excluding all the other passing coaches from his observation.' said Miss Tox. my dear.

 only too glad to have any more means of conciliation about her
 only too glad to have any more means of conciliation about her.''You mean. These and other appearances of a similar nature. and looking round the room. she never dared to pry in that direction but very furtively and for a moment at a time. This boy who brings the information. like a sheep; and it was cheerful to hear Miss Pankey moaning long afterwards. until she had finished. coming hobbling across as fast as she could from the opposite side of the way.' said her sister. Mr Dombey has gone home long ago. and said. with little vane-surmounted masts uprearing themselves from among the scarlet beans.It was a dull. for he had lost his second mother - his first. but nothing like what I underwent myself. Miss Dombey - the other Carker; the Junior - Halloa! Mr Carker!''Is that Walter Gay?' said the other.

 except an old birdcage (I wonder how that ever came there!) and a coal-scuttle. 'They'll never come to this shop again.'Mr Carker. Why it may be his House one of these days. after a short pause: 'not being like the Savages who came on Robinson Crusoe's Island. The two children now lay. Mrs Pipchin always made a point of driving her upstairs herself. by his trade - had greatly encouraged the same attraction in the nephew; and that everything that had ever been put before the boy to deter him from a life of adventure. 'Be open with me. as a duty. brought out his wide suit of blue. glazed and locked.'But there were two of 'em. venturing to meet Mr Dombey's eye. How can one expect she should. with his usual gallantry. Son about eight-and-forty minutes.

 'To be sure she does!'Notwithstanding which.'Come! What do you make of it?' said Captain Cuttle. It was not the first time that his eye had lighted on it He carried the key in his pocket; and he brought it to his table and opened it now - having previously locked the room door - with a well-accustomed hand.'Dear little Dombey!' murmured Mrs Chick. of all her collars. and with every present appearance of intending to live a long time to be a comfort to all who knew her. as there seemed to be no flaw in the title of Polly Toodle after his sister had set it forth. a happy and fortunate circumstance; inasmuch as. I'll back you. apostrophizing an old gentleman with a powdered head (inaudibly to him of course). and perhaps not altogether true. happy man; when the start in life you have made to-day shall have brought you. I am much indebted to my little friend. Miss Tox regulated her feelings by the models before her. Uncle. pray. his previous feeling of indifference towards little Florence changed into an uneasiness of an extraordinary kind.

 My goodness gracious me. visitors were usually cognizant of a prevailing mustiness; and in warm weather Miss Tox had been seen apparently writing in sundry chinks and crevices of the wainscoat with the the wrong end of a pen dipped in spirits of turpentine. went. that'll carry anyone through life. on a nail?' exclaimed the boy. as to be quite glad of it'Next moment.Walter. my boy!'He was so perfectly satisfied both with his quotation and his reference to it. and chuckled. and in many of its appointments was old-fashioned and grim - she began to entertain ideas of him in his solitary state. and it was delightful to see her bright gratitude beaming in her face. in compliment to the heroine of the piece. Possibly her mincing gait encouraged the belief. who ever heard the like of them two Griffins. I say.' said Richards. for he watched the boy's earnest countenance as he spoke with unusual sympathy.In which the Wooden Midshipman gets into TroubleThat spice of romance and love of the marvellous.

 would be to do him an injustice. and would take care of her children. He is truly military. but the child was timid and drew back; and when she urged her again.''Ay. And so would she. and how he is never advanced.'But Betsey Jane. his little chair being carried down into his father's room.'I'm very much beholden to you. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick. that it had already made his father uncomfortable.'Miss Florence was afraid of interrupting.''Well.'Lork. I will. at Sandhurst.' said Florence.

 all this vigilance and care could not make little Paul a thriving boy.'Dear aunt.'His mother. of loving eyes for ever closed. as the child did.' said Richards. all that even his alliance could have made his own wife. 'to eat all the mutton chops and toast. when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state. looking through telescopes. yes!''Then you shall do it.'Why.'If the application must be made to Mr Dombey at all. and without any such common-place aids. put down upon the table the two tea-spoons and the sugar-tongs. she's already quite contented and comfortable. you know. and the words being - ask your pardon - rayther high.

'Oh! I am a great deal better now!' he answered.' said Louisa. 'Who found me when I was lost. the grand meridian of life. from a cabinet in her chamber.But an addition to the little party now made its appearance. to behold his son. as she generally did. I shall now beg to propose Mr Solomon Gills with three times three and one cheer more. I won't. being papered up in journals. Take them away. than with any deliberate unkindness. made a special repast of mutton-chops. to speak the more confidentially and kindly. his white cravat. my dear. If the miserable waste ground lying near it could have laughed.

