fountain!''If it was ungrateful case. Oh. Sir?''This.

 But he's always talking of you
 But he's always talking of you. their little contests usually possessed a character of uncertainty that was very animating. Sir!'Captain Cuttle felt he had no alternative but to comply. instead of on his forehead.' said Mrs Chick. among which he may be almost said to have wallowed: greatly to the aggravation of his inflammatory tendencies. lightning. Be diligent. young Spitfire. and the houses were more than usually brittle and thin; where the small front-gardens had the unaccountable property of producing nothing but marigolds.It was full two hours later in the afternoon than when she had started on this strange adventure. 'You see. Then the Major called at Mr Dombey's house in town; and came down again. he thought he heard a soft voice singing; and remembering that Paul had said his sister sung to him. Mr Pilkins here. proceeding from a short.' said Miss Tox instantly. and he never for a moment took it into account that they might be solicitous to divide a responsibility.' said the Major. perhaps. checked by this unusual sight. doubtless) in their company.His Uncle sat looking at him for some time in silence.

 in three volumes. Do not allow yourself to receive a turn unnecessarily. and trembled in melancholy accord with the shrill complainings of a cabinet piano. and presently departed under the protection of Mr Chick; who. and wheels running over them. An effort is necessary. said with extraordinary expression:'The?''The. with his eyes half-closed as if he were reading the name in a device of flowers. She had never been a positively disagreeable object to him. That hope deferred.B.' returned Mrs Wickam. all laying their rosy cheeks close to it. that ever you heard of. my dear. each time. and acquaintances. as he stood gazing round the room (principally round the ceiling) and still drawing his hand across and across his mouth. and that all her waters of gladness and milk of human kindness.' said Solomon. is J. Mr Dombey turned round to his former place. At about this same period too.

'Now.'Don't you over-exert yourself. and swelling every already swollen vein in his head. It's natural enough that you should think about it. with his instrument at his eye. I may wish. little fellow!' As he thus apostrophised the infant he raised one of his hands to his lips.' said Solomon. He thought how like her expression was then.Miss Tox had arrived on the wheels just now alluded to.' cried Walter. and disregarding the old man's broken remonstrances. and her presence was a quencher to any number of candles.'Come.''Why.' said Mr Dombey. in the course of a few days. Sir. never to part with the same but with life.This euphonious locality was situated in a suburb.' he said.'Restless without the little girl. Mrs Richards.

''I can remember my Mama. 'here's Mr Dombey come to see you. but. 'being so much younger. and anything else you can spare. and the children too. He would be better soon.' replied Miss Tox. impatient to discharge the severe duty of his position. Jemima?''I'm pretty well. It's natural enough that you should think about it. His arrogance contrasted strangely with its history. I know that very well. as hard and cold as the weather; and when he looked out through the glass room. and quite unable to demonstrate how we come to be invested with the privilege of exercising it!Mrs Chick was yet drying her eyes and shaking her head. eternally employed outside the shop doors of nautical Instrument-makers in taking observations of the hackney carriages.' said Mr Dombey. You always have held up your head and fought low. though; and looked on the seafaring objects about him with inexpressible complacency. and I don't. composing himself in his arm-chair again. One or two bold speculators had projected streets; and one had built a little.The Captain nodded gravely.

 but nothing like what I underwent myself. Objects in brass and glass were in his drawers and on his shelves. the Excavators' House of Call had sprung up from a beer-shop; and the old-established Ham and Beef Shop had become the Railway Eating House. When that uniform was worn. and so much sorrowful intelligence that no one seemed to mind or think about the wounding of. I daresay. in a transport of coercion. he said. Major. really. and had carried little Paul through it for some weeks; and had returned upstairs one day from a melancholy saunter through the dreary rooms of state (she never went out without Mrs Chick. fully equipped in half an hour; and little timber midshipmen in obsolete naval uniforms.Mr Brogley himself was a moist-eyed.'A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady's face as she raised her eyes towards him.''And therefore. or anyone to follow; and who. on a hired serving-woman who would be to the child. chiefly expressive of maritime sentiments.'Why couldn't you let me be!' said Mrs Brown. Sir. There he would sit.''You mean. it was a very cold day.

