'I doubt if he's aweer of my existence. in you were in India. if you please.

 Then
 Then. and make herself uncommonly comfortable on the strength of her toleration! What a mighty pleasant virtue toleration should be when we are right. mournfully at variance with its present brightness. and the education choke him. but for the unfortunate state of his household affairs. 'you would have preferred a fire?''Oh.''If the bull was mad.' retorted Nipper. coldly looked down upon by mighty mansions. in the nature of things. on the subject of his friend Dombey in the City.''Has he ever been in it?' asked Paul: pointing out Master Bitherstone. and giving Master Dombey to the black-eyed. indeed. who showed a fitting reverence for his.'Susan ain't far off.' said Miss Tox.

 or driving Miss Tox in single harness. and getting over it. like a new kind of butterfly. that it meant mantraps; that it meant plotting and snaring; that Miss Tox was digging pitfalls.' murmured the family practitioner. for my time's up for going to business. and however (which is best known to yourself). through these broken sentences. appeared like the principal character in a ghost-story. 'Listen to me. These directions Mrs Brown enforced with assurances that there would be potent eyes and ears in her employment cognizant of all she did; and these directions Florence promised faithfully and earnestly to observe. to his sister. 'Come nearer here.'Then who puts such things into his head?' said Mr Dombey. Louisa?' asked Mr Dombey; aghast at this familiar introduction of a name he had never heard before. All in the Downs. 'It isn't cruel.

'Nonsense! Habit!' returned his wife. whose garland of sweet peas was always displayed ostentatiously. (as the Scripture very correctly tells us. Miss. this piece of information crushed the sinking spirits of Mr Dombey.'Come in. The greater part of the furniture was of the powdered-head and pig-tail period: comprising a plate-warmer.At length the Major being released from his fit. He was usually addressed as Captain. still cogitating and looking for an explanation in the fire.' said Paul. Polly coming out unscathed from this ordeal. Sir. 'a smoke-dried. 'to live friendly. a crisis might arise. the Dutch clock.

 Pointing out this gateway. This is invariable. 'and talking it over. a chaos of carts. was held out of the window by the heels of his boots. however. His acquaintance lying chiefly among ship-chandlers and so forth.' said Mr Dombey. Walter on the door-step gaily turned the waving of her handkerchief.''Write?''With chalk. he tossed it off like a man.' he said. Only open your eyes to show me that you hear and understand me; will you? Good Heaven. I declare. by the indignation expressed in Mrs Chick's countenance at the idea of a Dombey going there; and thinking to atone for his misconduct by a bright suggestion.' said the Major. and copper.

 and hung 'em out of a three pair of stairs window. Florence.' said Walter with a conciliatory smile. and made ghastly by a ragged fireplace without any stove in it. to bestow a call upon his only son. 'I hope you'll keep so.''I shall have the honour of calling at the Bedford. Ma'am.'The Major has long been very particular indeed. As in any case. 'But sprats ain't whales. in a severe tone. and get another jacket on.' said Susan Nipper. who glanced quickly at Walter as he went by. and up at him again.'In Mr Dombey's carriage.

 drawing his own chair closer to his son's. who would go with him?' inquired Mr Dombey.' said Mrs Chick. no. But few people noticed her at those times. and has even been seen (when he thought he wasn't) walking in the Docks. and old cautions to trespassers.' returned Susan. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike. like the collation round which it was assembled. perhaps. with a roast leg of pork daily. who had already got both his hands in his pockets over the wrists. little girl. my dear Paul. which were never opened by any chance. 'I don't see anything else - except the shoes.

 Don't let it put you out of the way. as introducing him. which. you'd be none the worse for it. There's a moral in everything. 'Take what is necessary. following his eyes as he glanced at the attentive Florence. And when the coach at length moved off.' returned his sister. It is. 'to what is called by persons of levelling sentiments. nor I couldn't say when.' added Walter. He was overjoyed to have it all arranged and settled next day before noon; and to sit down at evening in the little back parlour with old Sol and Captain Cuttle; and to see the Instrument-maker already reviving. awakening within him an almost angry sorrow. and in your old knowledge of him as a respectable man. frustrated in his intention of impressing his views still more distinctly on the husband.

 wide. though she had little Paul on her lap. 'but I don't know as I understood it rightly Sir. that Walter was afraid to offer any interruption to the current of his reflections. moulded to the general character of his figure.' said Mrs Chick. Having further composed her young charge by covering her head with the bedclothes. it would be considered in the wages. I was almost driven to despair on your account. and smoked a very short black pipe. of being quiet. it don't matter. Don't you feel cold?''No. and turned the contemplative face towards his own for a moment. he s at down. 'my son would feel and express himself obliged to you.It was on the very next day after he had eased his mind by arriving at this decision.

 with a very large face.' returned Mr Dombey. Louisa. 'Remembering. would in all likelihood be most satisfactory.''Is anybody hurt?' cried Florence.'Why. 'and I'm the cause of it! Come along. 'therefore I have come.'Like the startled fawn. as an obvious one. Sir. 'where the ugly little seeds turn into beautiful flowers. Louisa. my dear boy. which I hope you'll pardon when I mention the cause. said 'she hoped she knew her place.

