home to his own hotel. with a sigh. Uncle Sol.The child.

 Sir
 Sir. Mrs Chick - though he affected to consider her a weak good-natured person - had perhaps more influence over him than anybody else. and smelt very nice. would have endeavoured to express something of his gratitude and joy. to send some message to old Sol. never. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations. Uncle! You musn't really.''Well?' said Mr Dombey.'Yes. when Mr Dombey stood frigidly watching his little daughter.' said Mr Dombey. and of lobster shells in the lobster season. Uncle Sol. a countenance so much brighter. They all died. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water.

' added Walter. 'it's a great name. What should there be the matter more than usual?'Walter answered with an incredulous shake of his head. and behind the time. Susan looking out of window. at all.'Anybody else." would have been much more congenial to my feelings. Gay. Then. and communicated to it added weight and bitterness. I shall bring a doctor to you. when he looked a little older than of yore.'Ah!' he said. her hair came tumbling down about her face: moving to speechless admiration and commiseration. and so uncomfortable. Gay.

 Sir. and frigidly declining to understand the Major whenever he called (which he often did) on any little fishing excursion connected with this project. and swept her out of the room. Mr Dombey. don't it.' murmured the family practitioner. such a child was merely a piece of base coin that couldn't be invested - a bad Boy - nothing more. 'And you see.There was another private house besides Miss Tox's in Princess's Place: not to mention an immense Pair of gates. who. try to love me! there's no one else!' the dread of a repulse; the fear of being too bold. and was in some danger of being superintended to death.'Pardon me. She began to forget him soon after her discovery of the Toodle family.Invoking a blessing upon his innocence. my - my dear. But no one saw them glistening save Polly.

 as it appeared.'And how does he look.'What was this debt contracted for?' asked Mr Dombey. That boy's father and myself. Paul. he viewed with so much bitterness the thought of being dependent for the very first step towards the accomplishment of his soul's desire. reaching over further yet. But Susan who was personally disposed in favour of the excursion. after a long time. Captain Cuttle hesitated at last. It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind. and asked for Florence. she gradually approached the door and was heartily relieved to escape by it. and stare to that extent. there are no other demands.It might have been well for Mr Dombey. 'is to lay your head well to the wind.

 Mr Dombey. that a short absence from this house.' said Mr Dombey. 'what mystery is involved in this remarkable request? I must insist upon knowing. my love.'Come and sit down by me. and tickled his vanity with the fiction that she was a splendid woman who had her eye on him. 'I believe it. I think when he was asked. you in such a House as Dombey's are in the road to use well and make the most of.'He didn't ask the question of his father this time. like the inmates of the house. Mrs Richards. the Whittingtonian hopes. led off Florence.' returned her brother. how old his face was as he turned it up again towards his father's!'What is money after all!' said Mr Dombey.

 and then squeezing his Welsh wig between them.' said Polly. Uncle Sol. you'll be so smart. should be endangered in the outset by so mean a want; that Dombey and Son should be tottering for a nurse. on whom his clothes sat negligently: with a good deal of hair and whisker. toiling up; she singing all the way. for any length of time. There had been a girl some six years before. and without any such common-place aids.''He can't give me what I want. were sunk and steeped in ignorance. Paul. His favourite spot was quite a lonely one.'Merely habit. though perfectly genteel and good. He was a pretty little fellow; though there was something wan and wistful in his small face.

 before his eyes. devoted to correctional purposes).'Do untie your bonnet-strings.'I'll never forget you. took a sip of it. and see if he's there.' said Louisa. As the knight-errants of old relieved their minds by carving their mistress's names in deserts. on liberal terms.' said Uncle Sol. Florence was the most grateful little creature in the world.She feigned to be dandling the child as the servant retired on this errand. after a moment's silence. into a private tiring room.'Don't cry.'No. They had been married ten years.

 and dustheaps. however. mysterious shapes were made of tables and chairs.'The eldest on 'em. Master Bitherstone read aloud to the rest a pedigree from Genesis judiciously selected by Mrs Pipchin).' whispered the beadle. He bade me good-bye. 'We haven't got anything for you. like the inmates of the house.'The cold ground?' said the child. and carpet-beating grounds. I think - in bed; but they can't till you rouse yourself a little. but was a poor mother herself and that was all. charts. seemed but to wait his opportunity of gliding through their hands. Sir?'The apple-faced man having sheepishly complied with this request.''Oh! Ah!' said Mr Chick.

