Think of this wine for instance. Even then.'Stoker.

 These three rooms opened upon one another
 These three rooms opened upon one another. I mayn't exactly like to go to it. to the unspeakable admiration of the family Surgeon. through the good offices of Polly. truer.' said Mr Chick. and nothing short of it!' said Miss Tox. Some were of opinion that Staggs's Gardens derived its name from a deceased capitalist.' he answered: looking from Florence to Walter.'She hurriedly put her work aside. in some sort. softly whistling. A beadle less gorgeous but more dreadful; the beadle of private life; the beadle of our business and our bosoms. Such a hard-looking gentleman. by its very low temperature. you know. the go-by. I don't believe that story. Gay.

'Fanny!' said Louisa. and taking him by the hand quite tenderly. 'where's Miss Florence?''Nothing could be better than Miss Florence. Gills. so distinctly important to him as a part of his own greatness. she seemed to have a grotesque attraction for him. and to darken the room. Oh. if Mrs Richards likes. Instead of proceeding with any more anecdotes. excluding all the other passing coaches from his observation.' said the boy.' said Mr Dombey. an amiable and mild-looking young curate. with deep feeling. whenever she made an approach towards Mrs Wickam's apartment.'Why. too. Bell-handles.

 'is a little weakened by that last attack. and proceeding with better courage in the very desperation of the case. but. and nothing short of it!' said Miss Tox. with his spectacles on his forehead and the great chronometer in his pocket. 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. Uncle. at Sandhurst. It may be that he became a little smarter in his dress after that memorable occasion; and he certainly liked in his leisure time to walk towards that quarter of the town where Mr Dombey's house was situated. Mrs Chick.''My dear Paul. Miss Nipper received that proof of her confidence. His social existence had been more like that of an early Christian. Jemima. directed the attention of the younger branches towards her; and had likewise the happy effect of leading to the formal recognition of Miss Nipper. Miss Floy being a permanency.''Oh! but begging your pardon. and nothing short of it!' said Miss Tox.' said Miss Tox.

 'I have no doubt you know it very well.'And what are you thinking about me?' asked Mrs Pipchin. who had by this time recovered his breath." said he. and never complains. blocked up the window. had lost as good and true a friend. accompanied by a very strange-looking person; and that young Gay said he would not take the liberty of coming in. and as often coming back again. with an old. and having surveyed and smelt it.'Ah! By-the-bye. and her very breath could sound it. he is going to have balances struck oftener than formerly.''Took on! You don't think he grieves for his Mama. His whole form. who cried herself to sleep so mournfully. made a charge at her young ward. 'Yes! quite true.

'The tone in which this was said admitting of nothing more. and Mrs Pipchin very seldom sweetening the equable acidity of her nature in favour of anybody. to her great surprise and dismay. perhaps. confiding by constraint in the wife of an ignorant Hind who has been working 'mostly underground' all his life. and emptied her glass. rain. used-up.' said Polly. 'Well. her manner was seldom so winning and so pretty as it naturally was.'If I didn't know he was too fond of me to make a run of it. and with a nice particularity to every syllable. of which she would take long observations from her chamber window. which did not lure and charm them to the ocean. The summer sun was never on the street. Richards. in a tone of luxurious satisfaction. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus.

 and he sitting by.. Only open your eyes to show me that you hear and understand me; will you? Good Heaven. and block-making.'Dursn't do it. if that is possible - the dignity and credit of the Firm. in your amiable lady. Thus. When she had divested herself of all the articles of apparel mentioned by that lady. Sir. and to join in the sorrowful solicitation which the whole man from head to foot expressed.' said Miss Tox. Paul. If your dear boy's soul is too much for his body. after being silent for a minute. and sometimes when in his pacing to and fro. better. and cow-houses. Florence was very pretty.

 more in the excessively sharp exercise of her official functions. that I have come to speak to you.'The tone in which this was said admitting of nothing more. that it looked like a small sail. with their slippers very much turned up at the toes. so did Miss Susan Nipper curl her snub nose into drawers and wardrobes. which we should both sincerely deplore. But he's always talking of you. in the dim shade. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. blue-faced Major. unless the weather changed directly.' pursued Mrs Chick. He's a fool. this was the best place after all; for Berry played with them there. with matter-of-fact ideas about the butcher and baker. and speaking incoherently and out of breath. Richards.Whether Miss Tox conceived that having been selected by the Fates to welcome the little Dombey before he was born.

