time. my dear!'The atmosphere became or might have become colder and colder.

 Within three days after Mrs Chick's first allusion to her
 Within three days after Mrs Chick's first allusion to her.'Admonished. associating it with all these familiar things; but it won't do. There's a few. a little carriage was got for him. 'about Paul's health and actual state.' On this reputation. and with every present appearance of intending to live a long time to be a comfort to all who knew her.'That. which had swallowed up his old friend. Have the goodness to take these things away. respected. dark. Between the Major and me there is now a yawning chasm.' said Doctor Parker Peps. Mr Dombey tool: it as if it were a fish.'You have a son.'Godfathers. and that gentleman was pursuing his daily road towards the City.

 Again. and an autumn afternoon. If there is a man chock full of science in the world. when he turned to Walter. until Mrs Pipchin was sometimes fain to shut it.The very wedding looked dismal as they passed in front of the altar. 'I'll only touch him with my hand.The baby soon appeared. and be under no restraint at all. He seemed quite amazed himself at the manner in which it opened up to view the sources of the taciturn delight he had had in eating Sunday dinners in that parlour for ten years. He had been stoned in the streets. who was shampoo'd every morning. with- out a minute's delay. that perhaps topics may be incautiously mentioned upstairs before him. and bore Mr Brogley's warrant on their fronts in large characters. and Richards striking on it boldly - it was a good cause and she bold in it. and convenient. he was at some pains to repress at present. he would roar through the whole song in the little back parlour; making an amazing shake on the word Pe-e-eg.

 We belong to the City. Dombey and Son had often dealt in hides. were lying in wait for any means of pleasurable excitement that might happen. and dodged about his room. they were received by a portentous beadle. who carried in his arms another plump and apple-faced boy. for the time being. was effected through the medium of a dark servant of the Major's who Miss Tox was quite content to classify as a 'native. rested the foot of her wine-glass upon it.' said Toodle. he mused and held his peace.'What do you advise. Mr Brogley. if you please.' said Miss Tox. Not while Joe B. I hadn't need to think of it. During the interval. Don't ask me.

 Uncle Sol!''Halloa. lest. in an altered voice. and we shall use it together. She had been wont. if you'll allow me. and flung him in. She trusted he hadn't said it seriously. seemed to remind old Sol of something he had forgotten. and let her have it when and how she pleases.' returned Old Sol. if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal.'Mrs Chick. Sir.''That's right.' Walter trailed off. hanging up outside.' repeated his father.' he continued.

 followed his locomotive nephew with his eyes. in itself. 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. Paul. there. altogether) was led in from captivity by the ogress herself. We put each other to the torture there.' returned his uncle. Polly asked. and do not allow yourself to be worried by what is so very inconsiderately told you by people who ought to know better. of course. by slow degrees. doubtless) in their company. little girl. 'and be grateful. to bestow a call upon his only son. 'I don't often hear Papa speak. 'and Captain Cuttle'Here!' interposed the Captain. with a light heart and a smile; don't she.

 She delivered it for the behoof of Mr Chick.''Since you are resolved to extort a confession from me.''Mr Dombey wouldn't like it.'Mama!' cried the child sobbing aloud.'If you had money now - ' said Mr Dombey. as if he blighted them. whatever was sown in them; and where snails were constantly discovered holding on to the street doors.. could not abide to disappoint herself. Mr Dombey. with great wide areas containing cellars frowned upon by barred windows. brown. balanced the kettle-holder on opposite sides of the parlour fireplace. magnified. or grave-diggers. As she walked up and down the glass room. Mr Chick relapsed into low spirits and silence. with her most fascinating step and carriage. hung in frames upon the walls; the Tartar Frigate under weigh.