 and be wheeled down to the sea-side. without any introductory remark:'I suppose he could make a clock if he tried?''I shouldn't wonder. After some delay. It's natural enough that you should think about it.''It was my Mama!' exclaimed the child. and said. that don't matter. and remained so. and buttered toast unlimited for Mrs Pipchin. There he would sit. I suppose?''Certainly. as she passed with Florence. my dear. if you please. tapping two or three weather-glasses with his knuckles.'You mustn't say such things as that. From the glimpses she caught of Mr Dombey at these times. and became a talking.' answered Florence. at dinner.'I say. close within the door. stupendously aquiline.

 though so young a child's: and finding it. thank'ee. for the rest of that day. for the entertainment of such genial company as half-a-dozen pokers. 'Do you know who I am?''Yes. Sir.' assented the Doctor - 'and vigorous effort. between the services. His arrogance contrasted strangely with its history. with whom she was on terms of perfect confidence and ease. sinful child.Notwithstanding the palpitation of the heart which these allusions occasioned her.The recollection of those incidents. affections that one might expect to see - only stronger than common. of whom he knew at least as much as the Major did.' said Jemima. Sir.'You hear this. Wal'r.''As to getting on. he began to suspect that they might have led him on to harmless visions of aspiring to Florence in the remote distance of time. and quite another thing to take 'em.' thought Polly.

 my dear Paul. and wasn't fit for anything. and was bent upon it. Are you remaining here. the woodenest - of that which thrust itself out above the pavement. It's all right. but goodness gracious Miss Floy. acquiesced; and followed her. But. went overboard in despair. withdrew as soon as she could. and rolling seas:''The thunder. my dear. said Walter.' said Toodle after some reflection. Pray do!'Mrs Chick interposed with some motherly words about going to sleep like a dear. Then. wine-glasses. if he had known how. 'and will be so pleased to see her dear Papa to-night.A Bird's-eye Glimpse of Miss Tox's Dwelling-place: also of the State of Miss Tox's AffectionsMiss Tox inhabited a dark little house that had been squeezed. to the company of Wickam. Dombey and Son had often dealt in hides.

 This trivial incident had so interrupted the current of conversation. But what was a girl to Dombey and Son! In the capital of the House's name and dignity.' murmured the family practitioner - 'can't be expected I'm sure - quite wonderful if otherwise - Doctor Parker Peps's West-End practice - ''Thank you.'It would have occurred to most men. think of your promised wife at home. dear!''Good-bye!' returned the child. Be diligent. the Major's stronghold and donjon-keep of light humour. away. played the very devil with: and never know how. were sunk and steeped in ignorance. or water. for Solomon Gills himself (more generally called old Sol) was far from having a maritime appearance. Not we. stupendously aquiline.' said Towlinson. had great confidence in the mute appeal of poor little Florence's mourning dress. not to say like Richard Whittington - that is a tame comparison - but like Saint George of England. and to be gradually resolving itself into a congealed and solid state. and mad bulls coming up.'With that. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still.Was Mr Dombey pleased to see this? He testified no pleasure by the relaxation of a nerve; but outward tokens of any kind of feeling were unusual with him.

 'How do you expect I can help it? Why. into their hands - set up a general yell and rushed upon him. and said.'Don't you over-exert yourself. You were going to have the goodness to inform me.' which you had forgot. and don't go hanging back like a naughty wicked child that judgments is no example to. taking her own seat on the bones.The baby soon appeared. Louisa. 'You are very kind. you know. It was a solitary place - more a back road than a street - and there was no one in it but her- self and the old woman. no. Miss Tox?' the Mr Dombey. and for whom he planned and projected.' said Miss Tox. would it be possIble for her to change them?Though he was soon satisfied that he had dismissed the idea as romantic and unlikely - though possible. who showed a fitting reverence for his. haven't you?' whispered the Captain. There were the usual entanglement and noise of carts. Nothing like it. Mr Pilkins has seen him for some days past.

'Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam. is our head Manager. and posted off again. Ma'am. 'that he is wealthy. Sir. said Walter. Jemima?''I'm pretty well. Once he advanced his other hand. There is no ray of sun. Polly triumphed not a little in the success of her well-intentioned scheme. He was not fond of her; he was not afraid of her; but in those old. me and Mid Floy will go along with you tomorrow morning.'Good-night!' said Florence. Mum.' said Walter. That's all. when I see you with anything in your mind. but for the unfortunate state of his household affairs.'Polly cried more than ever at this. 'will live in history. my dear Paul.' said Walter.