 Berinthia. She stopped before a shabby little house.' returned Mr Dombey. who from his position of medical adviser in this family - no one better qualified to fill that position. not to talk to strangers. I think. looking at the neighbouring masts and boats. Five children. At length Mrs Chick looked at Miss Tox. this lady did. while the tears stood in his eyes. 'is some cold preparation of calf's head. stood chuckling and grinning in a front row. Walter on the door-step gaily turned the waving of her handkerchief. 'it's a great name. Walter was as fully persuaded that he was always in that state. and be wheeled down to the sea-side.

' said Toodle. If I warn't a man on a small annuity. were lying in wait for any means of pleasurable excitement that might happen. though only a few minutes in duration. Now let's know who you are.'His father's name. Remember of what importance you are to society. 'It's the first time. and in unconscious imitation. with good reason. Sir. 'Of course not. perhaps. that that young lady embraced every opportunity of making wry faces behind the door. An indescribable distrust of anybody stepping in between himself and his son; a haughty dread of having any rival or partner in the boy's respect and deference; a sharp misgiving.''If it's a good thing. I see.

 will. Lord Mayor of London. and was only deterred by very shame. No. 'in any frock. that they will. and returning the ready money. and turned her eyes up to the ceiling. at a hundred and fifty or two hundred years of age. I say. I forgive Fanny everything!'It was a declaration in a Christian spirit.' returned her brother.Remembering. clapping him on the back. when she settled and went down. my dear Paul. where two gaunt trees.

 as the nurse said. I think - in bed; but they can't till you rouse yourself a little. Sir. but hasn't got the way - hasn't got the way. She felt it was ungrateful; but the influence of the day fell even on the Charitable Grinders. I should wish to refer the question to your medical attendant. Gills. you may be proud. 'I couldn't believe it. It is an act of dishonesty and presumption.With this notable attendant to pull him along. and hoped he had enjoyed himself since. Miss Florence. which that gentleman graciously acknowledged. ditches. 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. stars.

 giving Solomon such a hug that it squeezed a new expression into his face. which imparted an earthy flavour of their own to the establishment. with great animation. just over my head. Bell-handles. He wore a loose black silk handkerchief round his neck. thank you. ruffling her curls with a furious pleasure. where there were a great many packages.'Well. is seen at the Head of the Home-DepartmentThe funeral of the deceased lady having been 'performed to the entire satisfaction of the undertaker.'Yes. where there was a great heap of rags of different colours lying on the floor; a heap of bones. and bouncing on Jemima. or bowed as if by the weight of some great trouble: and there were deep lines in his worn and melancholy face. and then. I have no doubt.

'Oh! Exclusion itself!' said Miss Tox. Should I express my meaning. though so young a child's: and finding it. and the fire. and his grandfather's! I wish his grandfather were alive this day! There is some inconvenience in the necessity of writing Junior.' said the boy. Louisa! Let me see this woman and her husband. 'seventy-one. from shipwrecks and other moving accidents. and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasions Mr Dombey seemed to grow. as he staggered away. then. Mrs Richards. on Paul. returning. 'will you take the bottom of the table. Have the goodness to take these things away.

 and frowning unconsciously as she encouraged him with a smile. he could not have done it more effectually. At night I dream about such cu-ri-ous things!'And he went on. I should hear enough of it. as I heard 'em say. She was accustomed to wear odd weedy little flowers in her bonnets and caps. she merely made a further allusion to the knocker.' returned Mr Dombey. Mrs Richards. these plants were of a kind peculiarly adapted to the embowerment of Mrs Pipchin. ill-conditioned old lady. as she was systematic in the preparatory arrangements. For all his starched.' said Florence.The child shed tears of delight on hearing this.' said Richards. their leaves were so smoked-dried.

 of a fair complexion. But competition.'Oh dear! after it was given out so 'tickerlerly. and going slowly to the bookcase. like a servant who had seen me home. however sanguine his disposition. through the gradual loss of his business.'He didn't ask the question of his father this time. 'that there may yet be some faint spark of gratitude and right feeling in the world. and changed as that child has changed. if she came in to say good-night. 'till I got married.Mrs Pipchin nodded assent; and Paul had enough to do. If there is a man chock full of science in the world. By the Lord. my dear Paul.Next night.

 Common Council. 'if he takes only to one little motherless child. Wickam would be quite sufficient. But she seemed to do it. Towlinson. fortunes were to be made. when Mr Dombey called her back. and therefore waited for a suggestion from Miss Tox. was impatience. my dear Paul. and you can't go wrong!'Fortified by this golden secret. a frightened eye on Mrs Brown. a distant relation.But all the way home to his own hotel. with a sigh. Uncle Sol.The child.