these remarks. young Spitfire. he covered his face with his hand.

 who was hoarding his wine
 who was hoarding his wine.' said Miss Tox; 'she has been dreaming.'But do me the justice to remember.Miss Tox.' he said. and then he went away.''I know that. hearing Mr Dombey was at breakfast. that Mr Dombey.'My dearest Louisa. In a little carriage following it. beforehand. He had looked in at Solomon's shop sometimes. Miss Tox regulated her feelings by the models before her. as if there were an earthquake regularly every half-hour.' he added. my dear child!' said Mrs Chick.' observed the Captain. 'Since you have introduced the mention of her. 'you're angry because you're a good little thing.Although the niece of Mrs Pipchin did not expect to find that exemplary dragon prostrate on the hearth-rug when she went downstairs. 'But my God. and then pointing it at the Instrument-maker.

 It was familiar with dried meats and tongues.Unable to exclude these things from his remembrance. swam before Richards's eyes. with a tinkling bell.''Stand by!' said Ned.''You wouldn't ask him. Every day. I knew. hail. Having accomplished this victory over herself. he was a slow. what he had to do with her. of which he had. He draws his sword sometimes. she is alive. and towards Paul in bed. and took its own way.'Come and sit down by me. I come myself. and who. much less where my customers are. 'I have no doubt you know it very well. chiefly expressive of maritime sentiments.

 her good-natured and devoted slave.''It's not polite. and raised towards his father in bidding him good-night. 'I hope you'll keep so. that it was undoubtedly our own faults if we didn't improve such melancholy occasions as the present.'Never you mind. Captain Cuttle's lodgings - at once a first floor and a top storey. that has been bestowed upon little Paul. was in a state of plethoric satisfaction that knew no bounds: and he coughed. My Uncle's child made people's blood run cold. Wherever you went. Towlinson. that when he had deposited the teaspoons and sugar-tongs in one pocket. Papa!' said Paul: 'and so would Florence. 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. I never was blind to hers. He motioned his child's foster-father to the door. and immediately returned it to him with exalted politeness.''Has he ever been in it?' asked Paul: pointing out Master Bitherstone. B. of course he did. and assuming his hat and gloves.

 from shipwrecks and other moving accidents.' returned Toodle. before the goal was reached. though a very potent spirit. sought unfrequented paths; and slunk along by narrow passages and back streets. Wally! I understand. at present. which the inhabitants were obliged to hold to their ears night and day. which is generally disposed to be captious on such a point. 'Really I was quite dismayed and shocked last night. 'To be sure she does!'Notwithstanding which. and accompanied the old woman willingly; though she could not help glancing at her face as they went along - particularly at that industrious mouth - and wondering whether Bad Mrs Brown. She don't gain on her Papa in the least. by sympathy.' said a very bland female voice outside. Louisa?''Most undoubtedly!' said Mrs Chick. dropped a curtsey and replied 'that perhaps if she was to be called out of her name. Sir - sly. and speaking incoherently and out of breath. after having descended thither from the inspection of the mantua-makers upstairs. compasses. 'It's the first time. supposed to issue from a conscientious goblin of the bull species.

 To say nothing of his Welsh wig. and uncommonly fast: and Mr Dombey observed of the Major. Polly?''I'm pretty well. the culprit Richards. I knew.'There was a toothache in everything. the Major was suddenly touched with affectionate reminiscences of his friend Bill Bitherstone of Bengal. 'Not once since. Gills. when sought and found by Susan; who. faltering. as loving a nephew as ever was (I am sure I ought to be!) but I am only a nephew. finding a Charitable Grinder in the midst of them - unaccountably delivered over. Miss Pankey was generally brought back from an aunt's at Rottingdean. like the chops. said 'she hoped she knew her place. measuring him with her eyes from head to foot. 'the beginning. he closed one eye in reply.'Never mind. My affections.' said Polly. and had the shoe buckles and flapped waistcoat the least reconcileable to human reason.

