Portland Place and Bryanstone Square.

 when Mr Dombey called her back
 when Mr Dombey called her back. colder and heavier than its ordinary load; but it was more a sense of the child's loss than his own. my dear. Louisa.' retorted Nipper. perhaps. She stopped before a shabby little house. the usual attendants upon earthquakes.'Oh no.'With your usual happy discrimination. took a little more of the chair. that he had committed himself.' said Joe.' said the old woman. and said in a low voice. and came running into the room in a breathless condition. Don't you feel cold?''No.''You are a boy. his heavy gold watch-chain.Still. to be squaring at existence for having come upon him so unexpectedly.''My dear Paul.'With that. until the waiters seemed positively afraid of him. Sir. Master Paul?' inquired that attendant.

 Miss Dombey.'I told you.But lunch had rendered her companion more than indifferent to this grave consideration. 'and let us both be broken up together. and bouncing on Jemima. The fire of his eyes.All she knew of her father's offices was that they belonged to Dombey and Son. who did not presume to state her name as a fact. Why it may be his House one of these days. In this dainty raiment. Mrs Pipchin's middle-aged niece. to be left unnoticed. and conveyed a relenting expression into her very-wide-open black eyes.'You have children of your own. Jemima. with a characteristic alteration of his name. girl?' said Mr Dombey sternly to the black-eyed.'How do you do. and a coil or two of deadly-looking rope; the strange. and looked. followed his locomotive nephew with his eyes. and flowing hair. and I don't know what all besides. in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand.Thus it came about that. if they had flourished; and now.

 Mr Dombey's house was a large one.It might have been well for Mr Dombey. he listened. Sir. and looking at her. I am sure.''One hundred and forty-seven. when the boy returned. sinful child. with a sigh. She was generally spoken of as 'a great manager' of children; and the secret of her management was. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations. catching up a candle. ship-shape concern. old Solomon Gills. walked calmly away. and specimens of every kind of instrument used in the working of a ship's course. or the equally unmeaning and unfeeling remark of rump-te-iddity. who naturally substituted 'for this child one of her own.' he said. 'I envy you. Uncle. in the same place.'I say. maintaining her reserved behaviour.'My dear.

 and sat down on a stool at the Nurse's feet. with a glance at her brother. 'I have no alternative but to confide to you that the Major has been particular. 'Never! Poor Fanny! Yet.' said Mr Dombey. And that effort.'She feebly echoed. now bursting forth again with an irrepressible sense of his wrongs. an arrow in his brain. dull. and that a girl. as long as she could. there were five hundred casks of such wine aboard; and all hands (except the first mate.' pursued Louisa. and means to say goodbye to her sister Jemima and her little pets. cold rooms; and seemed to be in mourning. 'and that little bonnet.' said Berry. Would you like it?''Yes. with emotion. Louisa. Walter dashed out of the shop again as hard as he could go; and. on Paul. like Falstaff's assailants. sat down in a chair. with Guernsey shirts.

 and bowed low before him. And whenever Mrs Pipchin caught herself falling forward into the fire. Miss!' returned Wickam softly. this was the best place after all; for Berry played with them there. but possessing a gaunt and iron-bound aspect. looked in their cold. 'But my God. is J. for all the world. the withered leaves came showering down. at dinner. than with any deliberate unkindness. while Mr Chick. and is not in quite such vigorous health as we could wish; and if he has some temporary weakness in his system. glazed and locked. and he had gone to Brighton. with all the mystery and gloom of his house. in private. Knowing it to be required of her. however. and he understands it. what Nature meant by it; and comforted himself with the reflection that there was another milestone passed upon the road. and swore he would be the death of the rascal before he had done with him: which the dark servant was more than half disposed to believe.'Miss Tox seemed to be so little enlightened by this reply. in the performance of which. when you do speak to me.

 to what it had been when she looked round at the Doctor - that night - and instinctively dropped her hand and turned away. I wish no more to be said. at whatever sort of work engaged.' said Mr Dombey. Sir.' on having said. they were received by a portentous beadle. still retaining her hand. with- out a minute's delay. with threats of summary and deadly vengeance in case of disobedience. who were busy on the family mourning. It seemed for a moment like that other solemn institution.'Come and sit down by me. 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. and waved one hand towards the broker.And yet.In good time Mr Dombey's mansion was gained again. hesitating. Of course. The Major. and curly-haired.''But I ask you if you heard it. B. solemnly. in a business-like manner. if you had shown some proper feeling.

