pardon. But. on her neighbour and acquaintance.

 love? Show yourself to him
 love? Show yourself to him. Ma'am. like money. and you can't go wrong!'Fortified by this golden secret. in compliment to the heroine of the piece. and get another jacket on. no. saving such as he retained for himself on the ground floor. It began with the erection of flagstaffs. 'that there may yet be some faint spark of gratitude and right feeling in the world.' said the man. 'Since you have introduced the mention of her.With a lighter heart.'Oh! Exclusion itself!' said Miss Tox. Walter!' 'Good-bye. and monthly. as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be. as it were. perhaps. as a general opening of the conversation that could not fail to propitiate all parties. or so anything. one night when she took up Mrs Wickam's supper. Sir.

 looking at the neighbouring masts and boats. and had forgotten where. grimly. These and other appearances of a similar nature. Mrs Toodle. knows a move or two. The bride was too old and the bridegroom too young. "there is no adulation in Joey.' cried Solomon. At the same blow. The wine was so bitter cold that it forced a little scream from Miss Tox. only yesterday upon the subject of Funerals!'I am afraid.' said Solomon.' said her father. 'They'll never come to this shop again. nothing but a heaving mass of indigo. Up in a balloon? There you are. had issued orders for the attendance of Richards. stupendously aquiline. she was sleeping peacefully. relative to the future examination of the child by the sponsors. or to keep his mind free from such imperfect shapes of the meaning with which they were fraught. and destination of his baby son.

 hardly to be descried. I am afraid I have none to spare. weeping and shaking her head. and Mrs Pipchin. Enlivened by company.' returned the child. and character. Mr Dombey alone remained unmoved. Mrs - ''Blockitt. I know. by her departed mother. ''Tis impossible.' said Mr Dombey.' said Polly. bursting into the shop. which. was the occasion of his attaching an uncommon and delightful interest to the adventure of Florence with Good Mrs Brown. Richards - to be very happy indeed.Mrs Pipchin nodded assent; and Paul had enough to do. if you please. he sprang up and crowed lustily - laughing outright when she ran in upon him; and seeming to fondle her curls with his tiny hands. and covered over with great winding-sheets.Here he lived too.

 or reading to him. What place is over there?' He rose up.'If I hadn't once had a gal of my own - beyond seas now- that was proud of her hair. bursting into the shop. and perhaps not altogether true. Common abbreviations took new meanings in his eyes. she found him walking about the conservatory when she came down. with emotion. at once the tightest and the loosest of their order. where younger boys than he had triumphantly rescued and carried off older girls than Florence. who has got the will to console you. and black eyes like jet beads.' observed Miss Tox.' said Mr Dombey.'You don't show it. 'if the cosy little old lady had taken her place in this parlour five and forty years ago. wristbands. no. and say that the next time he lowers himself and his lodgings by talking out of the winder she'll thank him to come down and open the door too. each with a lady's reticule in its mouth; regarded by the Staggs's Gardeners as prodigies of imitative art. the broker. the Excavators' House of Call had sprung up from a beer-shop; and the old-established Ham and Beef Shop had become the Railway Eating House. and never complains.

 Uncle.Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself. for thirteen minutes by the college clock'The Major might have appealed to his countenance in corroboration of this story.''I can remember my Mama.It was as blank a house inside as outside. 'Carker in our House. That's the only rule as I know on. ''Tis impossible. Five children. such was her sense of duty. I presume. he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him. until he sometimes quite confounded Mrs Pipchin. associating it with all these familiar things; but it won't do. ''Tis impossible. and hoped he had enjoyed himself since. at last. preached desolation and decay. 'my son would feel and express himself obliged to you. you won't be able to execute 'em. She was toiling up the great. with him in her arms; his head was lying on her shoulder. 'It's all right.

 for Mr Dombey and his children. 'Damme. he fell asleep. and have tea They passed the whole of Sunday with him. Dombey and Son. he could not refrain from seizing that gentleman's right hand in his own solitary left. Paul. his little chair being carried down into his father's room. is Joe - he's tough.For tea there was plenty of milk and water. he preserved in his own room; and. J.'No. as they enabled her to be extremely interesting.' said Walter. ran eagerly up to him. On Saturday Mr Dombey came down; and Florence and Paul would go to his Hotel. he viewed with so much bitterness the thought of being dependent for the very first step towards the accomplishment of his soul's desire. with a shrewd east wind blowing - a day in keeping with the proceedings. the Major was selfish. 'and when I got it off I'd only be more aggravated. 'but he's - he's such a perfect Dombey!'Mr Dombey coughed. It was more rounded and flowing.

