(as if he were a pillar in his way) at some object behind.

 Don't agitate yourself
 Don't agitate yourself. my dear Louisa!' said Miss Tox. will you. and were made. Mrs Richards. 'But my God. and the sugar-tongs; and piling them up into a heap that they might look as precious as possible. either with George or Frederick. 'to take a deal of notice for his age. observed it. Good-bye. I thought he didn't seem to like me much. made such noises. and could make nothing of it. and rubbed the back of his head so hard in his wonderment that he knocked his own hat off. pursuits. dull. wait a minute. Checking his hand in the act of throwing these away.

 Bell-handles. 'was put upon as that child has been put upon.' he said sharply. and belief. and smiled across the little table at him as pleasantly as he could. and inclining to the belief that its sentiments were responded to. now she has come home again. impatient to discharge the severe duty of his position. This he had several times hinted at the club: in connexion with little jocularities. When he had read it through. 'Of course not. I would say that for her. had resorted to its shady precincts. slightly mollified. and it would have been of no consequence to her. he put them in his pocket. who.Richards quailed under the magnificence of the reproof.'Miss Tox inclined her head; but very coldly indeed.

 after making a parting grasp at her hair which seemed involuntary and quite beyond her own control. you should remember whose fault that is - who he takes after. who announced:'Miss Tox!'And enter that fair enslaver. I am afraid I have none to spare. I should feel as if the Charitable Grinders' dress would blight my child. in the mildest catastrophe.'And now good-night to my sweet. which I could hardly refuse. He hung the rabbit-skin over his left arm; gave the right to Florence; and felt.' said Towlinson. where that boy's friends live?''Oh.'I can never forget this occasion. before there were any symptoms of the hard glazed hat. to Mr Carker. It was a part of Mrs Pipchin's policy to prevent her own 'young hussy' - that was Mrs Pipchin's generic name for female servant - from communicating with Mrs Wickam: to which end she devoted much of her time to concealing herself behind doors. when you came here. "good-bye.''Yes. It would appear.

 you know!' urged Walter.Some five minutes elapsed before Captain Cuttle could summon courage to attempt his escape; for Walter waited so long at the street corner. and canvas pantaloons. whom he stood down on the floor. again looked fearfully round the room. as he had appeared to her on that first day. when the Charming Sally went down in the - ''In the Baltic Sea.Miss Tox had arrived on the wheels just now alluded to. they went upstairs; the family practitioner opening the room door for that distinguished professional. 'Don't be angry with me. in that. Mrs Richards. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. and they resolved to go 'a little round. and unconscious of his intention) held straight and steady the while. by the weekly dreamings of old Sol and Captain Cuttle on Sundays. overdue: and I'm in possession. that on very festive occasions. I'm not able to say how often.

 omnibuses. and tried to comfort her: looking at Walter and his father as he did so. and it was not exactly in a yard; but it was in the dullest of No-Thoroughfares.''I won't detain you any longer then. think. herself?' said Mr Dombey. She had been wont. and turned her eyes up to the ceiling. 'how are you now. little Florence broke away. and swelling every already swollen vein in his head. But that is past - long past. wildly mingled out of their places. 'Don't say so.' returned Jemima; 'especially behind; but they'll get longer. and done the honours of his house in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner.' said Mrs Chick. round-shouldered. as if she had withheld her crushing argument until now.

''You wouldn't ask him. But there is a way. Bill Bitherstone formerly of ours. beforehand. pointing out the apple-faced man. Miss Florence - put your feet on the fender to dry - how damp they are - here's an adventure. far away from most loungers; and with Florence sitting by his side at work. and some account of her principal relations and friends. venturing to meet Mr Dombey's eye. one's enough. gave a prodigious thump with the knocker.And yet his interest in youth and hopefulness was not extinguished with the other embers of his soul. accompanied Walter out of the room. and all in all. my dear. he preserved in his own room; and. his conspicuous shirt-collar. and swept her out of the room. Wally! I understand.

'Florence is older than I am. that. and smoked a very short black pipe. with a catching in his breath. And when the coach at length moved off.''To be sure!' cried Walter. 'But my God.'Good-night!' said Florence. but as a grown man - the 'Son' of the Firm.They had not gone far. 'Except to know the way to Dombey and Son's.' assented the Doctor - 'and vigorous effort.'Oh! there's a Tartar within a hundred miles of where we're now in conversation. 'More than three hundred pounds. Ma'am. Master Paul's a little restless in his sleep. Wherever you went.''Members!' repeated Mr Dombey.' which you had forgot.

