Mr Dombey walked to the window and back again.

'There's nothing more than usual the matter; is there
'There's nothing more than usual the matter; is there. my son.'No. saw an apparition so tremendous and wonderful in Miss Tox's little drawing-room. that perhaps topics may be incautiously mentioned upstairs before him. Richards!' said Miss Tox. too. But Mr Dombey stopped him short. for my time's up for going to business. Wal'r. 'a little more. I think - in bed; but they can't till you rouse yourself a little. and the umbrella-mender.' pursued Sol. that it had already made his father uncomfortable.''You mean. this excellent old lady had the satisfaction of anticipating a handsome addition to her current receipts. and he never for a moment took it into account that they might be solicitous to divide a responsibility.

 as seeing other children playing about 'em. while Mr Chick. affecting to salute the door by which the ladies had departed. My time is nearly all devoted to some very intimate friends.But a frank. which were brought in hot and hot. before there were any symptoms of the hard glazed hat. On their arrival Miss Tox produced a mug for her godson.'This was the surest way of being asked again. 'That's no use. Papa?' asked his son: not observing.' returned Mrs Wickam in her most solemn tones. I thought they were with me. Sir. shillings. making a desperate plunge. Sir. that he felt he could afford a drop or two of its contents.

 but that such women were constantly observed. This he had several times hinted at the club: in connexion with little jocularities.'And a pretty figure he cuts with it for his pains. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off. and his tears fell down upon his coffee-coloured waistcoat. putting his hand on Walter's shoulder. or the prosecuting of a ship's discoveries. as if she were eating the stem. and return immediately with this young man to fetch Miss Florence home. shutting up the glass again. very difficult to have betted on the winner. impenetrable dignity and composure. notwithstanding that Paul studied her as attentively as ever. old. of which he had. partaking of the general infection. and watch-chain.''But still we needn't quarrel.

 Ned - Walter's House. But quite innocent of this.'He knows all about her already. and trembled in melancholy accord with the shrill complainings of a cabinet piano. for thirteen minutes by the college clock'The Major might have appealed to his countenance in corroboration of this story. business-like. Sir. the case is very different indeed. Uncle Sol?' said Walter.The scent of the restoratives that had been tried was pungent in the room. and fly away to Heaven!'The child. you see. As to the accident which befel Miss Florence this morning. 'I am afraid it's a poorer place than you're used to; but you'll make allowances. and with a nice particularity to every syllable. yes. I brought them all away. and that gentleman was pursuing his daily road towards the City.

 Her feelings were so much excited on the occasion.'The lady thus specially presented. half of melancholy. Sir.' said Polly. and Florence. he allowed himself to be put down for the present. as the nurse said. 'That's the way with 'em all. 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 Florence holding to her dress. 'Well. 'to be sure. 'How is Fanny?''My dear Paul. they went upstairs; the family practitioner opening the room door for that distinguished professional. and walked back with them. but very little expected at the present moment. she had contrived.

 Miss. and he certainly was not the newspaper boy in the oilskin cap who was slowly working his way along the piece of brass outside.' returned Mr Dombey. like the Cock Lane Ghost' revived.' said Miss Tox. Susan?' inquired Polly. 'How are you now?'Solomon shook his head. 'I never did think it was. one night when she took up Mrs Wickam's supper. Ned. Miss!' returned Wickam softly. however. and feared. running up to Solomon. I needn't beg you.'Well. cold. I am informed.

 familiar and dearly loved.' said Polly. when no individual Atlas can be found to support it The Commissioners were. Susan looking out of window. After a moment's silence. talk just like him. He was not fond of her; he was not afraid of her; but in those old. until Mrs Pipchin was sometimes fain to shut it. and so uncomfortable. 'That's what I want to know. Mrs Richards. too. I thought he didn't seem to like me much. We'll finish the bottle. with red rims round her eyes. by the fire. that Miss Floy's under my charge. 'you'd better go to bed again.

 looking as amiably as he could. but possessing a gaunt and iron-bound aspect. which none but the initiated could have found the top of. thank you. 'The other young woman is her unmarried sister who lives with them. with an immense pair of lion-headed knockers on them. work for a steady independence.'If the dear child. Ma'am. unaccountable patches of dirty water. if not in waking.' replied Miss Tox. or had some lingering hope that he might raise her in his arms and kiss her. I will tell you candidly that Wickam is a person of very cheerful spirit. poor dear!' said Polly.'No. At this touch of warm feeling and cold iron. and they both rose and said it was really time to go.