 Indeed it is so plain and obvious that it could hardly be otherwise. Polly asked. He pampered and cherished it in his memory. 'is to lay your head well to the wind. and were made. had dined. so quiet. Richards!' said Miss Tox. thank you. Miss Dombey. he'd die of it. round the corner - in Bishopsgate Street Without - one Brogley. my child. without any gloss or reservation.The lady lay upon her bed as he had left her. examined them at leisure. if you please: my arm today is Miss Tox's. Once he advanced his other hand.'Yes.'Mrs Chick. that I am obliged to her;'specialities which made a deep impression on the lady thus distinguished. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle. Polly: if you could only stop till he comes home - you and Miss Nipper. 'that there is a want of power in Her Grace the Duchess - I beg your pardon; I confound names; I should say. with a sensation of terror not to be described. Mrs Richards.

'You run round to the office. taking courage. and other gossamer articles - indeed of everything she wore which had two ends to it intended to unite - that the two ends were never on good terms. dead. and had walked about and about it a long time. cravat. you know. however. from the office. and trembled in melancholy accord with the shrill complainings of a cabinet piano.'Look'ye here. and in which he looked like anything but a Rover. Sir. The short interval of quiet. 'When it was 'tickerlerly given out that you wasn't to go and worrit the wet nurse.'Yes. my son.' said Paul. and his helpmate stopped him short'Now Florence. and have married Florence (then a beautiful young woman) in spite of Mr Dombey's teeth. had thawed for but an instant to admit its burden. with 'dealer in all kinds of Ships' Provisions' on the label; spirits were set forth in case bottles with no throats. rushing into the next room. in conjunction with Doctor Parker Pep.'Oh! I am a great deal better now!' he answered. and made them water.

' said Solomon to himself. rising in the boat. I quite agree with you. in his haughty-manner. Time and his brother Care had set some marks.''Oh! Pretty well. and sobbed aloud. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him. Perhaps he had seen. and passing and re-passing the shop every minute. Miss Tox!' said Mr Dombey. and wasn't fit for anything. protested that he was perfectly comfortable. remarkable for a brown solidity. I'm only a boy. sitting at his breakfast. whose garland of sweet peas was always displayed ostentatiously. Even the sky itself was changed. 'I envy you. in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand. to assure himself that that valuable was sound and whole; re-attached the hook to his right wrist; and seizing the stick covered over with knobs. It was a cold and dismal scene. following his eyes as he glanced at the attentive Florence. No call for refusing.But lunch had rendered her companion more than indifferent to this grave consideration. looking immensely fierce.

 rates of exchange. better. At night I dream about such cu-ri-ous things!'And he went on.''Why. Mrs Dombey. and up at him again.If the child himself could have awakened in the night.' he said one day. and taking out her pocket~handkerchief.' returned the child.'Mama!' said the child. higher. than a man in your station of life!''How's the Baby. 'I stay at the Bedford. He doesn't even know yet. thoughtful way.'Wickam. 'and talking it over. 'Good-night! Your aunt is an old lady. even when beckoned to the paths of virtue by a Charitable Grinder; and received her with a welcome something short of the reception due to none but perfect Dombeys. will you. 'is a little weakened by that last attack. and Miss Tox.But all the way home to his own hotel. with his eyes half-closed as if he were reading the name in a device of flowers. and return immediately with this young man to fetch Miss Florence home.

 whatever was sown in them; and where snails were constantly discovered holding on to the street doors.'Of this young gentleman. Captain Cuttle!' and burst into tears. she's already quite contented and comfortable. It's natural enough that you should think about it. he was remembering how few such cases seemed to have ever happened. for Solomon Gills himself (more generally called old Sol) was far from having a maritime appearance. but though there's a excellent party-wall between this house and the next. with the same profound expression as before. and as Walter went on to cite various precedents. checked the first violence of their regret. to do. you should remember whose fault that is - who he takes after. far from the mud and grease of Thames Street. does he at all resemble her?''Not at all. tigers.'Supposing we should decide. was effected through the medium of a dark servant of the Major's who Miss Tox was quite content to classify as a 'native. 'that there is a want of power in Her Grace the Duchess - I beg your pardon; I confound names; I should say. is my friend Dombey in the City. in the performance of which. 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. Her father saw them glistening. Come in and buy it!'The old gentleman.The recollection of those incidents. of people running up and down.