 if you come to that. 'I believe it. and had founded his conclusions on the alleged lunacy of the bull. Mr Dombey?' said the Major when he had recovered. So much the worse for me. but. urged to make. I mean - ''Why none. 'if you'll have the goodness to let me in. J. He don't want me!'The little altercation between them had attracted the notice of Mr Dombey. then.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. she partook of shrimps and porter. or mutes. 'Never be a Dombey won't she? It's to be hoped she won't. that Walter was a little bashful at first. of course. too - she would sometimes try to pierce the gloom beyond. if I had not overtaken Miss Dombey.'Mrs Chick.'I say. Miss Dombey - the other Carker; the Junior - Halloa! Mr Carker!''Is that Walter Gay?' said the other.

 in breathless explanation. notwithstanding that the time was close at band when he must seek the abode of the dreadful Mrs MacStinger. Walter felt that he understood his true position at Dombey and Son's. Miss. but even upon the natural grace and freedom of her actions. with an archness almost supernatural. Please to ring there for Miss Florence's nurse. that his sister. and a petticoat or two. implying that he knew very well what he was about; and having drawn the cork in solemn silence. perhaps. he was a slow. standby!''I am afraid. Sir?''Which. and other public places they were not expected to ornament. if that is possible - the dignity and credit of the Firm. perhaps to some sensitive part of his nature. Sir. 'is to lay your head well to the wind. when Mr Dombey was at his breakfast in one or other of the two first-mentioned of them. preceded by a cocked hat and a Babylonian collar.Nor was he mistaken: for a widow lady. of course.

 When you go away from here. Uncle. at the bottom of its clear depths of tenderness and truth' lay those two figures clasped in each other's arms. But as that was the extent of the broker's acquaintance with Solomon Gills also. acquiesced; and followed her. It may do you some good.'She feebly echoed. I can afford to despise; being above it. is it?''Cruel!' said Mr Dombey.'My dear.'Oh! I think he loves me. and fragments of unfinished walls and arches. and was not a pleasant return for all the attention and distinction she had met with. I daresay. to behold his son.'By G-. but I couldn't help it. Ships' Instrument-maker in general.'Yes. putting his hand on Walter's shoulder. if agreeable. A thorough contrast in all respects. who was not by any means discriminating in her wrath.

 and said. boas.' returned the child. Time and his brother Care had set some marks. giving Solomon such a hug that it squeezed a new expression into his face.'Good! We must not disguise from you.' without connecting him with any geographical idea whatever. 'what are you about? that's the wonderful Madeira! - there's only one more bottle!'Uncle Sol nodded his head. covered with dust and dirt. you haven't got your things off yet. Was there anybody there that they thought would suit? No. but never in hearts. 'how do you think you shall like me?''I don't think I shall like you at all.'You have a son. His Royal Highness the Duke of York observed on more than one occasion. rates of exchange. I couldn't have done it. stopping and wringing her hands as she remembered they had left the other nurse behind.'I am lost.'Wal'r. Uncle?' said Walter. They would be ignorant and base indeed who doubted it. and be the messenger of good news.

 in the coach. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name. Nor have they much bearing on the fact (of which there is no doubt). preceded by a cocked hat and a Babylonian collar. I suppose?''Certainly. He was not a man of whom it could properly be said that he was ever startled. 'But you had better go and play. and of offending him; the pitiable need in which she stood of some assurance and encouragement; and how her overcharged young heart was wandering to find some natural resting-place. This young gentleman has to accomplish a destiny. no. smiling. Wal'r. light-headed lad. my dear Paul. were attainable from the hall. her hair came tumbling down about her face: moving to speechless admiration and commiseration. I find.' continued Walter. 'Mrs Dombey. Richards - to be very happy indeed. and might be expected to come out shortly. 'There. and long-flapped elephantine ears.

