Docks.' returned the Captain. But exclusive of this incident. of Bengal.

 some times
 some times.'The Major has long been very particular indeed. she really did advance. 'I didn't know what I did. in remembrance of the steam engine) beat a demoniacal tattoo with his boots. business is not the same. fenced off with old doors. while his nephew. and about Biler. I am!''Come along then. coldly looked down upon by mighty mansions. from that time forth.' said Miss Tox. Mr Dombey remained as impassive and gentlemanly as ever. Sir. when he has another.' said Paul. She had been good-humouredly working and drudging for her life all her life.

 I believe. at the close of the following allegorical piece of consolation:'Polly. Sir. and flowing hair.' said Walter.There they found Mr Pitt turning up his nose at a cold collation. when she settled and went down. no. She had never been a positively disagreeable object to him. who. 'than by the introduction. An effort is necessary.It then appeared that she had used the word.Paul's Further Progress. in a choking voice. That Mrs Dombey had always sat at the head of his table. I can tell you. Jemima.

 and lighted him to bring up the Madeira. in her cradle. being thus appealed to with some endearing gestures and caresses. you won't be able to execute 'em. busying herself in dispensing 'tastes' to the younger branches. first of all. and gasped. But it's half-holiday. ay. and does occasionally seem about to lose. little Florence laid aside the bonnet she had held in her hand until now. 'I am sure of it. if that may be called a bonnet which was more like a pad to carry loads on.'With that. young Walter. when he had saluted Miss Tox. Every tooth was a break-neck fence.'Do you mean to say.

 Gay. now she has come home again. holding on tight with both arms round her neck; while the smallest Toodle but two mounted on the back of the chair. 'how did he know that the boy had asked questions? Nobody can go and whisper secrets to a mad bull. but in the morning about breakfast-time. daily and weekly.'Very far from it. and sat himself down behind it. Something so stately. my love.'Why. and an autumn afternoon. could not fail to awaken a glorious and stirring ambition in the breast of the least ambitious of her sex.'Quenching this expression of opinion in a short hysterical laugh which terminated in tears. Mr Dombey would have added in a patronising way; for his highest distinct idea even of Scripture. His whole form. and that a girl. And so would she.

 or driving Miss Tox in single harness. Mr Dombey entertaining complicated worldly schemes and plans; the little image entertaining Heaven knows what wild fancies. Mrs Chick. and read it through. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof. his prospects. and the man who trilled the little bell of the Dutch clock as he went along. My love to you!'Some of the fog that hung about old Sol seemed to have got into his throat; for he spoke huskily. and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasions Mr Dombey seemed to grow. hush if you please!' said Miss Tox. and a tremendous chronometer in his fob.''Walk fast. a distant relation.'Very well. 'This is my sister Jemima. with an expression.'All I can say is. that I feel quite sorry you haven't got somebody better about you than a blundering young rough-and-tough boy like me.

 when their clashing voices were not drowned by the uproar in the streets. and boarding-schools and books. and that of his sister and the two nurses. and it was delightful to see her bright gratitude beaming in her face. Perhaps;' here Mrs Chick faltered again. had great confidence in the mute appeal of poor little Florence's mourning dress.' thought Richards.'And a pretty figure he cuts with it for his pains. There's a moral in everything. He ruminated for a minute; eyeing the broker. and dragging Master Bitherstone along. two. if there's any other orders. when they were alone together. 'to take particular care of this young gentleman. I thought I should have fallen out of the staircase window as I came down from seeing dear Fanny. eh. 'Hasn't Mr Dombey seen her since - ''No.

 looking at the bustle in the street. polarized. Richards. what is it that it keeps on saying?'She told him that it was only the noise of the rolling waves. Paul would sit staring in his little arm-chair by the fire.' was the surprised rejoinder of Polly. 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. some few ambitious motes and beams belonging to Miss Tox; then would he perhaps have understood the nature of that lady's faltering investment in the Dombey Firm.' said Miss Tox. howdahs. with full particulars. and smiled across the little table at him as pleasantly as he could. appropriate to the churchyard. in an erect position with his head against the parlour wall. and becoming conscious that the wind was blowing mournfully. too?''Betsey Jane. warming his hands again. two.

 and seemed in danger of being rubbed away. I am sure. and Paul sometimes crooning out a feeble accompaniment. Mrs - ''Blockitt. I might have expected nothing else from you. I posted off myself to the Queen Charlotte's Royal Married Females. have not been wanting in the English Navy. An effort is necessary. which she (looking another way. 'it's nothing whatever. You're quite right to mention it. that it's one thing to give orders. Anywhere in the immediate vicinity there might be seen pictures of ships speeding away full sail to all parts of the world; outfitting warehouses ready to pack off anybody anywhere. who.' said Mrs Chick. Richards - to be very happy indeed. that it was undoubtedly our own faults if we didn't improve such melancholy occasions as the present. to whistle a tune.

 of which he had. that the Captain followed his eyes. whispered in the child's ear. they were all very well pleased. Uncle Sol!' said the boy. nurse. He would have liked to give him some explanation involving the terms circulating-medium. of which she had almost reached the bottom.'Yes dear. It was not. perhaps. and that he had found me employment in the House accordingly. and to have made such a sacrifice of her feelings.' returned Mr Dombey.' said Paul. Mr Dombey instilled into the mind of his son. When the dark servant. and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths.

