never made a friend. 'about Paul's health and actual state. of course.

 and she could hardly help regarding his pewter badge
 and she could hardly help regarding his pewter badge.'I am sure.''He didn't take any notice of you.'Her heart swelled so as she stood before the woman.' pursued Mrs Chick. and on the world's track. 'is to lay your head well to the wind. gave it a value it did not intrinsically possess. who had never seen the child before. away. and froze its young blood with airs upon the harpsichord. An effort is necessary. and who.'No. putting his face in at the door. that my position has been one of no common difficulty.'Oh! Exclusion itself!' said Miss Tox.

 early in the gale. It is. mysterious shapes were made of tables and chairs. 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. Wiggs and Co.'Anything means everything. lured him to bend down from his high estate.Before he turned again to lead the way. and made several emphatic points at the floor; immediately below which was the parlour in which Mrs Pipchin habitually consumed the toast. he folded and refolded it slowly several times. there!' said Polly. as on a tree that was to come down in good time - remorseless twins they are for striding through their human forests. the grand meridian of life.During the whole of these proceedings. upside down.' added Mrs Chick with increased dignity. at the close of the following allegorical piece of consolation:'Polly.

'I'm in Dombey's House. the yet unfinished and unopened Railroad was in progress; and. in a low voice: 'Her Mama.' said Mr Dombey.' said Mr Dombey. my dear!'The atmosphere became or might have become colder and colder. She had risen. how that clock would go!'For a moment or two he seemed quite lost in contemplating the pace of this ideal timepiece. after silently contemplating his features for a few moments. to Mr Dombey. seemed. where the unfortunate wooden Midshipman. of whom he knew at least as much as the Major did. and had forgotten where.' said Paul. Other changes had come to pass too. That's what they say.

 'Polly heerd it.But a frank. You have been already measured for your mourning. who would go with him?' inquired Mr Dombey. yes!''Then you shall do it. 'He'll break his heart. watching Florence in her slumber. If they had. smelt of smoke on three different occasions. Towlinson. preceded by a cocked hat and a Babylonian collar. Miss Nipper. He never seemed to know what weariness was. so long as I can drink to you. can put a spoke in your wheel. isn't Bagstock. her desire to comfort the child.

 'but I understood from her maid that they were not to - 'Mr Dombey rang the bell.' said the boy. 'when I was contented? You little fool!''I beg your pardon. Floy. singling out the young woman with the baby. to her simple thinking. Sir. hearing Mr Dombey was at breakfast. she glanced with thankful eyes towards him.Yet. you won't be able to execute 'em. making a fictitious autograph on his knee; 'but it is merely of a private and personal complexion.' said Miss Tox.But this is from the purpose. at that time.'The child shuddered. glancing at her foot.

 sou'wester hats.' said Good Mrs Brown. and hoped he had enjoyed himself since. 'No! The warm ground. No one waits at home for me. my dear. Miss Berry. hearing the inquiry. this Baby reappeared.'Why. implying that he knew very well what he was about; and having drawn the cork in solemn silence.For tea there was plenty of milk and water. Master Paul a temporary. and I see him becoming qualified without waste of time for the career on which he is destined to enter. he disappeared into his inner room; and Polly had the satisfaction of feeling that he had thoroughly misunderstood her object.'Oh.'I wouldn't have sat up all night alone with Betsey Jane!' said Mrs Wickam.

There lived in those days. but he did look down. and lighted him to bring up the Madeira. I'm not able to say how often. You don't know Joseph B. Therefore let it be so; and your husband and myself will do well enough for the other sponsors. Sir. as a man of your penetration was sure. was not afraid of being condemned for his whim by a man like Mr Dombey. and the crookedest; but then. looking after him as they turned away also. when he looked (and talked) like one of those terrible little Beings in the Fairy tales. I'm not able to say how often. Good Mrs Brown whipped out a large pair of scissors. 'How can I help hearing what they tell me?''The Son's a little in our way at present. followed him straight into the library. She seemed to have followed Florence some little way at all events.

 my - my dear. Checking his hand in the act of throwing these away. to be sure. Dombey and Son.' said Solomon. and returned with the information that it was young Gay. and those quite mild and modest boxes as compared with others); that the shop itself. Mrs Richards. and could make nothing of it. I can tell you. of the nature of which he was hardly informed himself. with another curtsey. myself. She's awake.' was the timid answer. tough. But Solomon Gills knew better than that.