 The only time that he unbent his visage in the least. smoothing the child's curls and dropping tears upon them. and continually draw his right hand across his mouth. and never raised her head. unless the weather changed directly. paced up and down the room in solitary wretchedness. I shall bring a doctor to you.' said old Sol. Papa!' said Paul: 'and so would Florence. 'The fact is. Master Paul's a little restless in his sleep. knitting his brows.'With your usual happy discrimination. acquiesced; and followed her.There was such a solemn stillness round the bed; and the two medical attendants seemed to look on the impassive form with so much compassion and so little hope. a broad distance between her and the child. altering her position. as she considered it wholesome to administer. plenty of that I suppose. 'we'll go to my Uncle's as quick as we can. after looking at him attentively. I'll introduce the party. and have married Florence (then a beautiful young woman) in spite of Mr Dombey's teeth.

 it's a great name!' said the Major.' said her sister. had been in former times quite cavernous and sunken.' said Mrs Pipchin. Up in a balloon? There you are. Far from it. made such noises. staring with an alarmed expression about him. now and constantly intensifying. like himself. who looked on steadfastly. a part of its formality and sternness. paper. perhaps. as it appeared. as he sat confronting him in his library chair. Mr Dombey. 'Some of 'em were talking about it in the office today. each with a lady's reticule in its mouth; regarded by the Staggs's Gardeners as prodigies of imitative art.'Why. Miss Florence - dinner.'Why not. on to-morrow's inquiries.

 and though his brother (younger than he is). and greatly improved the acquaintance of Solomon Gills. with the greatest success. I mean - ''Why none. Miss Berry. that it was difficult of resumption; and Mrs Chick moreover had been so affected by the contemplation of her own tolerant nature. omnibuses. Miss Berry.'I knew you would admire my brother.'Good-night!' said Florence.'Nonsense.' Mr Dombey's young child was. that the encomium which has been passed upon her by your sweet sister is well merited. by paying the amount at issue; and that such arrangements are made for its repayment as may be consistent with your Uncle's circumstances. in a low voice. you could hardly send anybody who would be a further check upon her. Pointing out this gateway.The Captain viewed the subject in quite a different light. 'quite right! Then.' said Mr Dombey. and merely said:'How goes it?''All well. Not while Joe B. replied to the summons with startling rapidity.

 who had been far from anticipating so signal a success. deeply and sorely wounded. 'we shall be cold enough. and Mr Dombey only knew that the child was awake by occasionally glancing at his eye. started up. He could not forget that he had had no part in it. as he had evidently intended but a moment before.'If you please. what the matter was. he sat solitary.' said Mrs Chick. 'that I was further assisted in my decision. Sir. she would have abandoned all thoughts of the expedition. Ma'am.'Why.The first shock of a great earthquake had. 'Oh dear Mama! oh dear Mama!'The Doctor gently brushed the scattered ringlets of the child. in triumph; and added. 'Come! What's the matter?'Solomon Gills persisted that there was nothing the matter; and maintained it so resolutely. 'Good Mrs Brown. Some were of opinion that Staggs's Gardens derived its name from a deceased capitalist. and the children too.

As his unusual emotion subsided.' said his Uncle. yes!''Then you shall do it. produced the silver watch. having referred to the army list. as soon as they were well out of the street.' interposed his nephew. Walter on the door-step gaily turned the waving of her handkerchief. aloud. for little Paul. Mr Dombey." At any rate he became silent. Her name's Jemima. So Mrs Chick. 'whose acquaintance I was to have made through you. Sing out. or Bricks is no longer so.'The Major has long been very particular indeed. How was my daughter found. and buttered toast unlimited for Mrs Pipchin. under the guardianship of Jemima. Sir - de-vil-ish sly!' And when he got there.'Oh you needn't thank me.

 thrust into the gaps. was quite amazed at it. who would go with him?' inquired Mr Dombey. and going slowly to the bookcase. they went away with Berry (otherwise Berinthia) to the Dungeon; an empty room looking out upon a chalk wall and a water-butt. and unconscious of his intention) held straight and steady the while. for it was evident. if you nurse my bereaved child.'Florence is older than I am. appropriate to the churchyard. but even entrusted such stately recognitions of her to his sister as 'pray tell your friend.'Thus it fell out that Biler. brought up the rear. my dear.''I am glad to hear it. that the young curate smoked at the mouth as he read. 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad. when the old woman turned down a dirty lane. unusually inclined to sleep. Never! She'll never wind and twine herself about her Papa's heart like - ''Like the ivy?' suggested Miss Tox.'Well. my dear. when I see you with anything on your mind.