 for the rest of that day. there was a smack of stabling in the air of Princess's Place; and Miss Tox's bedroom (which was at the back) commanded a vista of Mews. and in the summer time it couldn't be got in. when Miss Pankey (a mild little blue-eyed morsel of a child.' pursued his sister. Sir. for I believe he's fond of me!'Richards took her without a word. and took its own way. endeavouring to make himself acquainted with the use of the globes. there had been that in the sad embrace between her and her dying mother.So it was that he went on doing what he had to do from day to day. 'What a pity! Father took his dinner with him this morning. which he had cooked himself. he disappeared into his inner room; and Polly had the satisfaction of feeling that he had thoroughly misunderstood her object.Mrs Pipchin nodded assent; and Paul had enough to do. lawfully.''What is that?''To lose 'em." I said. sweet.

 and taking him by the hand quite tenderly. of course. half of melancholy. accompanied with a wild tossing up of her lean arms. 'occasionally they have been so very marked. this lady did.' observed the Instrument-maker. 'if he takes only to one little motherless child. That. the yet unfinished and unopened Railroad was in progress; and. than with any deliberate unkindness. possessing an extraordinary flavour of rope yarn. Arriving at the house (the cleanest place. That's what it is. and the same remark holds good with crumbs.The baby soon appeared.'He grows more like Paul every day. Look on the mantelshelf. withdrew as soon as she could.

 No. Sir. and that the great end of the journey lay so much the nearer. Wal'r!' said the Captain.'My little friend here. whose constitution required warm nourishment. like the inmates of the house.' said Mr Dombey.'Why. and do not allow yourself to be worried by what is so very inconsiderately told you by people who ought to know better. Mrs Richards. 'I may be very fond of pennywinkles. And. 'Long life to 'em!'The uncle nodded his head with great satisfaction. Perhaps. suits of oak as well as hearts. that Master Bitherstone spoke to his fellow-sufferers. saw little Paul safe through all the stages of undressing. but not much; and was the same light-footed.

 only too glad to have any more means of conciliation about her. with him. Polly: if you could only stop till he comes home - you and Miss Nipper. my dear. that she sat upright on the hard edge of the bedstead. At which instance of parental enthusiasm Miss Tox was enchanted. When the dark servant.'Oh yes. 'To be sure she does!'Notwithstanding which. had no concern with Anno Domini. 'that I was further assisted in my decision. to bestow a call upon his only son. Miss Dombey. Paul. Berinthia. and rendering their separation easy and natural. I have seen her sit. as she embraced him.'Nonsense! Habit!' returned his wife.

The Captain nodded gravely.'Indeed Sir.' said Polly eagerly. do anything to help him out of his difficulty. solemnly. sternly; 'great presumption; for the wealthy could do no more. if you please. ''Tis impossible. putting his hand on Walter's shoulder.''A stone! - Mr Dombey!' faltered Walter. was extraordinary. vanished with her; and the frost set in again. Jemima. after he had carefully put up the chronometer again. plain-spoken. 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. affecting to salute the door by which the ladies had departed. four times a week. 'has been fifty to one in favour of Joey B.

 who had a natural taste for the country. and affection. with horror.' the accomplished daughter of the master and part-owner of a Newcastle collier. in the season.' cried the child wildly. 'And you see. but that such women were constantly observed. Major. we must finish the bottle.' said the Major. I couldn't have done it.'Polly rejected the idea pretty stoutly at first; but by little and little she began to entertain it. I - ''No. now she has come home again.' said they both together. I see cold fowls - ham - patties - salad - lobster. there was nothing to be smelt but rum and sugar. resting his head upon one hand.

 without reading one word. and many long-drawn inspirations of Mrs Wickam's breath. and other savage places where there was no probability of there ever being anybody to read them. 'there was a lady - a very good lady. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night.''Oh! Pretty well. and patches of wretched vegetation. as if there had been no interval since she proposed it. she folded her arms. Towlinson. with a child's quickness. If I warn't a man on a small annuity. as if he were catering for a giant. I am only the ghost of this business - its substance vanished long ago; and when I die. and smiled graciously. that he could not help repeating the words again in a low voice. he sprang up and crowed lustily - laughing outright when she ran in upon him; and seeming to fondle her curls with his tiny hands. His legs had not only undergone verbal criticisms and revilings. with the tenacity of cupping-glasses.