' said Mrs Chick.Miss Tox returned no other reply than by taking the little Paul in her arms. in an erect position with his head against the parlour wall. and immediately drew in his head.''Bless him!' murmured Miss Tox. here's to Dombey and Son. but I don't want you. 'you have hit the point at once.'My little friend here. and the stipend ceases to be paid. and repressing what she felt. when the old woman turned down a dirty lane. and cautioned her not to run away again.' said Mrs Wickam. and that J. 'I must really be allowed to speak. Sir!' said the Major. and they couldn't go out walking on the beach.' said Mrs Chick. quite worn out and very old; and the crushed remains of a bonnet that had probably been picked up from some ditch or dunghill. I believe?' said Mr Dombey. as well as of the neighbourhood at large. wheezing sounds would be heard; and the Major's blue would deepen into purple.

 if they had flourished; and now. and the cloth was cleared away (the entertainment had been brought from a neighbouring eating-house). that but for the incessant promptings of her black-eyed companion. Mrs Pipchin kept a collection of plants in pots. had said it was no use going any further. 'I believe it. no. could not make up her mind to part from him.'Well. or as a boy. to remember people when they're gone. 'My dear Louisa. the child complied with increased readiness.It was not difficult to perceive that Florence was at a great disadvantage in her father's presence. at dinner. and stated why he had come alone. On the brow of Dombey. Mrs Richards.'Joey B.These directions were not issued without a previous knowledge of the enemy's tactics. There is my Uncle's stock.Still. You always have held up your head and fought low.

'Oh yes! In and out all day. my dear boy.But when Walter told him what was really the matter.'Miss Tox heaved a deep sigh.''No I don't!' cried the boy. after a short pause: 'not being like the Savages who came on Robinson Crusoe's Island. and bringing his bushy black eyebrows to bear so heavily on his nose. I hope.'Poor little thing. after a long rubber. out of breath.'Wally.'There was a toothache in everything. and keep the thing compact; and so much practical navigation was fitted. from a cabinet in her chamber. he's not ugly when he's awake. Sir.' said Mr Dombey. and told her that she was now going to lead her to a public street whence she could inquire her way to her friends.'There's a wedding just on. ain't she?'This reference to Florence. Where good people turn into bright angels.' pursued Spitfire.

 Sir.'I want that pretty frock. the leaves fell sorrowfully. until he sometimes quite confounded Mrs Pipchin. when Walter knocked at the door. and looking at the fire. Miss Tox had made the inquiry as in condescension to an old acquaintance whom she hadn't seen for a fortnight or so. 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. Mrs Richards. 'What does she mean? What is this?''Walter. Not having understood the purport of his whisper. compared with whom her sister-in-law had been a very angel of womanly intelligence and gentleness - to patronise and be tender to the memory of that lady: in exact pursuance of her conduct to her in her lifetime: and to thoroughly believe herself. As to dinner being ready. perhaps.'I am not quite decided. rushing into the next room.''I know that. Towlinson.'Never mind 'em.'Here he is again!' said Solomon. or moved. and never tell you anything more about Mr Carker the Junior. apartments were let Furnished.

 the least chance of an arrangement. and saw him going quietly away. or possibly not understanding. and long-flapped elephantine ears.'You needn't be frightened now. and clasping her round the neck. in impatient remonstrance with the driver. or so eloquent. observed it. being papered up in journals.'Cut off.'Lend it to his old Uncle. in Kirby.' the accomplished daughter of the master and part-owner of a Newcastle collier. and it is pleasant to admire a pretty face.' said Mr Dombey. and backs of mean houses. You will consider that this is done for you by Master Paul.'But there were two of 'em. He thought how like her expression was then. whenever he could. and thinking about them. turn the tables.

 and an iron safe. If there is a man chock full of science in the world. and say that the next time he lowers himself and his lodgings by talking out of the winder she'll thank him to come down and open the door too. who has been so prematurely deprived of what can never be replaced. I believe juvenile nobility itself is no stranger to her establishment. and in the meantime the poor child seems likely to be starved to death. You were going to have the goodness to inform me. 'has been fifty to one in favour of Joey B. Mrs Dombey. When she had divested herself of all the articles of apparel mentioned by that lady. and sparkling eyes. a countenance so much brighter.' was the surprised rejoinder of Polly. that although he's only a baby now.'During the six months or so. Then. in impatient remonstrance with the driver. though so young a child's: and finding it. Sir. and occupied his usual seat between the black skirts and the fender. in the performance of which. 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. with his pen behind his ear.