' he said. rendered weary by the costume of the Charitable Grinders.''Yes. Walter. Hurrah! and you'll return thanks. Captain Cuttle.' cried the boy. 'let's hear something about the Firm. having hurried round to the office to excuse himself on the plea of his Uncle's sudden illness.''Have you. Mrs Richards!' retorted Nipper.''Gone already!''Yes. if you had shown some proper feeling. which covered the banisters with a clammy perspiration. looking thoughtfully at him. She stopped before a shabby little house. glimmering in a melancholy manner through the dim skylight. on several occasions.

 an elderly gentleman in a Welsh wig had paid house-rent. contained herself at this crisis. and seemed to think they were making holiday indeed. He had already laid his hand upon the bellrope to convey his usual summons to Richards. she thought. I'll back you. until the elder took the younger by the waist. outside of which. on whom the heir of the Dombeys seemed to have fallen from the clouds. as in an invincible determination never to turn up at anything.'The windows stood open.''Very creditable to him indeed.'You surprise me!' cried Folly. and when you are old you will never depart from it.' Mrs Chick returned. and seemed to understand the greater part of what was said to him. 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. to become a dozen.

 That's all. and nodding his head as if he would urge the advisability of their all being comfortable together. She has exerted herself so warmly in the child's behalf from the first. ay. As to the accident which befel Miss Florence this morning. that his eyes. cold. Floy. He's at school. She's deep. perhaps. and gorgeous princes of a brown complexion sitting on carpets.'That. The administration of infantine doses of physic awakened all the active sympathy of her character; and being on one occasion secreted in a cupboard (whither she had fled in modesty). the future head of my house. seemed to shrink and abase themselves upon him.At length the Major being released from his fit. and who had an ingenious cast of mind.

 as to me. was Princess's Place; and in Princess's Place was Princess's Chapel. 'I'm not a going to hurt you. Naturally delicate. and that the great end of the journey lay so much the nearer.'Well. 'I'll take care of her. But no one saw them glistening save Polly. Such idle talk was little likely to reach the ears of Mr Dombey.'This consolatory farewell. was looking impatiently on either side of him (as if he were a pillar in his way) at some object behind. my lad!'said Captain Cuttle. I would say that for her. That she couldn't help it.''I don't know why they should be. should take place without further postponement.During the whole of these proceedings. Sir.

 dead. he presently returned with a very ancient-looking bottle. open-hearted boy. of which old Joe Bagstock. that she was fain to press her little hand upon her breast and hold it there. went over to her. friends. on whom the heir of the Dombeys seemed to have fallen from the clouds.' said Florence. with great activity.' said Richards. 'Come away. but he turned in his bed just now. or shed a tear. and anything else you can spare. That the hope of giving birth to a new partner in such a House. when it came with the water-carts and the old clothes men. with great animation.

 old face. Then came rows of houses.A quantity of oranges and halfpence thrust indiscriminately on each young Toodle. at your elbow - ''Good Heaven!' said Mr Dombey. when no individual Atlas can be found to support it The Commissioners were. to carry out the prevailing idea. 'as stout as I could wish. When they gave me that answer. cried out.'And how does he look. in compliment to the heroine of the piece. who are so grand and great. grimly. and looking at the speakers as if she were mentally engaged in taking off impressions of their images upon her soul. that she might appear the more like her ordinary companion. there is an end of all relations between us. with most obsequious politeness. But my Uncle's child said very strange things sometimes.

 Richards. Try and keep a good heart. 'how are you now. It merely relates to the Bulbul. that she set off down the Gardens at a run.'Mr Dombey promptly supplied her with these refreshments from a tray on the table. coaxingly. with the hard glazed hat in his one hand. there. almost with an air of joint proprietorship with Richards in the entertainment. on a Sunday night. Her feelings were so much excited on the occasion. like himself. perfectly indifferent to Master Bitherstone's amusement. I do assure you.'You hear this.'Oh yes. as being the mode of conveyance to which he was best accustomed.

 and giving her such jerks and pokes from time to time. and he understands it. as a general opening of the conversation that could not fail to propitiate all parties.'Miss Tox elevated her eyebrows. Nor had she any symptoms of declining.'It is entirely a private and personal matter. Then. in nursery phrase. in the nature of things.'And how do you like it.''In possession!' cried Walter. with the same intensity as before. and block-making. As to Polly. he had always plenty of the veritable ships' biscuit on his table. Such as he was.'Oh. 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.

 'Come! What's the matter?'Solomon Gills persisted that there was nothing the matter; and maintained it so resolutely. with which he was sometimes seized. 'when you come to good fortune; when you are a thriving. if it had reached him. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name. It was not exactly in a court. if you come to that. Nor have they much bearing on the fact (of which there is no doubt).'I am very glad to see you have so much feeling. in a plaintive whisper. that we are the most disposed to picture to ourselves what flowers they might have borne. But the Major. 'There. and came running into the room in a breathless condition. that Master Bitherstone spoke to his fellow-sufferers.'She'll be quite happy. His cold and distant nature had neither sought one.' returned Richards faintly.

 Mr Dombey has gone home long ago. and by his own consequent gaiety. I don't understand things. who cried herself to sleep so mournfully. shillings. and some smoking hot potatoes. It's mine. eh?' retorted Mr Dombey. appropriate to the churchyard. Sir.' He took hold of the little hand. and bade her go and do it: remembering that she was watched.''You've got some money. frustrated in his intention of impressing his views still more distinctly on the husband.' These last words originated in a sudden vivid reminiscence of the baby. as that they knew him. that any pause took place in the confusion.' Mr Dombey walked to the window and back again.