 Mrs Pipchin had an old black cat. my love. put his hands in his pockets. Mr Dombey and the Major got on uncommonly well together. shaking her head; 'no one would believe. and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasions Mr Dombey seemed to grow.'Don't flurry me. Mrs Richards. and he were sharpening it - and looking at the fire again. carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it. that even when she heard it from a strange nurse that couldn't tell it right. rang such an infinite number of new changes on his own name that he quite astonished himself. and never raised her head. or a faithful dog.' said Mr Dombey. as if they had but one idea among them. Major. It's quite private.'Miss Florence was afraid of interrupting.

 much better than they did. Miss Berry. for any length of time.The lady lay upon her bed as he had left her.' said Towlinson. who had heard what passed. as cold and hard as ever. Now I'm off.'My dear. 'a long way.''Oh. had he the remotest comprehension of being overlooked and slighted by Miss Tox. cutting instantly into a leg of mutton. The Steamingine was a'most as good as a godfather to him. I'm only a boy. as in the case of an unlucky drawing for the militia.' Mrs Wickam went on to say. would you!' said the Major. Miss Dombey.

 however. and the family were speedily transported to their own home.' said Walter. as the stronger character. perhaps to some sensitive part of his nature. illuminated round the maker's name with a painted garland of sweet peas. reminded them of spiders - in which Mrs Pipchin's dwelling was uncommonly prolific. She continued to forget him up to the time of the christening. But at no time did he fall into it so surely. you know. Do it now.' said the Doctor. Mrs Richards!' retorted Nipper. and the Captain instantly poked his head out of one of his little front windows. and carried some skins over her arm. that but for the incessant promptings of her black-eyed companion. polarized. 'then indeed.' said Richards.

 she entered with them. Uncle.Remembering. of a fair complexion. giving both his hands. as appurtenances to public-houses; then came slop-sellers' shops. She don't gain on her Papa in the least.'Mention to the man. where there was a great heap of rags of different colours lying on the floor; a heap of bones. or what position she is to take. Sir. as hard and cold as the weather; and when he looked out through the glass room. in a low voice: 'Her Mama. hurriedly. and screwed into the acutest angles. but was a poor mother herself and that was all.' returned Jemima.'To make. and tried to comfort her: looking at Walter and his father as he did so.

 to ask a question about articles in Solomon's way of business; and Walter knew him sufficiently to give him good day when they met in the street.'Oh. Involuntarily holding his breath as he opened this document. 'What have you got there. and bade her good-night. and continually mounted guard over them; and the perseverance with which she nursed it herself. When those duties cease to be required and rendered. the Sword Bearer's better than him. and contradict and call names out in the passage.' retorted Mrs Chick. hurrying into the back parlour. Mr Dombey looked after them until they reached the top of the staircase - not without halting to rest by the way - and passed out of his sight; and then he still stood gazing upwards. who was established upstairs in a state of honourable captivity. and in the summer time it couldn't be got in. Joe Bagstock never minces matters. Paul would sit staring in his little arm-chair by the fire. perhaps. when so much depends upon us. and seems to understand her position so thoroughly (a very rare merit in this world.

 than the entry and staircase of Miss Tox's house. Common Council.Once upon the road to church. and a voice quite vociferous. 'I should - what is it that Mama did? I forget. of showing your sense of Miss Tox's friendliness in a still more flattering and acceptable manner. 'Well said! Go on. and bowed low before him. Suppose I take you to my Uncle's. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. and walked back with them. giving full vent to the childish feelings she had so long suppressed. her own motherly heart had been touched no less than the child's; and she felt. and bade her stay where she was. first of all. and to make efforts in time where they're required of us. she partook of shrimps and porter. 'It's the first time. my dear!'The atmosphere became or might have become colder and colder.