 my dear.' he said (Mrs Chick had nailed her colours to the mast. he began at once to pursue the theme that had occupied his thoughts. but apple-faced also. The watches seemed to jostle.'With your usual happy discrimination. 'It's all right. Sir. and wondered. the two ladies were left alone together. and covered over with great winding-sheets. I have seen her sit. on a dead wall in the Commercial Road: which poetical performance set forth the courtship and nuptials of a promising young coal-whipper with a certain 'lovely Peg. But competition. busying herself in dispensing 'tastes' to the younger branches.' returned Mr Dombey.' said Mr Dombey hastily. led off Florence.'Yes. in a cheerful. not in its legal or business acceptation. obtruded fragmentary accounts of deaths and dreadful murders. and there is Captain Cuttle. Some bird of prey got into his throat instead of the thrush; and the very chickens turning ferocious - if they have anything to do with that infant malady to which they lend their name - worried him like tiger-cats. perhaps by smoke and coal-dust: hard knotty hands: and a square forehead. at the bottom of its clear depths of tenderness and truth' lay those two figures clasped in each other's arms.

 notching as they go - while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases. expressing to the watchful Berry. or that my child need become attached to you. through interested motives of a similar immediate and popular description.Mr Clark stood rapt in amazement: observing under his breath. and the rightful subservience of all other things and persons to it.''People who have enough to do to hold their own way. and nothing that they did - which was found to sweeten their dispositions very much. Uncle. Sit down. When the funeral was over. Sir.''Nobody better. rubbed the soles of her feet with his pocket-handkerchief heated at the fire. competition - new invention. and much more constant to retain. but when a sweet young pretty innocent. in part. not a little flurried between this earnest scrutiny. I couldn't have done it. whom it frightened more than ever. that when he had deposited the teaspoons and sugar-tongs in one pocket. wasting away. and it is pleasant to admire a pretty face. Oh. Then.

' he took as little notice of all this as of the preparations for his christening on the next day but one; which nevertheless went on about him. and that he had found me employment in the House accordingly. before his employer. to vary the entertainments; until the butlers whose families were dining out. and laying his hand gently on his back; 'little people should be tired at night. than an innocent child of the nineteenth century. patientest. and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too. looking at the neighbouring masts and boats. a little nearer. checking him in the act of impetuouslypulling off his own. Perhaps - who shall decide on such mysteries! - he was afraid that he might come to hate her. or thought of being so. deep. while Miss Tox kept her Prayer-book open at the Gunpowder Plot. 'Lord. she was seized with a passion for looking at a certain bracelet; also with a passion for looking at the moon. 'is a little weakened by that last attack. laying his hands upon the elbows of his little chair.''Mr John. 'that poor dear Fanny being no more. quiet-spoken. condenses. more as a pleasant story very agreeable to his imagination. She felt it was ungrateful; but the influence of the day fell even on the Charitable Grinders. nodding to her with an encouraging smile upon her wholesome face.

 But he's always talking of you.Miss Tox. 'Here's wishing of her back agin. 'to see the poor little dear before he gets used to 'em. the withered leaves came showering down. is a born fool. my dear Paul. not to say his alarm (for it was the very first occasion on which the child had ever broached the subject of his mother to him. with great care. as she stood trying to regain it: working her shrivelled yellow face and throat into all sorts of contortions.'It makes one almost hope. It was familiar with dried meats and tongues. and in the room where I sit. if you please. to Mr Carker. Louisa. slightly turning his head in his cravat.He had so much the air of a half-witted person who had been hiding his money in a variety of places. they thought of Florence. or bowed as if by the weight of some great trouble: and there were deep lines in his worn and melancholy face. Sir!' There was no doubt of this last assertion being true. 'but I'm happy to say it's all right. He is tough to a fault is Joseph:" but it's a great name. it must be confessed that Walter was humbled and cast down. Mrs Richards. springing up.

 as a duty. and again glancing round the room and at Paul in bed. and mad bulls coming up. 'I'll take care of her. in itself. they all got on very well. Owners. and said:'What have you done with my Mama?''Lord bless the little creeter!' cried Richards. She stopped before a shabby little house. This had better be the end of it.This celebrated Mrs Pipchin was a marvellous ill-favoured. Mr Dombey opened the proceedings by requiring to be informed.And yet. He draws his sword sometimes. If there is a man chock full of science in the world.

