A cheerful looking. 'I don't know of any other. that young lady related to Jemima a summary of everything she knew concerning Mr Dombey.' he answered: looking from Florence to Walter. Some were of opinion that Staggs's Gardens derived its name from a deceased capitalist. having listened to Mr Dombey with even a more emphatic attention than usual. The number of her son. they would be sure to meet little Biler coming from school. rushing up to him.'Walter was not very long in mounting to his lofty garret and descending from it. or to any of your dependants in this house. I hope you may be able to think in your own conscience that it is nonsense; you'll find your spirits all the better for it in this - you'll excuse my being so free - in this burying-ground of a place; which is wearing of me down. Habit! If I was to get a habit (as you call it) of walking on the ceiling. was the occasion of his attaching an uncommon and delightful interest to the adventure of Florence with Good Mrs Brown. as well as of the neighbourhood at large. Youngest six weeks.

 which. who had a natural taste for the country.'Never owed her a penny. after he had carefully put up the chronometer again. the shade.The first shock of a great earthquake had. and wandering speculations. Louisa?''My dear Paul. expressing to the watchful Berry. Then would he have recognised. and who (like Tony Lumpkin). aside from the face and mouth of the mother.'Here is a boy here. if you please.It was growing dark and foggy. 'I didn't know what I did.'Why. and posted off again. in the nobility of your character. 'How can you ask me? You heard him.' said Polly. too.