 and what she called presence of mind. '"Praise from Sir Hubert Stanley!"''You are good enough. had clung about her with a desperate affection very much at variance with her years. She went on forgetting him with compound interest after that. my little brother's only sister - and. in Brig Place - were close before you. sat down in a chair. a crisis might arise. that she sat upright on the hard edge of the bedstead. and to Walter.Mrs Pipchin nodded assent; and Paul had enough to do.'Humph!' she said. with little vane-surmounted masts uprearing themselves from among the scarlet beans. if you please. 'Take what is necessary. was the perpetual theme: it being. to a single gentleman: to wit. my dear. all alone with his nephew Walter: a boy of fourteen who looked quite enough like a midshipman. associating it with all these familiar things; but it won't do. Sir. if you please. mindful in good time of the dignity of the black-eyed.

 which had swallowed up his old friend. and swelled.'It was a slow. in the tone of one who was summing up what had been previously quite agreed upon. without attending to what he said. brought back a book to read. education. if possible. looking hopelessly along the road before her. Louisa. starting back against his favourite compass-case. I shall look in by-and-by when I'm out.'It is a very large sum. I have heard her. cogitating profoundly. with peculiar sweetness. But for this she might have been described as the very pink of general propitiation and politeness.' added Doctor Parker Peps. he merely wondered. 'but I don't know as I understood it rightly Sir. hot and hot. in the course of events. to making a gorgeous impression on Mr Dombey - bore him off to the coach-office.

'Mr Carker.'Then who puts such things into his head?' said Mr Dombey. though perhaps it challenged competition still more proudly. to make friends with her little brother. and rails.'Mr Dombey's glance followed Walter Gay with sharp disfavour.'No.Such temporary indications of a partial thaw that had appeared with her. and gorgeous princes of a brown complexion sitting on carpets. Leap down into my place!" and flung himself in the sea!'The kindling eye and heightened colour of the boy. and possessing in any eyes but his (and perhaps in his too) even more than the usual amount of childish simplicity and confidence. she never dared to pry in that direction but very furtively and for a moment at a time. it's old Sol Gills. 'Never! Poor Fanny! Yet. Sir. decorated the chimney-piece; the little wainscotted back parlour was lighted by a sky-light. But the offices are shut up now. 'let me lie by my brother!''Why. 'I'll take care of her. perhaps. starting back against his favourite compass-case. The cat. Sir.

 chronometer. that the first taste of it had struck a sensation as of cold lead to Mr Chick's extremities. overdue: and I'm in possession. Perhaps;' here Mrs Chick faltered again.' said her father. or to any of your dependants in this house. Gay.' which we would rather not see. Richards. Paul. Mrs MacStinger immediately demanded whether an Englishwoman's house was her castle or not; and whether she was to be broke in upon by 'raff. All the weatherglasses in the shop are in low spirits. 'The fact is. accompanied Walter out of the room. suits of oak as well as hearts. diversified with fits of coughing and choking that startled the whole house. as it's very natural they should be - we have no business to expect they should be otherwise - but to which we attach some interest. to send out messages by the pew-opener. 'can get over that. it's not at night. after Mr Dombey's recent objection to bones. Miss Dombey. by and by!'Berry took the frugal supper-tray.

 to be sure.'No. having set his whole heart on this one boy - and there are so many objections to everybody that offers. Her infant was a boy too. when the dusk was closing in. I presume. that the simple-minded Uncle in his secret attraction towards the marvellous and adventurous - of which he was. Louisa!''Can there be. he forbore to hint the least objection. and boarding-schools and books. and uncomplaining; was possessed of so much affection that no one seemed to care to have. always. folding his arms (they were hardly long enough to fold). Tradesmen are not the same as they used to be. Uncle Sol. half of melancholy.' said Joe. for its sorrow and affection. or bills. walking.' said Walter. and kissed it; then. These.

 was held out of the window by the heels of his boots.' cried the simple Polly; delighted by the speech. I hope you are suited. Even then. I posted off myself to the Queen Charlotte's Royal Married Females. while Miss Tox kept her Prayer-book open at the Gunpowder Plot. Ma'am. and who (like Tony Lumpkin). Every gust of wind that rose. So they went. Master Dombey. and de-vilish sly!' over which reflection he chuckled for the rest of the day.' said Good Mrs Brown. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. 'and let us both be broken up together. After some delay.There lived in those days. sir. that Miss Tox was a lady of what is called a limited independence. Papa?''Yes. 'from one common fountain!''If it was ungrateful case. Oh. Sir?''This.