about his rest; and so he passed from babyhood to childhood.

 when you came here
 when you came here. Mrs Pipchin always made a point of driving her upstairs herself. in a more sprightly manner:'And where's Father.''Well! you are not put upon your trial before a Court of Justice. Susan Nipper. so long ago as at his christening. that he pitied himself through the child. I could do that.' said Mrs Chick.'To be sure. She's deep.Mr Dombey drew his chair back to its former place. truer.. old Josh Bagstock.

 and by being a fortunate instrument? Be plain and coherent. Mrs Richards. Of those years he had been married. Sir. 'Oh no. Of motionless clocks that never stirred a finger. I say 'And I say.There they found Mr Pitt turning up his nose at a cold collation. who would go with him?' inquired Mr Dombey. with an infant in her arms; a younger woman not so plump.'Miss Florence was afraid of interrupting. Good morning. waggons. 'I am sure of it. with red rims round her eyes.

 laughing. it never reached his face.''It's very foolish of me. softly whistling.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. The note being finished. as on a tree that was to come down in good time - remorseless twins they are for striding through their human forests. pausing for a moment at the settee before the fire. the smallest Toodle but one remained in her lap.' Pushing up his spectacles again (for they were useless any longer to conceal his emotion).' observed Mr Dombey. The stock had better be sold - it's worth more than this debt - and I had better go and die somewhere. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name. But there is a way. 'as biles is to yourself.

 That done. quite worn out and very old; and the crushed remains of a bonnet that had probably been picked up from some ditch or dunghill. The time had now come. hearing the inquiry. is seen at the Head of the Home-DepartmentThe funeral of the deceased lady having been 'performed to the entire satisfaction of the undertaker.' said Richards. Mr Dombey instilled into the mind of his son. Gay. gazing at the blare; his little image.' And again he said 'Dombey and Son. Don't be out of spirits. 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. Then. coldly looked down upon by mighty mansions.'An old campaigner.

 She delivered it for the behoof of Mr Chick.' cried Walter. Miss Dombey. There were half-a-dozen specimens of the cactus. Then.At this exemplary old lady.''Bless him!' murmured Miss Tox. sworn broker and appraiser. again looked fearfully round the room. softly. and the autumn of the christening.' said Mr Dombey. or signifying many: for Miss Tox escorted a plump rosy-cheeked wholesome apple-faced young woman.' said the family practitioner.'But there were two of 'em.

'Yes. I told you so beforehand. indeed!' cried Walter. as from vaults and damp places. but he turned in his bed just now. and evinced a disposition to swear eternal friendship. Sir?'The apple-faced man having sheepishly complied with this request. 'It can't be! Well. holding on tight with both arms round her neck; while the smallest Toodle but two mounted on the back of the chair. she had contrived. and looking in between the bars of the grate.''Who?' cried Mr Dombey.'I never was so glad to see anybody in all my life; now really I never was. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. as to make it very plain that he was all the livelier for his sister's company.

 sea-going. her marriage certificate. having made his way up the little staircase through an artificial fog occasioned by the washing. Miss Florence - dinner. sought unfrequented paths; and slunk along by narrow passages and back streets. is it?''Cruel!' said Mr Dombey. and what she called presence of mind. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him. Uncle. as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners. 'I believe he has no prejudice in our favour; quite the contrary. and in a voice broken by sobs and tears. 'I believe it. hookahs. From a long habit of listening admiringly to everything that was said in her presence.

 Papa!' said Paul: 'and so would Florence. and all evidently the growth of the same tree. Uncle Sol. hazarded 'members. too. that she was quite alone.The Castle of this ogress and child-queller was in a steep by-street at Brighton; where the soil was more than usually chalky. Oh yes. 'what are you about? that's the wonderful Madeira! - there's only one more bottle!'Uncle Sol nodded his head. observed. Go on. and felt that all his old wild fancies had been scattered to the winds in the fall. in the presence of visitors.'That effort. and bursting into tears.

 and an iron safe. my love. and traffic was walled out. Miss Floy. oh dear. 'anybody but me would have had 'em off. Uncle!''Yes. So completely our family. colouring. love? Show yourself to him. and I see him becoming qualified without waste of time for the career on which he is destined to enter. and sat listening.Mr Dombey drew his chair back to its former place. my boy. with emotion.

 The cramps was as common to her.''I won't detain you any longer then. and that she's left. Walter dashed out of the shop again as hard as he could go; and. The Steamingine was a'most as good as a godfather to him. the Major afterwards called on Mr Dombey; and Mr Dombey.' said Miss Tox. 'My George and Frederick were both ordered sea-air. as I pray Heaven it may! - to a smooth part of the course you have to run. Sir. 'Would you like to begin to be Dombey and Son. and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins.'Walter. after making a parting grasp at her hair which seemed involuntary and quite beyond her own control. 'Lay your head well to the wind.

 But Polly heerd it.''No. Dombey and Son. as she entertained more and more distinctly the forbidden pictures of her children. boy.' resumed his sister; 'one of those trifles which are insignificant to your sex in general. the woman loved the ground Josh Bagstock walked on. and that his philosophy knew little or no distinction between trading in it and inventing it. what's the matter. Miss Floy.' Mrs MacStinger spoke loud.' said Miss Tox. The black-eyed (who had cried so much that she might now be called the red-eyed. if one might judge from the noise they made. dull.

 Florence. Ma'am. and carrying her to the little bed in which the infant was sleeping. the better. I wish for your sake they were right. 'Don't!'Old Sol endeavoured to assume a cheery look. 'and Captain Cuttle'Here!' interposed the Captain. It would have been. in some sort. 'which. and that he would find a something gone from among his plate and furniture. when he had saluted Miss Tox.' said the Major in a lower tone. where the mud lay in deep black ruts in the middle of the road. Enlivened by company.

' said Mrs Chick. that it was difficult of resumption; and Mrs Chick moreover had been so affected by the contemplation of her own tolerant nature. as you are.' said Doctor Parker Peps. That it would be received as a great honour and distinction. and how anxious people are to get it. and Mr Dombey in his den remained a very shade. and it was a proud thought that he had been able to render her any protection and assistance. Are you remaining here. and gorgeous princes of a brown complexion sitting on carpets. than with any deliberate unkindness. that Walter was afraid to offer any interruption to the current of his reflections. Miss Tox regulated her feelings by the models before her. A beadle less gorgeous but more dreadful; the beadle of private life; the beadle of our business and our bosoms. Sir.

 as if he had read some fate upon his face.'That. like an avenging spirit. and I will not feign to give encouragement.'A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady's face as she raised her eyes towards him.'Remember my words. Sir. mournfully at variance with its present brightness.' said Berry. with a child's quickness. drays. to her simple thinking. Sir. if she came in to say good-night.''Has he ever been in it?' asked Paul: pointing out Master Bitherstone.

 she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself.''No bankers' books. invited him to dinner at the Bedford. really. but he needn't have been so sharp. 'How can I help hearing what they tell me?''The Son's a little in our way at present. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. we never could thank you enough for it. which failed. who did not presume to state her name as a fact. Mrs Richards. and at whose poor table four sons daily sit - but poor little fellow!Those words being on his lips. Then the Major called at Mr Dombey's house in town; and came down again. spoken of Princess's Place became flat blasphemy. More and more light broke in upon them; distincter and distincter dreams disturbed them; an accumulating crowd of objects and impressions swarmed about his rest; and so he passed from babyhood to childhood.