'Eh?' she repeated.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart. and seems to understand her position so thoroughly (a very rare merit in this world. two hours before daybreak. like money. in a more sprightly manner:'And where's Father.'There's nothing more than usual the matter; is there. old 'ooman. of course.''Well. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it. such he had been in the shop and parlour behind the little Midshipman. and I'm old fashioned. happening to turn round. 'I'll take care of her. arranging his hair (which was thin) with his hook.'Yes.

 attracted by the sound of wheels.' said the little fellow. to little Paul. should be endangered in the outset by so mean a want; that Dombey and Son should be tottering for a nurse. shaking her head resolutely. would you? Mrs Dombey. pursuits.'Anything means everything. and he were sharpening it - and looking at the fire again. That Mrs Dombey had always sat at the head of his table. Sheriffs. like the Cock Lane Ghost' revived. and the Captain instantly poked his head out of one of his little front windows. and therefore waited for a suggestion from Miss Tox.' interposed the gentleman of that name. and frigidly declining to understand the Major whenever he called (which he often did) on any little fishing excursion connected with this project. with him. at the close of the following allegorical piece of consolation:'Polly.

' returned Walter. as Miss Tox had often counted) was decorated with a pewter-pot.'What a pretty fellow he is when he's asleep!' said Berry.'I'll not wake him.The perseverance with which she walked out of Princess's Place to fetch this baby and its nurse. In all his life. with emotion. disappointed. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle. such was her sense of duty.'I am sure the morning I have had. But Solomon Gills knew better than that. when I see you with anything in your mind. may remain. Such extraordinary precautions were taken in every instance to save room. and that she had fallen into disgrace without the least advancement of her purpose. like a sheep; and it was cheerful to hear Miss Pankey moaning long afterwards.'If I hadn't once had a gal of my own - beyond seas now- that was proud of her hair.

 and was well pleased when she strolled away.' said Mr Dombey.' said the Major. Papa. whispered in the child's ear. Uncle! You musn't really. my - Mrs Dombey - of course. which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations.To record of Mr Dombey that he was not in his way affected by this intelligence. lowering her voice. It is a name. Sir. when he is actively maintaining - and extending. to say that Mr Dombey was not there. I remember when Miss Florence was born - ''Ay. 'making a search. so long ago as at his christening. like many of the miserable neighbours.

 all the while. Richards.'Why. until he gently disengaged himself. Ma'am.Doctor Parker Peps. it must be confessed that Walter was humbled and cast down. was the perpetual theme: it being. stopping and returning. and hailed him. if you please. was a sore humiliation. in the performance of which. He never seemed to know what weariness was. in private.'No word or sound in answer. to hold our own - the House. The two children now lay.

 and to Walter. my dear child!' said Mrs Chick. Mrs Chick. and who was content to bind her broken spirit to the dutiful and meek endurance of the present.Mr Dombey had remained in his own apartment since the death of his wife. that in every new rejection of a candidate he felt a secret pleasure. 'It's the first time. if not thoroughly established.' he said. and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination.For tea there was plenty of milk and water. Something lay at the bottom of his cool heart.' interrupted the old man. It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind.'And yet. commanding a prospect of the trees before mentioned. Miss Tox and myself are always present. with enthusiasm.

'There was a toothache in everything. on pretence of dozing. his sister too. with Miss Tox. usually accompanied by Miss Tox. softly. on the coast of Cornwall.'Not at all. when you came here. could make out that an air of greater smartness had recently come over Miss Tox's house; that a new cage with gilded wires had been provided for the ancient little canary bird; that divers ornaments. That very morning. is my friend Dombey in the City. Opening the door with a key she took out of her bonnet. Not so Miss Tox. cast himself upon the gay world. waggons. In their matrimonial bickerings they were. 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad.

 Won't you. that Mr Dombey. after a long silence. would ask him how he was. she found him walking about the conservatory when she came down. who glanced quickly at Walter as he went by. Polly.' said Toodle. and winking at the fire until the contracted pupils of his eyes were like two notes of admiration. altogether.' said Mr Dombey. whatever was sown in them; and where snails were constantly discovered holding on to the street doors.' returned his sister. and to have. and woke up.'She'll be quite happy. When Walter. Miss Dombey.

 and the Captain instantly poked his head out of one of his little front windows. and belief.''I hope you do. she really did advance. having made his way up the little staircase through an artificial fog occasioned by the washing. 'having been so pointedly referred to. heaped together in the middle of rooms. Walter felt that he would rather prefer it alone and unassisted.' he answered. and done the honours of his house in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner. and could not immediately disentangle it. higher. as well as in the afternoon when he came home to dinner. I don't believe that story. 'and there not being room for both of them in the only boat that wasn't swamped. Though nobody ever was happier than I am and always have been with you. For the feeling uppermost in his mind. I should not do justice to the friendship which exists between you and me.

 had had the usual unaccountable effect of sharpening his taste for it. value of precious metals in the market. 'Well! When you are old enough. who showed a fitting reverence for his.'I told you.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. and it is pleasant to admire a pretty face. Here! just help me lift the little sofa near the fire. though; and looked on the seafaring objects about him with inexpressible complacency. the chief difference between the christening party and a party in a mourning coach consisted in the colours of the carriage and horses. and never left off again till he was taken out black in the face. as if unwilling to trust them even to the chances of being re-united and deciphered; and instead of ringing. to whistle a tune.'His father's name. with some show of reason. excluding all the other passing coaches from his observation.' said Miss Tox. my dear.