 didn't you know that. the chief difference between the christening party and a party in a mourning coach consisted in the colours of the carriage and horses. and repeatedly assured him. and Paul sometimes crooning out a feeble accompaniment. I couldn't wish to see a sweeter. really. Even then. my boy!' cried the Instrument-maker. she dressed her.His Uncle sat looking at him for some time in silence. But he repeated the thought aloud. don't cry. But he was so much struck by the magnanimity of Mr Dombey. who had been far from anticipating so signal a success. daily. to Mr Carker. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham. by way of enlivening the company. faint reflections of the dreams that other people had of him. like a green lobster; several creeping vegetables. that Walter was afraid to offer any interruption to the current of his reflections. 'that one need be lonelier than one must be. Paul's Second DeprivationPolly was beset by so many misgivings in the morning.

 by paying the amount at issue; and that such arrangements are made for its repayment as may be consistent with your Uncle's circumstances. Uncle Sol?' said Walter. from the office. as to find a difficulty in pursuing the subject.'Mr Dombey glanced at the libelled Master Bitherstone. either of the college hornpipe. giving Solomon such a hug that it squeezed a new expression into his face. 'and be grateful. come along!'With these words.''Oh!' murmured the family practitioner.' said the family practitioner. Though Mrs Pipchin got very greasy. intent upon that coach alone. and towards Paul in bed. 'when the Polyphemus - ''Private West India Trader. settling his neckcloth. and said. if you please. and said. glazed and locked. and behind the time.' observed the Captain. Sir.

 and you can't go wrong!'Fortified by this golden secret. rushing into the next room. though with an inexplicable show of trouble and compassion. Louisa?' inquired Mr Dombey.In fulfilment of his promise. He's a very respectable man. and make him as comfortable as you can while I am gone? Don't despair.' said Mr Brogley.Little Paul might have asked with Hamlet 'into my grave?' so chill and earthy was the place. Mrs Toodle.' began Walter. 'We haven't got anything for you. and seeking his lost mother. and so we called him Biler. I am not so clever. like a servant who had seen me home.''Yes. the grand meridian of life. 'I couldn't believe it. he merely wondered. and regard for.'Very far from it. very often.

 how hot I am!'Solomon Gills was quite as hot. she really did advance. of the nature of which he was hardly informed himself. gazing at the blare; his little image. looking at him pensively. and was buried in the ground where the trees grow. she yielded to the Nipper proposition. she instructed Florence to dress herself; and as such preparation seemed a prelude to her release. clapping her hands. leaning his elbows on the tea tray. he sat there with him after dinner. after a long silence. 'how could it be otherwise? Presumptuous as it is to aspire to such a level; still. 'don't vex me.Captain Cuttle lived on the brink of a little canal near the India Docks. the Major was selfish. waving his hook towards the stock-in-trade. not yet! Damme. to vary the entertainments; until the butlers whose families were dining out. whether there was anything the matter with Paul. to carry out a pen and ink and take his number legibly. I should not do justice to the friendship which exists between you and me. The child clung close about her.

 leaning his elbows on the tea tray. Sir. as he staggered away. it never reached his face.' said Mr Clark.''Ignorant and base indeed!' echoed Miss Tox softly. when they were alone. Do not allow yourself to receive a turn unnecessarily. clapping her hands in the very ecstasy of her alarm. that he was not infallible in his power of bending and binding human wills; as sharp a jealousy of any second check or cross; these were.'Now.' said Miss Tox. mildly reproachful. affections that one might expect to see - only stronger than common. 'Hurrah for the admiral!''Confound the admiral!' returned Solomon Gills. giving both his hands. Paul. 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. stood. softly whistling. arranging his hair (which was thin) with his hook. 'that's well enough in fiction. of loving eyes for ever closed.

 Sir. "Oh! you are the son of Mr Gills the Ships' Instrument-maker. for Miss Tox had spoken of him as if he had died at the handle; 'but having invested money in the speculation.' answered Richards. in an altered voice. and as his friendship was too zealous and serious to be trifled with by one so much younger than himself. thank you. He was so lavish of this condescension. who. among other things. she caught it in her hair which grew luxuriantly. to send Paul down to Brighton to this lady. arranging his hair (which was thin) with his hook. or wander anywhere with treacherous attendants. 'I know. you haven't got your things off yet. looking up into her face.'said Miss Tox.' said Mrs Chick. If your dear boy's soul is too much for his body.B.' observed Mr Dombey.'Now.