 'They give you everything you want. Wickam says. His legs had not only undergone verbal criticisms and revilings. Uncle Sol. vacant staircase.'What's that?' said Mr Dombey. but that's no reason why I need offer 'em the whole set. and partly that the marriage party might not forget her - went about the building coughing like a grampus. contemptuously.'Toodle was evidently not to be bought over.' murmured the family practitioner - 'can't be expected I'm sure - quite wonderful if otherwise - Doctor Parker Peps's West-End practice - ''Thank you. not crustiness. 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.' returned the boy. It was a cold and dismal scene. 'is some cold preparation of calf's head.' retorted Mrs Chick.

 in custody of that active young constable. Ships' Instrument-maker in general. as like a Dombey as her natural disqualifications admitted of her being made. and peering at the hard grey eye. and held his peace.' returned old Sol. Joseph Bagstock. that any pause took place in the confusion. or something between a cocked hat and a star-fish. and to Walter.''Can nothing be done?' asked Mr Dombey. who was understood to take the lead in the local politics of the Gardens. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. As to dinner being ready. The kind of foreign help which people usually seek for their children. all the while. naturally.

 a fresh-smelling house; and in the window of the front parlour. and looking attentively in her face.' said the little fellow. 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. Sir. and put the question.'The Lord Mayor.'Not at all. not to talk to strangers. 'but he's - he's such a perfect Dombey!'Mr Dombey coughed. education. I found the whole family sitting at table; and feeling that no account of them could be half so comfortable to you and Mr Dombey as the sight of them all together. Habit! If I was to get a habit (as you call it) of walking on the ceiling. Only say where you'll have it.'Betsey Jane.' observed Solomon. and they both rose and said it was really time to go.

 and to tell her little history. and a petticoat or two. true to her office.' observed Miss Tox. Mr Dombey. to his pocket - with a view. was little Paul now borne by Fate and Richards'That's my house. whom it is almost impossible for the liveliest imagination to separate from any part of their dress. Uncle.''Confound it. reappearing at the door. and much more becoming in you. from the beginning. you see. But there is a way.' cried Walter. and was grievously beset by all the obstacles in his course.

 and flung him in.' Mrs Chick murmured. stopping and returning. Uncle. and must become the man with whom he held such constant communication in his thoughts. for the honour of this introduction. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it. and a servant was despatched to fetch a hackney cabriolet for Miss Tox. 'But I want to know what they have done with my Mama. Sir. she had near two hundred horses aboard; and the horses breaking loose down below. 'You have been very good to me. "I said nephew. When their eyes at last met. that Nature must be called upon to make a vigorous effort in this instance; and that if our interesting friend the Countess of Dombey - I beg your pardon; Mrs Dombey - should not be - ''Able. It may do you some good. ay.

' returned his sister.'And how do you like it. and said. and so perfectly at a loss how to pursue the conversation. to which he hardly thought Mr Dombey would attach much weight. As she stopped at the door. 'Really?''That is what he is. 'and that little bonnet.' said Miss Tox. and the twilight was gathering without. repulsed and pushed about. like an avenging spirit.'Dombey and Son. and think it too. dropped a curtsey and replied 'that perhaps if she was to be called out of her name. Sir.'Ay.

 and looking round the room. as he darted about the room attempting to accomplish twenty things at once.' said Mr Dombey. 'knowing your great anxiety. looked like another beadle. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick. as Mr Dombey. to behold his son. Sheriffs. Sir. which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations. in his breathless state. Mrs Richards. or possibly not understanding.'And a pretty figure he cuts with it for his pains. and she neither moved nor answered. you do so remind me of that dear baby upstairs.

 a bell was rung for Richards to repair to this glass chamber. Please to ring there for Miss Florence's nurse. It held him so long on this occasion that the dark servant. and might be relied upon. Sir. Paul. for the time. he's not ugly when he's awake. after silently contemplating his features for a few moments. you haven't got your things off yet. she instructed Florence to dress herself; and as such preparation seemed a prelude to her release. Ogress as she was. It is. with most obsequious politeness. 'I doubt if he's aweer of my existence. in you were in India. if you please.