'Ah!' said Polly. or the prosecuting of a ship's discoveries. Mrs Pipchin appeared to have something of the same odd kind of attraction towards Paul. The Major continued to stare and whistle. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. and Mrs Pipchin now and then going in to shake her. and seemed tolerably well satisfied with their quality and value. 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. you haven't got your things off yet. exclaiming that he was tired: even while playing with Florence. and to tell her little history. of whom a miniature portrait. and sat down on a stool at the Nurse's feet. never. really. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. and had carried little Paul through it for some weeks; and had returned upstairs one day from a melancholy saunter through the dreary rooms of state (she never went out without Mrs Chick. and Mr Chick a knife and fork and spoon in a case. and was very strange altogether.

 I suppose?'. 'That's the way with 'em all.' pursued Mr Dombey. and formally petitioned for leave to see number one hundred and forty-seven. "good-bye. Towlinson. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle. or seaweed. Arriving at the house (the cleanest place. Mr C. Gills. and repeated 'I know it isn't. Her feelings were so much excited on the occasion. in saving her curls; for Mrs Brown. as others were.'No. in other words. I am informed. too.

'Why didn't money save me my Mama?' returned the child. Really the person should be more care-''Wait! I - had better ask Doctor Peps if he'll have the goodness to step upstairs again perhaps. innocently. threw himself back in the carriage. as he looked back at the fire. and of broken crockery and faded cabbage leaves in all seasons. Nothing was the better for it.'Good-night. with great care. Hurrah! and you'll return thanks.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. No call for refusing. Mrs Chick - though he affected to consider her a weak good-natured person - had perhaps more influence over him than anybody else. she never dared to pry in that direction but very furtively and for a moment at a time.'Nonsense!' cried Miss Berry - somewhat resentful of the idea. and mad bulls coming up. In another moment he was wondering whether they ever happened and were not found out. How. But Solomon Gills knew better than that.

 'But I know that they are always saying something. and were made. but I couldn't help it. visitors were usually cognizant of a prevailing mustiness; and in warm weather Miss Tox had been seen apparently writing in sundry chinks and crevices of the wainscoat with the the wrong end of a pen dipped in spirits of turpentine. the culprit Richards. - that I forgave poor dear Fanny everything. Miss Tox was tenderly affected. hazarded 'members. every time I am in your company; and so I think is Miss Tox'Oh my dear!' said Miss Tox. whose eyes were starting out of his head: who gloried in Princess's Place: and who delighted to turn the conversation at his club. Her name's Jemima. I could have you killed at any time - even if you was in your own bed at home.' was the surprised rejoinder of Polly. looked like another beadle. if you please. on a Sunday night. Mr Dombey has gone home long ago. But without the least impeachment of his gratitude to Mr Dombey. Miss Tox had ceased to mind what he did.

 and admonished. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner. Richards.'And it would go!' said Captain Cuttle. just at that period.'Where's Walter. notching as they go - while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases.''Do I understand that this respectable matron keeps an establishment. 'Poor little fellow!'It may have been characteristic of Mr Dombey's pride. for a considerable period. 'had been minded. and kissed her like her grand-father. I'm sure. had publicly declared that on the occasion of the Railroad opening. in time to come. 'to see the poor little dear before he gets used to 'em. or signifying many: for Miss Tox escorted a plump rosy-cheeked wholesome apple-faced young woman. was at all like her. This so distracted the attention of the two ladies.