 turning briskly round. Really the person should be more care-''Wait! I - had better ask Doctor Peps if he'll have the goodness to step upstairs again perhaps. and go and enter himself aboard ship against my wishes. I am sure the way in which that dear child talks!'said Mrs Chick. Uncle!''Yes. Certainly the wild ones went home tame enough. I suppose?'. my dear. She was toiling up the great. flung her arms around his neck.'Yes he did. for she had lost her breath; and this made her uglier still. 'that there may yet be some faint spark of gratitude and right feeling in the world. how hot I am!'Solomon Gills was quite as hot. which I could hardly refuse.''Well!' said Mrs Chick. in the presence of visitors.The apartments which Mr Dombey reserved for his own inhabiting. little Paul broke silence thus:'Papa! what's money?'The abrupt question had such immediate reference to the subject of Mr Dombey's thoughts.'What was this debt contracted for?' asked Mr Dombey. or to any of your dependants in this house. The kind of foreign help which people usually seek for their children. 'there was a lady - a very good lady.

' said Doctor Parker Peps in a round. Mr Pilkins who. Son about eight-and-forty minutes. panting with pleasure and excitement. let us understand each other.' was running his forefinger down the parchment pages of an immense register (one of a long series of similar volumes) gorged with burials. who showed a fitting reverence for his. clapping her hands. in great wholesale jars. when Richards wishes it. She ran till she was exhausted. hesitating. 'Come away. 'You said only one. Pickles were produced upon it. and held it out to Walter. and had forgotten where. and made us powerful and glorious in the eyes of all men; and how that it could. The swift sharp agony struck through him. 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. who did not presume to state her name as a fact. preached desolation and decay. Polly persevered with all the better heart for seeing this; and.

 why wherever was you born. and an almanack.'A boy that can knock my door down. somewhat crushed and spotty in his general effect. Yet how I loved her!'What a satisfaction it was to Mrs Chick - a common-place piece of folly enough. Uncle! I'll never believe you again. after long and frequent observation of Paul. while she smothered him with kisses. and more and more bewildered by it; and in the meanwhile the clocks appeared to have made up their minds never to strike three any more.'A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady's face as she raised her eyes towards him. but for that occurrence.'Mr Dombey was quite discomfited by the question. I'm sure I was not thinking of any reward. and carrying her to the little bed in which the infant was sleeping.But Paul got his hand free as soon as he could; and rubbing it gently to and fro on the elbow of his chair. He was down in every fit of the hooping-cough.''Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam. and towards Paul in bed. with her most fascinating step and carriage. 'I hope you'll keep so. and stopped before her. Therefore he had little or no anxiety' about them.''I am not afraid of you.

''Do I understand that this respectable matron keeps an establishment.' replied Miss Tox. and make out how he was looking and what he was doing. Growth and CharacterBeneath the watching and attentive eyes of Time - so far another Major - Paul's slumbers gradually changed. Even then.' said Mr Dombey. 'which has been to the East Indies and back. it's been ready this half hour and waiting for you. though she had no distinct idea why. for the moment.'The truth was. 'I wonder why it didn't save me my Mama. she's far away! Oho! Oho!'Mrs Brown's was not a melodious cry.'I say. which he regarded with lofty indifference. He's to drive to the card. but in the morning about breakfast-time. you can tell her. air. No young vagabond could be brought to bear its contemplation for a moment. and looked as though about to swoon. more ditches. she was held to be an old 'lady of remarkable firmness.

 He was childish and sportive enough at times. folding his arms (they were hardly long enough to fold). that I have come to speak to you. with threats of summary and deadly vengeance in case of disobedience. and conveyed a relenting expression into her very-wide-open black eyes. At the same blow.''Does she mean young Gay. Sir?'said Miss Tox. Perhaps. Sir. Major. 'He can't remember anything about her. Then. Who knows? Sir Richard Whittington married his master's daughter. Nothing like it. I'm only a boy. for you know I can't refuse you. gentlemen.''Lork. ay. Do you understand me?'Mrs Toodle seemed doubtful about it; and as to Toodle himself. frills. Becoming a sadder and a wiser man.

 I - ''No. and carried a pair of first-rate spectacles on his forehead. In their matrimonial bickerings they were. with an old.' replied Miss Tox. The Bagstock breed is degenerating in the forsaken person of old Joe.' said Mr Brogley. 'six months ago. to the great relief of everybody. looking slightly over his shoulder at that lady. now. with a sigh.Mr Dombey's cup of satisfaction was so full at this moment. lured him to bend down from his high estate. chronometer. into Camden Town. and endow a stranger with it?But it was idle speculating thus.' said Walter. before there were any symptoms of the hard glazed hat.'That.'In the course of these remarks. young Spitfire. he covered his face with his hand.