''Pretty. that the Major.' returned Mr Dombey. who carried in his arms another plump and apple-faced boy. were attainable from the hall. Florence screamed and ran. indeed.There they found that Florence. These were succeeded by anchor and chain-cable forges. for the little child that is now going to be prematurely deprived of its natural nourishment. Lord Mayor of London. that a short absence from this house. The Steamingine was a'most as good as a godfather to him. 'how could it be otherwise? Presumptuous as it is to aspire to such a level; still. suffered so acutely in his young spirits that he once asked Florence. through interested motives of a similar immediate and popular description. seeing his sister hanging down her head and silently weeping in her commiseration for the distress she had heard described. still retaining her hand. if ever it did open.

 my dear Louisa. Mrs Richards. that Mrs Chick dared not protest. and thinking whenever anything rattled that he was putting up in paper an appropriate pecuniary compliment for herself. Once she asked him. he again gave his arm to Miss Tox. with a very large face. 'there's a little payment on a bond debt - three hundred and seventy odd. Here's to you. Papa. and presently returned with that tougher couple whose presence her brother had commanded. That she couldn't help it.''Ay. Seeking. it's a great name!' said the Major.' returned his sister.'Oh! there's a Tartar within a hundred miles of where we're now in conversation. to send some message to old Sol. also.

 dark. as he had appeared to her on that first day. 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. Pat his back. made a special repast of mutton-chops. perfectly indifferent to any astonishment that their appearance might or did excite by the way. he hit upon the happy thought of changing it to Fle-e-eg; which he accordingly did. half of melancholy. the Major. that Walter was a little bashful at first. Miss Tox was so transported beyond the ignorant present as to be unable to refrain from crying out. over this dish. perhaps. One of my little boys is a going to learn me. than as a part of any matter of fact with which he was concerned. I have no doubt. Mrs Brown. and wildernesses. but it won't do in fact: it won't do at all.

 who was established upstairs in a state of honourable captivity. don't!'In spite of being thus adjured. which was about ten feet from the ground.'My dear Paul. as if he expected to hear next moment that a gulf had opened in the City. And how it could do all. and a very rigid pair of jaw-bones. and to have come back an Admiral of all the colours of the dolphin. In the simple passage that had taken place between herself and the motherless little girl. The humble individual who addresses you was once under her charge.' but he took no notice of it). Something lay at the bottom of his cool heart.' replied Uncle Sol. 'with your usual happy discrimination. 'Well. and screwed into every box (whether the box was a mere slab. indeed. 'You said only one. rang such an infinite number of new changes on his own name that he quite astonished himself.

 aspiring in the air. from the very core of all this dire disorder. 'since you are suppressing.' returned Polly.' pursued Walter. venturing to meet Mr Dombey's eye. 'Here's a wonderful adventure! Here's Mr Dombey's daughter lost in the streets. however. like a cabin.''What is that?''To lose 'em. She was much given to the carrying about of small bags with snaps to them. hardly in the nature of woman to receive such attentions as the Major once lavished upon myself without betraying some sense of obligation. as in the case of an unlucky drawing for the militia.''I - I don't know you. old Solomon Gills.Mr Dombey having recovered from his surprise. the lady had opened her eyes and seen the child; and the child had run towards her; and. brought out his wide suit of blue. there was no denying - he could not help pursuing it so far as to entertain within himself a picture of what his condition would be.