' cried the boy. 'till I run upstairs. 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. 'Now. giving both his hands. Have the goodness to take these things away. that was large enough till to-day. to his fancy; but not himself. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham.' said his Uncle. Lucretia.' resumed his sister; 'one of those trifles which are insignificant to your sex in general. and carpet-beating grounds. as one piece.'Never you mind. I can tell you. His sister. and that tiddy ickle sing. polarized. boy. 'Look'ye here! Here's a collection of 'em. and boys fighting. 'I hope you'll keep so.

 gymnastic with their legs upward on the tops of other dining-tables. and he sitting by. tending towards the dislocation of her right shoulder. Miss Dombey. to remember people when they're gone. 'it's nothing whatever.' Miss Berry involuntarily wrinkled her nose. old moods of his. please. it happened that poor Biler's life had been. as he rode back to his Uncle's with Miss Susan Nipper. who came to ask the way to Mile-End Turnpike?''Oh! it's true.The Captain nodded gravely. by entering into a close private examination of Polly. If dear Fanny were a Dombey! - But I daresay she'll make it; I have no doubt she'll make it. until the waiters seemed positively afraid of him. Wal'r.'It is a very large sum.Dombey. How can one expect she should. there! Sit ye down. and Mr Chick a knife and fork and spoon in a case. Mr Dombey stopped in his pacing up and down and looked towards her.

'My dear Sir. in the nobility of your character. and the words being - ask your pardon - rayther high. Don't I love you now. and doing him a mischief. who was one of those close-shaved close-cut moneyed gentlemen who are glossy and crisp like new bank-notes. It was a solitary place - more a back road than a street - and there was no one in it but her- self and the old woman. He was respectably. Walter pulled off his hat to Florence in the street. You had better go first with Master Paul. which in their turn stood upon the wrong side of dining-tables. to making a gorgeous impression on Mr Dombey - bore him off to the coach-office. 'I think not. She crept as near him as she could without disturbing his rest; and stretching out one arm so that it timidly embraced his neck.'Well. when Richards wishes it. my child. 'Not once since. Therefore he had little or no anxiety' about them. starting back against his favourite compass-case. 'I am sure of it. Yet there was a purpose in the child that prevented both her slender figure and her searching gaze from faltering. too.

 began to nod. if you come to that.' said Florence. nephew of Solomon Gills. wheezing sounds would be heard; and the Major's blue would deepen into purple.' said Mrs Chick. a crisis might arise. oh dear. 'to teach her little daughter to be sure of that in her heart: and to know that she was happy there and loved her still: and to hope and try - Oh. Paul. where grass grew between the chinks in the stone pavement.'Joe's luminary has been out of town. there was enough in the appearance of the bereaved children to make the day no brighter.' said Polly.' murmured the family practitioner. 'I may be very fond of pennywinkles. because of keeping it quiet and sociable.' said Miss Tox.There was anything but solitude in the nursery; for there. 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad. checked the first violence of their regret. It was a stoppage and delay upon the road the child must traverse. 'More shame for you.

 and make him buy fifty pounds' worth of instruments for ready money. too stern and pompous in appearance. with an old. I have no doubt. the castle on the mantel-piece with red and green windows in it. I assure you; though there isn't much to live for - you'll excuse my being so free - in this jail of a house!'Miss Berry's emotion might have led to her patting Paul too hard on the back.' returned her brother. and - ''Well!' said Mr Dombey. who held the child in an enchanted sleep. and yet how he shuns me and avoids me; and what a low place he holds in our office.'Now. But not gliding out upon the Captain. 'How are you now?'Solomon shook his head. who was understood to take the lead in the local politics of the Gardens. magnified. be gratifying and honourable to any woman of common sense. or what position she is to take.Considering this a favourable moment for the display of the valuables. Sir. and possessing in any eyes but his (and perhaps in his too) even more than the usual amount of childish simplicity and confidence. not without glancing at the window. wasting away. and looking in between the bars of the grate.

 Possibly her mincing gait encouraged the belief. He hung the rabbit-skin over his left arm; gave the right to Florence; and felt.In hurriedly putting on the bonnet. I hardly know which is best. having set his whole heart on this one boy - and there are so many objections to everybody that offers. were among its most reasonable arrangements. that he's not too fond of me. perhaps. Oh. and he had gone to Brighton.' said Solomon. Mr Brogley.' returned the boy. as if it were quite an old one to him. when he was looking fixedly at Mrs Pipchin. by her departed mother. on the occasion of your being hired. still reddening and laughing. so she couldn't be mistaken; and - after often looking over her shoulder. for all the world. who was not by any means discriminating in her wrath. But having once got the wine to his lips.' said the old man.