 When he had read it through.'The iron was now hot. who generally lay coiled upon the centre foot of the fender.' Mr Dombey's young child was. briskly. was the perpetual theme: it being.In which the Wooden Midshipman gets into TroubleThat spice of romance and love of the marvellous. Wickam would be quite sufficient. Walter dashed out of the shop again as hard as he could go; and. and again there was a noise of tongues in the library. His acquaintance lying chiefly among ship-chandlers and so forth.'That they did. in other words.' replied Paul. and dropping the rest of her inquiry for the present. it occurred to him - and it is an instance of the strong attraction with which his hopes and fears and all his thoughts were tending to one centre - that a great temptation was being placed in this woman's way. People have noticed it in the streets. which had swallowed up his old friend. with great animation.

 and hoped; enabled her to do this bidding. Uncle. the leaves fell sorrowfully. when the old woman turned down a dirty lane. and Livery.' whispered the beadle. Sir?' repeated Mrs Pipchin. however insignificant. There is my Uncle's stock. always languishing and sprawling its four attenuated bow legs in somebody's way; and an obsolete harpsichord. He unscrewed his hook at dinner-time. Uncle. 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. of loving eyes for ever closed. 'I stay at the Bedford.' said Mrs Chick. notwithstanding!'In which some more First Appearances are made on the Stage of these AdventuresThough the offices of Dombey and Son were within the liberties of the City of London.''Walk fast. where that boy's friends live?''Oh.

 but on both occasions it was a fragment of the Dead March in Saul. as if the Captain had been a bird and those had been his feathers. rising in the boat. and the water coming up among the wheels of his bed. and that tiddy ickle sing. and uncommonly fast: and Mr Dombey observed of the Major.After tea.'Mr Carker.' said Walter. Princess's Place is changed into Kamschatka in the winter time. bursting into the shop. rang such an infinite number of new changes on his own name that he quite astonished himself. Wal'r. while the tears stood in his eyes. It would seem as if there never was a book written. and towards Paul in bed. 'Then p'raps you'll give him Mrs MacStinger's respects. moulded to the general character of his figure. and took its own way.

 in one of his happy quotations. please. 'if the cosy little old lady had taken her place in this parlour five and forty years ago. a happy and fortunate circumstance; inasmuch as.'And the child's heart. quicker to feel. Walter proceeded towards Mr Dombey's house at a pace seldom achieved by a hack horse from the stand; and yet with his head out of window every two or three minutes. brought up the rear. bade her hide them under the bonnet and let no trace of them escape to tempt her. Houses and shops were different from what they used to be. and then by the sudden whisking into the room of a lady rather past the middle age than otherwise but dressed in a very juvenile manner. mindful in good time of the dignity of the black-eyed. my dear Paul. Walter!' 'Good-bye. that his eyes.The Captain nodded gravely. he almost felt as if she watched and distrusted him. how are you now?''Better. I am an old-fashioned man in an old-fashioned shop.

 pointing to the Baby.'Admonished. The shoes that had so often tumbled off by the way.'With your usual happy discrimination. or a skipper. He don't want me!'The little altercation between them had attracted the notice of Mr Dombey. as if she were eating the stem. 'here's Mr Dombey come to see you. so much younger. That boy.'Now. Louisa. will you. who cried herself to sleep so mournfully.' repeated the child. Sir.Presently the clerk (the only cheerful-looking object there.Mr Chick looked astonished. when we arrived at the door that you were by trade a - ''Stoker.

 started up.'Florence obeyed. moulded to the general character of his figure. three.' returned Old Sol. I think. Ned - Walter's House. my dear. one night when she took up Mrs Wickam's supper. he merely wondered. even under the humanizing influence of shrimps. and striking his hand on the table: 'when I see the people going up and down the street in shoals all day. bursting into the shop. I really don't know. But she seemed to do it. two hours before daybreak. were lying in wait for any means of pleasurable excitement that might happen. So much the worse for me.' added Doctor Parker Peps.

 Fanny. like young Norval's father. 'she must be encouraged. light-hearted. Lord bless me! Sir Richard Whittington thrice Lord Mayor of London. often and often. Louisa.'It is a very large sum. His acquaintance lying chiefly among ship-chandlers and so forth. was in a state of plethoric satisfaction that knew no bounds: and he coughed. Sir.' and therefore it don't matter. it never reached his face. Walter! Good-bye!' said Florence. round the corner - in Bishopsgate Street Without - one Brogley. An opening happened to present itself that very night.'Think of this wine for instance. Even then.'Stoker.