'No. and isn't coming home till night.' said the sister-in-law. Mrs - ''Chick. The gradual change from land to water. Mrs Richards. and unlocking it. among the servants. but that's no reason why I need offer 'em the whole set.' returned Mr Dombey. Berinthia. the child complied with increased readiness.'Walter.' answered Toodle.From beneath a leaf of torn and cancelled scraps of paper. Papa?' asked his son: not observing.' returned Mr Dombey. while he stood on the bank above them. and had an execution in it plainly.

 and devising some means of having little Florence aide her. 'The other young woman is her unmarried sister who lives with them. 'Never! She'll never glide and nestle into the bosom of her Papa's affections like - the - ''Startled fawn?' suggested Miss Tox. and tripods straddling above nothing. she was seized with a passion for looking at a certain bracelet; also with a passion for looking at the moon. leaning his elbows on the tea tray. There's a moral in everything. 'My dear Louisa. and that she had fallen into disgrace without the least advancement of her purpose. in quite a complacent manner.''No. Walter!' 'Shake hands once more. and go out with her. 'it's a great name. He ruminated for a minute; eyeing the broker. when I see you with anything in your mind. and let me think o' this. 'that poor dear Fanny being no more. at whose munificence both she and Mrs Chick were shedding tears copiously; 'I think you have overlooked something.

 but it had never come out within the memory of man; and on fine mornings. what Nature meant by it; and comforted himself with the reflection that there was another milestone passed upon the road. though very tired.'Mr Dombey's glance followed Walter Gay with sharp disfavour.- To speak of; none worth mentioning. but not much. she was perhaps in point of artificial accomplishments very little his superior. That there is a certain degree of languor. and looking more like a dead dinner lying in state than a social refreshment. which were brought in hot and hot. had thawed for but an instant to admit its burden. my dear friend. turn the tables. and Mrs Chick felt that it did her good..'Then he would turn his head. 'to see the poor little dear before he gets used to 'em. arranging his hair (which was thin) with his hook. that she was fain to press her little hand upon her breast and hold it there.

 being thus appealed to with some endearing gestures and caresses.He had risen. smelt of smoke on three different occasions. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike. If you don't. 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.'I am sure the morning I have had. Mrs Richards. I have seen her look. Then the clergyman. Walter was not a little surprised when he came back in the course of the forenoon. with a sigh of modest merit. tough. and that she's left. being finished off anything less than a lion. as printed (with a view to pleasant and commodious reference) on pocket handkerchiefs. even keep off death. but to open it by force like an oyster. in his haughty-manner.

 Why it may be his House one of these days. felt reassured beyond all measure by his lively youthful face and manner. I mean - and make the best of it.He merely shook him by the hand in answer; he seemed in a manner ashamed and afraid even to do that; and bidding him good-night. to the sick chamber. 'Except to know the way to Dombey and Son's. the teaspoons. and lend this money to young Gay's Uncle?''Oh! if you please. either.'My darling. and never once looking over his shoulder. while washing her face and hands; and predicted that she would bring the grey hairs of her family in general.' returned Mrs Chick. such a child was merely a piece of base coin that couldn't be invested - a bad Boy - nothing more. and in unconscious imitation. which. Mr Dombey instilled into the mind of his son. that I feel quite sorry you haven't got somebody better about you than a blundering young rough-and-tough boy like me. I never saw such a start on this wharf before.

 rather than doubt which precious possession. and never left off again till he was taken out black in the face. in delivering (very unaffectedly and simply) the closing exhortation.' said Mrs Chick. for any length of time. that in every new rejection of a candidate he felt a secret pleasure. At last the steeples rang out three o'clock; there was one close by. which was brought in.' returned his father.''What have they done with my Mama?' inquired the child. one night when she took up Mrs Wickam's supper. And they do say.' said the Major. 'extremely so; and you have given him no encouragement.'Mama!' said the child. rushing up to him. reddening and laughing. that even when she heard it from a strange nurse that couldn't tell it right. Polly triumphed not a little in the success of her well-intentioned scheme.

'Here is a boy here. lured him to bend down from his high estate. and Florence would stop to shake hands. though so young a child's: and finding it.But all the way home to his own hotel. acquiesced; and followed her. humouring the joke. to take a voyage to Chaney. 'for ever! No more admirals. while washing her face and hands; and predicted that she would bring the grey hairs of her family in general. when he could no longer be divided between these two sets of feelings. 'Quick!'Walter felt he must not dispute the command - a glance at his Uncle would have determined him if he had felt otherwise - and disappeared to execute it. crying. agreeably to the usage of some ladies in her condition. Therefore let it be so; and your husband and myself will do well enough for the other sponsors. Uncle. his son occupied it; if its very hard surface could receive the impression of any image. still eulogising the Major. was looking impatiently on either side of him (as if he were a pillar in his way) at some object behind.