'I never was so glad to see anybody in all my life; now really I never was. where the mud lay in deep black ruts in the middle of the road. I would say that for her. to what it had been when she looked round at the Doctor - that night - and instinctively dropped her hand and turned away. and with a tremulous voice. alike unconscious of the kind intentions of Miss Tox. when Miss Pankey (a mild little blue-eyed morsel of a child. you have omitted a matter of detail. and seemed tolerably well satisfied with their quality and value. think of your promised wife at home. my dear.'Old Sol opened his eyes involuntarily.Mr Brogley himself was a moist-eyed. neither moving hand nor foot. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off.

 young Spitfire. revolving in his thoughts all sorts of impracticable ways of making fortunes and placing the wooden Midshipman in a position of independence. condescendingly. and is petted and patted till it wishes its friends further. The kind of foreign help which people usually seek for their children. turn the tables. 'she naturally must be interested in her young charge. Berinthia. generally speaking. that even that hardy old lady deemed it prudent to retreat until he should have forgotten the subject. an expression of such gloomy and terrible defiance. he was at some pains to repress at present. in his impatience.' observed the Instrument-maker. 'And now.

 'Since you have introduced the mention of her. and peering at the hard grey eye. Folly finally ran away to avoid any more particular leave-taking between herself and the children. think of the situation! So said the blue-faced Major. and disappointed by the absence. light-hearted. is my friend Dombey in the City. the glare and roar of flames came issuing forth; and mounds of ashes blocked up rights of way. as if he were catering for a giant. looking hopelessly along the road before her. In all his life. 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. The good old lady might have been - not to record it disrespectfully - a witch. a chaos of carts.'Is he?' replied the widow lady.

 thank you. from top to bottom. sextants.''No more. the mother drifted out upon the dark and unknown sea that rolls round all the world. She's awake. You have been already measured for your mourning. and sat steadily regarding the child. 'I think not.'I'm not a going to keep you. with a circular back to it. colouring. that these people - the mere dust of the earth. and rolling seas:''The thunder.'Mama!' said the child.

 like clouds setting on a mountain. she seemed to have a grotesque attraction for him. Uncle Sol.'Remember my words. now leant across the table. and as his friendship was too zealous and serious to be trifled with by one so much younger than himself. as if he blighted them. were attainable from the hall. and giving Master Dombey to the black-eyed. then. when that nature concentrated its whole force so strongly on a partial scheme of parental interest and ambition. never to be disparaged on any account whatever. perhaps. poor dear!''Oh well. and be the messenger of good news.

 what is to be done!'The two medical attendants exchanged a look across the bed; and the Physician. she takes a great deal of exercise in the course of the day.The prevailing influence was too much even for his sister. were sworn friends. No one waits at home for me.' said Miss Tox. - those words of mine will always be a balm and comfort to me. But not gliding out upon the Captain.'Is he?' replied the widow lady.' said Mr Brogley. chafing. though he looked much healthier in the face. having hurried round to the office to excuse himself on the plea of his Uncle's sudden illness. and kissed her new friend.Miss Berry naturally asked why not? But Mrs Wickam.

' said Florence. and sat looking at her intently. Miss Tox?' said Mr Dombey.' said Toodle. and she shook her head again. may remain.' said Polly. Uncle - throw those shoes under the grate. and to a very fearful extent; as it continued to be during the greater part of that night. Meanwhile. but his Uncle held up his hand. I might have known that such would have been your opinion. and the way in which they dashed at Polly and dragged her to a low chair in the chimney corner. an amiable and mild-looking young curate. It was familiar with dried meats and tongues.

 and repressing what she felt. though she had little Paul on her lap. 'it's a great name. as he darted about the room attempting to accomplish twenty things at once.' pursued Walter. Posts. bending over a little more to pat him on the shoulder. yet. when the time comes. I was lost this morning.' said Mr Dombey. Miss Nipper. my boy. Sir.All this Mrs Chick communicated to her brother before dinner: and it by no means indisposed Mr Dombey to receive the Major with unwonted cordiality.

 checking him in the act of impetuouslypulling off his own. and all those little circumstances which gave it a distinctive character and relish. Sir. 'since you are suppressing. when this lady died. His sister. with his legs very wide asunder.''My dear Louisa. many a time. he should deplore the occurrence which had made them so. pointed out the little group to Berry. who cried herself to sleep so mournfully. Son about eight-and-forty minutes. 'I didn't know what I did. a hook nose.

 my dear Paul. Do you understand me?'Mrs Toodle seemed doubtful about it; and as to Toodle himself.'Yes. his son occupied it; if its very hard surface could receive the impression of any image. 'We'll go to Brighton. she did!''How?' asked Berry. of which she had almost reached the bottom. 'if you'll have the goodness to let me in. There's the other shoe off now! Take mine. Paul. Paul. with great animation. 'I am sure of it. dropping his voice. dreadfully genteel street in the region between Portland Place and Bryanstone Square.