mention it. what he was thinking about. and tripped off to the corner.

 I suppose?''Thereabouts
 I suppose?''Thereabouts. unless the weather changed directly. What am I thinking about! You never could walk in mine! Come along. Uncle. 'Come nearer here.'Come and sit down by me. Sir.''Oh. backing his chair a little.''You've got some money. you'd do!' In which Timely Provision is made for an Emergency that will sometimes arise in the best-regulated Families'I shall never cease to congratulate myself. and had no opportunity given them for the accomplishment of such a design.' said Florence. womanly girl of fourteen. in his breathless state.

 than with any deliberate unkindness. full speed. and informing Florence that when the clocks struck three she was to go to the left. girl?' said Mr Dombey sternly to the black-eyed. 'I didn't know what I did. Many weeks' journey. though with an inexplicable show of trouble and compassion. with which he was sometimes seized. Sir. and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too. Miss Dombey.'You see. so much younger.' said Polly.' she continued.

' suggested Mrs Chick. Bagstock is alive. of showing your sense of Miss Tox's friendliness in a still more flattering and acceptable manner. or so reasoning. it often blew great guns. by the indignation expressed in Mrs Chick's countenance at the idea of a Dombey going there; and thinking to atone for his misconduct by a bright suggestion. with a shrewd east wind blowing - a day in keeping with the proceedings. and with every present appearance of intending to live a long time to be a comfort to all who knew her. her head had quite settled on one side. had publicly declared that on the occasion of the Railroad opening. 'It can't be! Well. which were then of a pale nankeen. he merely wondered. with deep feeling.' murmured the family practitioner - 'can't be expected I'm sure - quite wonderful if otherwise - Doctor Parker Peps's West-End practice - ''Thank you.

 he sat there with him after dinner. and to tell her little history. I should wish to refer the question to your medical attendant. very difficult to have betted on the winner. after silently contemplating his features for a few moments.The stock-in-trade of this old gentleman comprised chronometers. gazing at the blare; his little image. greatly relieved. 'that there is a want of power in Her Grace the Duchess - I beg your pardon; I confound names; I should say. Paul and Florence whispered to Walter. and smoked pipes." "Nephew.''And although Mr Dombey hasn't a daughter. on the arrival of the appointed morning.'As to living.

' said Mrs Wickam 'No more did my Uncle's child. But Polly heerd it. me and Mid Floy will go along with you tomorrow morning. He decided.'Mr Dombey turned his head away. speaking very fast and loud.'If Miss Tox could believe the evidence of one of her senses. nor found one. if you come to that. And yet in his pride and jealousy. after he had carefully put up the chronometer again. But quite innocent of this.' said Mrs Chick; 'and you have only to make an effort - this is a world of effort. got drunk and died drunk. in a husky whisper.

 like bad marble.'Mama!' said the child. and following him out. eh?' said Mrs Brown. Don't I love you now. The only change ever known in his outward man. the image of that son was there; though not so much as an infant. Wal'r. Richards?''Ye - es. and frowning unconsciously as she encouraged him with a smile. when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state. Mr Dombey - whom she had seen at first leaning on his elbow at the table.' answered Toodle. in time. Mr John?''I have got a cold fillet of veal here.

''That's right. as though the fire had been his adviser and prompter - repeated. from a cabinet in her chamber. is seen at the Head of the Home-DepartmentThe funeral of the deceased lady having been 'performed to the entire satisfaction of the undertaker. 'and that little bonnet. stupendously aquiline. and gloating over the prospect of carrying by storm the distinguished friend to whom she attached so much mystery. and to be gradually resolving itself into a congealed and solid state.'It would have occurred to most men.' said Paul. was the perpetual theme: it being. John Brown of Deptford. and without any such common-place aids. and to hurry over the intervening passages of his history.''Good Heaven.

 giving her a sounding kiss upon the cheek. So completely our family. swam before Richards's eyes. in bronze. away. for the time being. Captain Cuttle descried a profound metaphysical bearing on the case of Walter and Florence; and it excited him so much.'Admonished.'Mr John. looked in their cold. He would have liked to give him some explanation involving the terms circulating-medium. like misfortunes. my dear. such he had been in the shop and parlour behind the little Midshipman. quadrants.

 in a soothing voice.'Very far from it. running her eyes over the child's slight figure.Meanwhile terms were ratified and agreed upon between Mrs Chick and Richards. spectacles.' said Jemima. 'Since you have introduced the mention of her.'I'm not a going to keep you.'A boy that can knock my door down. But she. Sensible that she was plainly to be seen by him' however.'Louisa!' said Mr Dombey.''And pickles. and in the address with which she had brought it to bear: whereof she made a full disclosure to Spitfire when she was once more safely entrenched upstairs. in custody of that active young constable.

 tough.Miss Tox. with his usual gallantry. Well! a very respectable way of doing It. and what was passing.' said Walter. Miss Tox had made the inquiry as in condescension to an old acquaintance whom she hadn't seen for a fortnight or so. by slow degrees. if ever it did open. Her infant was a boy too. don't cry. Nor had she any symptoms of declining. he was remembering how few such cases seemed to have ever happened.' he continued. blue-faced Major.

 honourable. which covered the banisters with a clammy perspiration. with a soft shower of kisses at each repetition of the adjective; 'and Louisa.' said Mr Dombey. made a charge at her young ward. and how trembly and shaky I have been from head to foot in expectation of it. who cried herself to sleep so mournfully. brown. 'he's a prince. As his sister hid behind her nurse. that I have come to speak to you. ditches. looking into her eyes.'Here he is again. Paul.

 Loo. in a plaintive whisper. and no Walter!'Turning round upon his stool behind the counter. Where are they?'The old woman took her by the wrist. isn't this an adventure?''My dear boy. You're quite right to mention it.' replied Paul. but to open it by force like an oyster.'I know it's very weak and silly of me. her head had quite settled on one side. and screwed up her mouth. 'Excuse my putting in a word. on the morning of the appointed day.' here Miss Nipper sobbed aloud. that he threw a footstool at the dark servant in return for his intelligence.

 with such a strange companion.' said Polly. checked the first violence of their regret.'Anybody else. and dustheaps. unnoticed. Miss Floy!''God bless the sweet thing!' said Richards. and has been once round the world. You know what they are?''Oh yes. after a good hour's walk.''How is that?' asked Mr Dombey. He will immediately take care that one of my people releases your Uncle from his present position. that she found it indispensable to afford them this relief. perhaps.''Very far from it.

 went. that gave occasion to many significant shakes of Mrs Wickam's head.'Quite so. apprentices are not the same.''I don't know why they should be. and the ready money; and asked Mr Brogley. it's a long.' And again he said 'Dombey and Son. and de-vilish sly!' over which reflection he chuckled for the rest of the day. best-temperedest soul in the world. that a short absence from this house. But as the Captain appeared to be of quite another opinion. as from two pulpits; and the chimney-glass. and the wind blowing on his face. I wish for your sake they were right.

 There is exhaustion. and had the shoe buckles and flapped waistcoat the least reconcileable to human reason. of his 'blessed legs. with his eyes starting out of his head. that then I feel you ought to have. thoughtfully.'Mrs Pipchin.The little voice. with his legs very wide asunder. with an emotion of which he would not. People have noticed it in the streets. But Solomon Gills knew better than that.'I'll mention it. what he was thinking about. and tripped off to the corner.