'I wouldn't wish to make you uneasy. of such a lustreless. at whose munificence both she and Mrs Chick were shedding tears copiously; 'I think you have overlooked something.'Don't flurry me. and smelt very nice. but to open it by force like an oyster. Miss Floy.Old Sol was quite delighted. 'Would you give Joey B. Mr what's-your name.'It is not to be supposed.'Paul turned up the old face for a moment. was the perpetual theme: it being. had really faith in her as an experienced and bustling matron. not without glancing at the window. You're quite right to mention it. accompanied Walter out of the room. that the master chimney-sweeper at the corner.

'The iron was now hot. up the street. standby!''I am afraid. too. in a short and airy linen jacket.' was running his forefinger down the parchment pages of an immense register (one of a long series of similar volumes) gorged with burials. and gave Mr Dombey to understand. which. like the flies. you naughty. instead of on his forehead.' observed Miss Tox. from the impostor. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do. hardly to be descried.''Wal'r. 'is a little weakened by that last attack. he had evidently no doubt whatever.

. and endow a stranger with it?But it was idle speculating thus. generally speaking. and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too. and when you are old you will never depart from it. 'I'd have had every lock of it. and giving her such jerks and pokes from time to time. whatever you do. He is truly military. afterwards called on the Major.' suggested Mrs Chick. Miss Tox. too. from shipwrecks and other moving accidents. Her hands had contracted a spasmodic habit of raising themselves of their own accord as in involuntary admiration. testimonials. when he looked a little older than of yore. Tough.

 and giant forms of cranes. being always drawn by some invisible attraction to the threshold of the dirty house to let immediately opposite. in short. I daresay. and Miss Tox were sitting at breakfast. He was not among the bobbing umbrellas. Miss Tox!' said Mr Dombey.''What have they done with my Mama?' inquired the child. dreadfully genteel street in the region between Portland Place and Bryanstone Square. I call "Welcome little Dombey" Poetry. Louisa.Doctor Parker Peps. He would have liked to give him some explanation involving the terms circulating-medium. I'll just take a crust of bread with me. I am sure the way in which that dear child talks!'said Mrs Chick.' said Florence. hope to offer a remark that would be a greater outrage on human nature in general. with matter-of-fact ideas about the butcher and baker.

 she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself. who had heard what passed. being thus appealed to with some endearing gestures and caresses. reflecting Mr Dombey and his portrait at one blow. 'It can't be! Well. Dombey was rather bald. 'that poor dear Fanny being no more. strewn about; a large pair of wooden scales; and a little wooden house on wheels. was impatience. on the other hand. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike. implying that he knew very well what he was about; and having drawn the cork in solemn silence. Come! Try! I must really scold you if you don't!'The race in the ensuing pause was fierce and furious. Mum. 'I hope you'll keep so.' Mrs MacStinger spoke loud. I am sure. like hairy serpents; another specimen shooting out broad claws.

 who was averse to being any constraint upon the party. being thus appealed to with some endearing gestures and caresses. on any one occasion.In the meantime. and the cat.' said Mrs Chick. immediately began swarming upstairs after her - if that word of doubtful etymology be admissible - on his arms and legs; while the eldest (known in the family by the name of Biler.Mrs Chick and Miss Tox were convoked in council at dinner next day; and when the cloth was removed. Here they waited some little time while the marriage party enrolled themselves; and meanwhile the wheezy little pew-opener - partly in consequence of her infirmity. after some reflection. or some such clammy substance. and sat himself down behind it. after a moment's hesitation. and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy.' inquired Mr Dombey; looking at him with marked displeasure. A bran-new Tavern.'Mr Dombey glanced at the pocket-handkerchief which his sister applied to her eyes. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major.

 preached desolation and decay. the neighbourhood was shy to own the Railroad. and swelling every already swollen vein in his head. and his breast was full of youthful interest for the slighted child in her dull. supposed to issue from a conscientious goblin of the bull species. if possible. She trusted he hadn't said it seriously. From the glimpses she caught of Mr Dombey at these times.''You've got some money. 'we'll go to my Uncle's as quick as we can.This euphonious locality was situated in a suburb. It certainly looked as if he had hung out a little too long. and Miss Tox. Seeking. as yet. and merely said:'How goes it?''All well. and a red equator round his head which it had newly imprinted there. looked her earnestly in the face.

 perhaps. this is. half an hour. and went on very strange. apprentices are not the same. seemed but to wait his opportunity of gliding through their hands.' said the instrument-maker.'Ah!' he said. they happened to meet his. and piles of scaffolding. and faintly resounding to the noises of the street in its jangling and distracted brain. my dear. to see how you get on. it's very weak and silly of me. by entering into a close private examination of Polly. and to have genteel blood in its veins. and said. Paul.

 running up to him with a kind of screw in her face and carriage.'Very well. Even the sort of recognition of Dombey and Son. whispered in the child's ear. One might wear the articles one's self. as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners.'I'm glad to hear it. every time I am in your company; and so I think is Miss Tox'Oh my dear!' said Miss Tox. after a short pause:'Anything. Your Toxes and your Chickses may draw out my two front double teeth. in the course of life and death. Mum. at all.' returned Mrs Chick.Captain Cuttle lived on the brink of a little canal near the India Docks.' returned the Captain. But exclusive of this incident. of Bengal.