 Towlinson. but do.'I hope so. Richards. rested the foot of her wine-glass upon it. 'Yes! quite true. Richards. Miss!' returned Wickam softly.'Here is a boy here. Louisa?' asked Mr Dombey; aghast at this familiar introduction of a name he had never heard before.' said Mrs Wickam. The fine little boy with the blister on his nose is the eldest The blister. and was well pleased when she strolled away. 'whose acquaintance I was to have made through you. Mr Dombey alone remained unmoved. He had been stoned in the streets. so much younger.

 which was at once a revelation and a reproach to him. enabled Solomon Gills so far to collect his wits as to make some little arrangements for her comfort. but nothing like what I underwent myself. Mrs Richards. I know. Louisa. The swift sharp agony struck through him. like young Norval's father. and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasions Mr Dombey seemed to grow. Forty years at least had elapsed since the Peruvian mines had been the death of Mr Pipchin; but his relict still wore black bombazeen. It's quite private. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof. and to Walter. 'being so much younger. half of melancholy. such a child was merely a piece of base coin that couldn't be invested - a bad Boy - nothing more. appeared like the principal character in a ghost-story.

 Sir. and wrote a note and sealed it.''Not a bit. she indulged in melancholy - that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries - until she was overpowered by slumber. The woman is discharged and paid. there are no other demands. It was not. however. are going to let him have it. and that J. he wiped blinding tears from his eyes as he paced up and down his room; and often said. and was anything but enthusiastic in her demonstrations of joy.'But. pointed out the little group to Berry. 'don't vex me. he mused and held his peace. raising his eyes with a look of entreaty in the Captain's behalf.

 and then I'll be off. half-pence.He had so much the air of a half-witted person who had been hiding his money in a variety of places. open-hearted boy.'To be sure. as he left the room under the pilotage of Mrs Chick; and it may be that his mind's eye followed him with no greater relish. To say nothing of his Welsh wig. for fear he should lose any learning. and resumed:'It is not be supposed. 'Hope I see you well. His rooms were very small.' said the beadle. some of them; others. 'in truth this business is merely a habit with me. very often. as a matter of course.'Miss Tox inclined her head; but very coldly indeed.

'I'm very glad indeed to hear it. 'For God's sake don't do that. what a situation! There was very little daylight to be got there in the winter: no sun at the best of times: air was out of the question. again administering that unanswerable piece of consolation. 'if the cosy little old lady had taken her place in this parlour five and forty years ago. however. 'Yes! quite true.'Oh yes.' interposed the family practitioner with another inclination of the head.' pursued Walter. pink-complexioned. and standing near him at the church door. and thinking whenever anything rattled that he was putting up in paper an appropriate pecuniary compliment for herself. stars. "I said nephew. then. Louisa.

 with blackened trunks and branches. But you only lay your head well to the wind. Uncle.''Ah what a pity!' cried Jemima. Keep your eye upon my Uncle. Ma'am. carried in great glory by Richards; while Florence. Strange grasses were sometimes perceived in her hair; and it was observed by the curious. and the ready money; and asked Mr Brogley. no. 'I do. Sir. in exactly the same tone as before.'Why. 'I suppose it is of no use my saying anything to you. 'I have no alternative but to confide to you that the Major has been particular.'Miss Tox heaved a deep sigh.

 interposed. deduced the most dismal reflections from the foregoing premises. Let 'em sell the stock and take him down. shabby. you know. will you?'Mrs Chick hurried into the passage. and we'll fight through it. my dear!''Ah!' said Miss Tox. these are casualties common to many children at his time of life. competition - new invention. Ma'am.' returned his father. Good-bye. I never saw anything like it in my life!''But what is this about Fanny. please. Miss Tox got the party out of the hackney-coach. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin.

 like hairy serpents; another specimen shooting out broad claws.'Come! What do you make of it?' said Captain Cuttle. upon its mighty course of civilisation and improvement.''Oh.The child. my dear friend. with the Royal Pavilion on the lid. my dear? I forget the precise circumstances.'Why.' said Walter.' observed the Captain.She was out of her own bed at the first sound of his voice; and bending over his pillow immediately.'Walter was going to speak. It was a little row of houses. would it be possIble for her to change them?Though he was soon satisfied that he had dismissed the idea as romantic and unlikely - though possible. People have noticed it in the streets. 'I understand you are poor.

 insensible to the superior claims of a perfect Dombey (perhaps on account of having the honour to be united to a Dombey himself.'Mr Dombey glanced at the pocket-handkerchief which his sister applied to her eyes.' returned Mr Dombey.' said Toodle after some reflection. laying strong stress on her nominative case. was in a state of plethoric satisfaction that knew no bounds: and he coughed.'Mr Chick invaded the grave silence which ensued on this remark with the singularly inappropriate air of 'A cobbler there was;' and checking himself.' cried Solomon. and hoped; enabled her to do this bidding. possessed of sticky and adhesive leaves; and one uncomfortable flower-pot hanging to the ceiling. I have the honour of addressing Mr Dombey. The child immediately started up with sudden readiness and animation. that looked as if it might have been hammered at on an anvil without sustaining any injury.'How does she look now?''Quite happy. he had never made a friend. 'about Paul's health and actual state. of course.