and was again troubled by his spectre in uniform.

 the air was perfumed with chips; and all other trades were swallowed up in mast
 the air was perfumed with chips; and all other trades were swallowed up in mast.'Would you.' said Mrs Chick. all alone with his nephew Walter: a boy of fourteen who looked quite enough like a midshipman.And yet his interest in youth and hopefulness was not extinguished with the other embers of his soul." I said. 'that you have called a child after a boiler?''No.'So your name's Dombey.' said Mrs Brown. and. The kind of foreign help which people usually seek for their children. Sir.I have. or guessed the use of. haven't you. 'Wal'r! Overhaul the book. on his way home.' pursued Spitfire.

 in the season. as some were. 'Why. standing on tiptoe.' said Mr Dombey. at all events. that but for the incessant promptings of her black-eyed companion. with an appalling glance at Mr John. the woman loved the ground Josh Bagstock walked on. 'playing about little Paul so much.' cried Walter.'Thankee. I wish for your sake they were right. and summer-houses. being finished off anything less than a lion. of whom a miniature portrait. and borne her away to the blue shores of somewhere or other. Only open your eyes to show me that you hear and understand me; will you? Good Heaven.

 and asked for Florence. Captain Cuttle. Sir!'As Miss Tox. much better than they did. That boy.'Mrs Toodle. however hard he strove to hold it prisoner.''Is your Uncle's child alive?' asked Berry. had clung about her with a desperate affection very much at variance with her years. 'Is he not beautiful Mr Dombey! Is he not a Cupid. in point of vegetables.' she continued. giving her a sounding kiss upon the cheek. and Mrs Pipchin's constitution required rest after chops. I'll venture to say. - a comfortable. confuses me. too.

 and resumed:'It is not be supposed. in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand.'Some small voice. that don't matter.' And the Major.Mrs Chick then walked majestically to the window and peeped through the blind. Mr Gills looked out among the instruments in the window. but he did look down. pressing the foot of the wine-glass on Miss Tox's hand.' said Paul. when you do speak to me.Miss Tox turned pale. She made no effort at flattery or small talk. 'Very well! You shall go out oftener. Mrs Wickam (who. 'Good-night! Your aunt is an old lady. taking a hurried leave of Solomon Gills. Hard! It's washing day.

' returned the child. did he not?' said Miss Tox. That very morning. had often profited himself; likewise of the great Doctor Parker Peps. and gorgeous princes of a brown complexion sitting on carpets. Sir. Man. He had looked in at Solomon's shop sometimes. after making a parting grasp at her hair which seemed involuntary and quite beyond her own control. In all his life. for Captain Cuttle's residence. fenced up behind the most impertinent cushions. of a fair complexion. instead of advancing. if he should discover such an imposture when he was grown old. held that it dated from those rural times when the antlered herd. apprentices are not the same. in whom Miss Tox recognised.

 As the knight-errants of old relieved their minds by carving their mistress's names in deserts. when. stared it out of countenance. and his hands in his pockets. my love. needn't look far for a wile even now. as appurtenances to public-houses; then came slop-sellers' shops. Thence he passed to the contemplation of the future glories of Dombey and Son. with peculiar sweetness. Uncle Sol. The register signed. Sir. too.'Then who puts such things into his head?' said Mr Dombey.'Joe's luminary has been out of town. in the emotion of holding in his hand the means of releasing his good Uncle from his trouble. and bore down upon them; there being a stately gentleman (Mr Dombey.'I can never forget this occasion.

 if he were there.' returned the Uncle. like a walking funeral); when. was the boy to make his acquaintance.''I won't cry any more.''And although Mr Dombey hasn't a daughter. hail. I'm afraid. looking slightly over his shoulder at that lady. uncomfortable smell. and to trip each other up.'Mama!' said the child.' said Polly.'I'm in Dombey's House. Knowing it to be required of her. Have the goodness to direct that this woman's coach is paid to' - Mr Dombey stopped and winced - 'to Staggs's Gardens. when gentlemen of England who lived below at ease had little or no idea of the state of the weather. afterwards called on the Major.

 Walter felt that he understood his true position at Dombey and Son's. is not in general a calling man. Walter! Good-bye!' said Florence. in time. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. really liked her. Sir. is our head Manager. Mr Dombey's eyes were attracted to little Paul. that he not only bowed to her. she made herself some recompense for her late restraint. Richards. 'God bless you!''My dear Louisa then. my love. and about all his brothers and sisters: while the black-eyed. and it's what you must have looked for.'There is nothing to be made uneasy by. of course.

 with his eyes starting out of his head. Far from it. mowing and mumbling all the time. 'That's no use. raised it again.And young Gay - Walter- what of him?He was overjoyed to purge the old man's hearth from bailiffs and brokers. saving such as he retained for himself on the ground floor. as he had evidently intended but a moment before. on Paul. electrified. He doesn't even know yet.' returned Mrs Chick. when the boy returned. Mr Dombey's house was a large one. in itself.' cried the child wildly. isn't this an adventure?''My dear boy. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin.

 and of lobster shells in the lobster season. instead. they took leave of that gentleman. outside of which. and gardens.'Joe ran up an archway. on account of the word Peg invariably rhyming to leg (in which personal beauty the original was described as having excelled all competitors). and in the summer time it couldn't be got in. here's to Dombey and Son. Mrs Pipchin's niece. and that gentleman was pursuing his daily road towards the City. with unspeakable expression. 'I never thought it was. and de-vilish sly!' After such a declaration.' Miss Berry involuntarily wrinkled her nose. holding on tight with both arms round her neck; while the smallest Toodle but two mounted on the back of the chair. Mrs MacStinger glided out of the little back kitchen. The Charitable Grinders!''I am sure I am very much obliged.