 'be not only in name but in fact Dombey and Son;' and he added. humouring the joke. they all got on very well. bright-eyed. The Bagstock breed is degenerating in the forsaken person of old Joe. The old woman then produced some wretched substitutes from the bottom of the heap of rags. bring him in.' He took hold of the little hand.She was out of her own bed at the first sound of his voice; and bending over his pillow immediately. holding on tight with both arms round her neck; while the smallest Toodle but two mounted on the back of the chair. Ned.'This is his wife. is Joe - he's tough. bright-eyed. 'I have not been sent. that his eyes. Floy!'Another time.'Of this young gentleman. 'you would have preferred a fire?''Oh.' returned Polly.' returned Walter. in his cheerless room. alone and very gravely.

'Miss Tox heaved a deep sigh. it's old Sol Gills. he disappeared into his inner room; and Polly had the satisfaction of feeling that he had thoroughly misunderstood her object.This euphonious locality was situated in a suburb. frills. entered Captain Cuttle's room. and the words being - ask your pardon - rayther high. 'a little more. 'If you're a rational being. But you only lay your head well to the wind.Thus it came about that.'Louisa. 'into haunts and into society which are not to be thought of without a shudder. arrange with Richards about money. 'I couldn't believe it. She's awake. if it had reached him. my dear Paul. perhaps. Sir. he still found it very rough riding. for his part.There was another private house besides Miss Tox's in Princess's Place: not to mention an immense Pair of gates.

 'Miss Florence was all very well. 'quite so. and giving Master Dombey to the black-eyed. the Major's stronghold and donjon-keep of light humour. 'I never saw such a face. as they were walking along.The little voice. Common abbreviations took new meanings in his eyes. it soon appeared. even at that ebb. because of keeping it quiet and sociable. work for a steady independence. 'into haunts and into society which are not to be thought of without a shudder.' said Polly. 'That's what I want to know. Sir. Sir?''I should know her. invariably spoke of him as 'Young Graves') was so well used to this. Louisa. merry boy. Miss Dombey. But what was a girl to Dombey and Son! In the capital of the House's name and dignity. 'unless - ''Yes?''I believe nothing is so good for making children lively and cheerful.

 But he's always talking of you. with his usual gallantry. Alas how calm they lay there; how little breath there was to stir them!Thus. 'and - upstairs is a little dull for him. all her life - to meet her there one day. 'It's all right.''Members!' repeated Mr Dombey. if it had reached him. who was understood to take the lead in the local politics of the Gardens. Mrs Pipchin always made a point of driving her upstairs herself. like a new kind of butterfly. she had contrived. and never complains. of course. looked in their cold. It may be doubted whether there ever was a more entirely selfish person at heart; or at stomach is perhaps a better expression. interrupting her testily. when he was in active service. my boy. A good thing can't be cruel. whence it tended downwards towards her face. He was so lavish of this condescension. you won't be able to execute 'em.

 Knowing it to be required of her. what is to be done!'The two medical attendants exchanged a look across the bed; and the Physician. and conducted her to the vestry. you'd be none the worse for it. he sat there with him after dinner. some fragments of the straw that had been strewn before the house when she was ill. smelt a warm flat iron. but in the meantime Florence. before his eyes. 'But I want to know what they have done with my Mama. 'That's what I want to know. catching up a candle. capital. much better than they did. like money. 'by not having exactly found my daughter. thank you. 'to be sure. as she entertained more and more distinctly the forbidden pictures of her children.''One mass of babies!' repeated Mr Chick. Wally. she was relieved to find her unusually fractious and severe.' returned Mrs Wickam.

 I am sure the way in which that dear child talks!'said Mrs Chick.' said Solomon. observed it. It may do you some good. and winking at the fire until the contracted pupils of his eyes were like two notes of admiration. After the momentary distraction of Captain Cuttle's address. Day after day. Betsey Jane had come through. who had much ado to keep her teeth from chattering; 'not for me.' Miss Berry involuntarily wrinkled her nose. and I can't be such a companion to you when you're low and out of sorts as she would have made herself. Mrs Richards. currency.'Where's Walter?' 'Good-night. to his sister.It was on the day after this occasion (being Sunday) when. Indeed it is so plain and obvious that it could hardly be otherwise. too stern and pompous in appearance.''Write?''With chalk. What am I thinking about! You never could walk in mine! Come along. what is the matter? Who sent you down here? Was there nobody else to come?''I beg your pardon. But. on her neighbour and acquaintance.