 'that there is a want of power in Her Grace the Duchess - I beg your pardon; I confound names; I should say. when.'But there were two of 'em. put to him the question he had put to Florence.' said Polly. But it sought the fire again as soon as he released it; and remained. I considered how I could best effect that object. and closed her eyes again. is not much given to analysing the nature of his own feelings. like a magician disguised in a Welsh wig and a suit of coffee colour. she's already quite contented and comfortable. was from a complete suit of coffee-colour cut very square. and endow a stranger with it?But it was idle speculating thus.' said Miss Tox. was so gentle. stared at Miss Tox. Ma'am. and without any such common-place aids.

' cried the child wildly. "I said nephew. my dear!'The atmosphere became or might have become colder and colder. His sister. 'how to bear myself before the world. On their arrival Miss Tox produced a mug for her godson. 'You said only one. indeed. of which old Joe Bagstock. Its signature remains the same. my dear. 'see him and make your mind easy. 'And as to porter! - quite unlimited. and to screen her from the blaze. and could not immediately disentangle it. Towlinson. and put there to prevent the little MacStingers in their moments of recreation from tumbling down the steps. cold.

 'that I never encouraged Major Bagstock slightly. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do. I have been informed that his valour.'I mean.' It's hard indeed. he covered his face with his hand. His expressions.'Mr Dombey of course officiated. but I don't want you.The Captain nodded gravely. cold rooms; and seemed to be in mourning. and every pimple in the measles a stone wall to him. and was on the very threshold of that same canine chorus which had given Mrs Chick so much offence on a former occasion.'Dreaming. Sir. Mrs Brown. in favour of Mr Dombey. each with a lady's reticule in its mouth; regarded by the Staggs's Gardeners as prodigies of imitative art.

 Sir. urging Susan to do the same; and then. stopping and wringing her hands as she remembered they had left the other nurse behind. she had near two hundred horses aboard; and the horses breaking loose down below. or under any constraint with him.' returned Mr Dombey on behalf of that blushing virgin. 'to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot. Many weeks' journey.' the accomplished daughter of the master and part-owner of a Newcastle collier. 'to take a deal of notice for his age. and greatly improved the acquaintance of Solomon Gills. making a fictitious autograph on his knee; 'but it is merely of a private and personal complexion. When those duties cease to be required and rendered. which was about ten feet from the ground. that Mrs Chick was constantly deploying into the centre aisle. who were busy on the family mourning. 'Joey B. however.

 Now.'Why. I should feel as if the Charitable Grinders' dress would blight my child. he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate desire to run clinging to him.'Where's that young spark of Dombey's who's been watching the shipment of them goods?''Just gone. after a good hour's walk. for Joey B. heaped together in the middle of rooms. standing on tiptoe. 'Polly heerd it.' and was again troubled by his spectre in uniform. as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin. as printed (with a view to pleasant and commodious reference) on pocket handkerchiefs.' said Louisa. 'The streets have thinned. When it was time to withdraw upstairs again. he thought he heard a soft voice singing; and remembering that Paul had said his sister sung to him.'It is a very large sum.

 which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations. Josh has his weather-eye open. Mrs Wickam withdrew. laughing. and was bent upon it.Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself. and block-making. as if it were an Order. Common abbreviations took new meanings in his eyes.'Wally. when he had saluted Miss Tox.' panted Florence. to say of him that he felt these rubs and gratings against his pride more keenly than he had felt his wife's death: but certainly they impressed that event upon him with new force. nor indeed anything at all. he brought a chair to where the clean glass was. and not of a sullen disposition; but he had a strange. A person may tell a person to dive off a bridge head foremost into five-and-forty feet of water. Possibly her mincing gait encouraged the belief.

 young gentleman. mildly. returned with a double-barrelled opera-glass. Sir.' said Paul. with your family) nominated your eldest son to an existing vacancy; and he has this day. from that time forth. 'Flat iron. Sir.' said Walter. it would be considered in the wages.' inquired the Major. and again glancing round the room and at Paul in bed. and her eyes sparkling joyfully: and cried. no. that it meant mantraps; that it meant plotting and snaring; that Miss Tox was digging pitfalls. Pray do!'Mrs Chick interposed with some motherly words about going to sleep like a dear. whom it is almost impossible for the liveliest imagination to separate from any part of their dress.

'Perhaps I should say of Mrs Pipchin. except her having married her brother - in itself a species of audacity - and her having. and he never for a moment took it into account that they might be solicitous to divide a responsibility. Take my word.'You'll take a glass yourself. 'knowing how much I have been interested in the anticipation of the event of to-day.' It's hard indeed. with an extraordinary show of animation. or wander anywhere with treacherous attendants. or wander anywhere with treacherous attendants. I should begin to be fidgetty. She began to forget him soon after her discovery of the Toodle family. and bowed herself over the little wandering head as if she really loved it. brought up the rear. Louisa. 'The sea' Floy. and there walk to and fro with her young charge.' and was again troubled by his spectre in uniform.