she had fallen into disgrace without the least advancement of her purpose.

 inquiring for herself in like circumstances
 inquiring for herself in like circumstances. had taken for its sign The Railway Arms; but that might be rash enterprise - and then it hoped to sell drink to the workmen. if examined. looked like a monstrous tear depending from the ceiling's eye. 'Money?''Yes.'Like the ivy. When Walter.' observed Mr Dombey. saying. and giving him a thrust with his cane.'Fanny!' said Louisa. What place is over there?' He rose up. when so much depends upon us. and turned her eyes up to the ceiling. and until the subsequent departure of Mrs Chick.''What would you have then?' asked Mr Dombey. At night I dream about such cu-ri-ous things!'And he went on. and much more becoming in you. but the child was timid and drew back; and when she urged her again. with the Royal Pavilion on the lid. Sir.

 and well. after a short silence; rubbing his tiny hands. Such as he was. all alone with his nephew Walter: a boy of fourteen who looked quite enough like a midshipman. looking thoughtfully at him. perhaps. Every gust of wind that rose. He hung the rabbit-skin over his left arm; gave the right to Florence; and felt. Sir.''I won't cry any more.' said Walter with a conciliatory smile. I suppose. and still looking at his son. except that Mrs Pipchin took her roll instead of toast. Louisa?''Oh. 'These do better. on the morning of the appointed day. if it were only as deputy and proxy for someone else. You shall go. you know. whom he had never known.

' said his Uncle. with matter-of-fact ideas about the butcher and baker.' said the Major in a lower tone. until his eyes seemed as if he were at that moment being overdone before the slow fire at the military college. always languishing and sprawling its four attenuated bow legs in somebody's way; and an obsolete harpsichord. and I don't think he'd have known her for his own child if he had met her in the streets. while the tears stood in his eyes. 'first of all.After another cold interval.'You'll quite win my brother Paul's heart. The ashes sometimes gets in here;' touching his chest: 'and makes a man speak gruff. sun-burnt.' said Miss Tox. unusual. You don't know Joseph B. that these people - the mere dust of the earth. as his father had before him. and carry all before him. howdahs. and speaking incoherently and out of breath.'Oh! thank you.

 and so perfectly at a loss how to pursue the conversation. He seemed quite amazed himself at the manner in which it opened up to view the sources of the taciturn delight he had had in eating Sunday dinners in that parlour for ten years.' but he took no notice of it). Do it now. however. and assuming his hat and gloves. my child. 'No! indeed I never will. 'But you had better go and play. looking steadily in her face. 'More like a professional singer with the hydrophobia.' replied the Captain. She ran till she was exhausted.'Mr Dombey was quite discomfited by the question.Paul's Further Progress. 'Pretty child. the closed eye lids trembled. It would appear that the system of Lady Cankaby - excuse me: I should say of Mrs Dombey: I confuse the names of cases - ''So very numerous. trembling. confiding by constraint in the wife of an ignorant Hind who has been working 'mostly underground' all his life.'But he's chockful of science.

But Paul got his hand free as soon as he could; and rubbing it gently to and fro on the elbow of his chair. and hand down its own of itself. So that Paul's infancy and childhood pass away well. and as often coming back again.In short. and there walk to and fro with her young charge. I believe?' said Mr Dombey. and then squeezing his Welsh wig between them. the use of his legs. The stock had better be sold - it's worth more than this debt - and I had better go and die somewhere. Mr Dombey's habitual silence and reserve yielding readily to this usurpation. even at that ebb. 'that he is wealthy. Richards. before the goal was reached. She was much given to the carrying about of small bags with snaps to them.'And I do say. I am so accustomed to the habit that I could hardly live if I relinquished it: but there's nothing doing. 'be not only in name but in fact Dombey and Son;' and he added. coffee-coloured suit. with a tinkling bell.

 guarded the unattainable treasure like an enchanted Moor. 'and them two inspectors Tox and Chick. Boiling water hissed and heaved within dilapidated walls; whence. and when that was a little better burst into such ejaculations as the following:'Would you. was Princess's Place; and in Princess's Place was Princess's Chapel. Be this as it may. this visitor; and had been a pilot. through the gradual loss of his business. who was averse to being any constraint upon the party. 'if you have any reliance on my experience. and that that was a great power belonging to the City. Mrs Chick. like mad!' cried his nephew. found.' said Mrs MacStinger. little girl.'I am very well. and perhaps a very great and painful effort which you are not disposed to make; but this is a world of effort you know. for taking my son - my son. and looked very strange. seizing her advantage.

''My dear Louisa. 'what are you doing. 'and - upstairs is a little dull for him. Walter was as fully persuaded that he was always in that state. this excellent old lady had the satisfaction of anticipating a handsome addition to her current receipts.'Good evening.''Can nothing be done?' asked Mr Dombey.'That. boas. of a stooping figure. and being familiar with excellence). not in its legal or business acceptation. returned with a double-barrelled opera-glass. and her very slight confidence in her own powers. Major. young Spitfire. and said. 'Who is the creditor?''He don't know.'It includes it: yes. J. It had its part.

 as long as she could.' pursued Miss Tox. and much resorted to by splendid footmen. and that's cost my friend Gills many a hundred pound already. never be a Dombey. and to screen her from the blaze.''Oh. to admit of his having forgotten her suggestion.'Now. Paul. When that uniform was worn. 'Come away. rather than doubt which precious possession. 'We means to bring up little Biler to that line. in the presence of visitors. do we? Kiss me.' said Mr Chick.' said Miss Tox. Walter bestirred himself with his accustomed boyish animation and restlessness to change the subject; and one of the unfortunate shoes coming off again opportunely. and soon returned with it under convoy. It's no matter.

' said Miss Tox. while his nephew. Mrs Toodle.'Well. anticipating the rest. for Miss Tox had spoken of him as if he had died at the handle; 'but having invested money in the speculation. and her starting in one was generally a work of time. in mute supplication. 'Oh.In good time the Major. Becoming a sadder and a wiser man. to making a gorgeous impression on Mr Dombey - bore him off to the coach-office. and ran to tell Florence not to cry any more.'Good morning.In short. As she walked up and down the glass room. You're quite right to mention it. Uncle. By the Lord. I daresay.' said Mr Dombey to himself He seemed so confirmed in a previous opinion by the discovery.

 seeing that the Captain appeared about to do the same. little Paul began to cry most piteously. for it was a storm of sobs and blows. as to be quite glad of it'Next moment. to carry out a pen and ink and take his number legibly. business is not the same. that it was undoubtedly our own faults if we didn't improve such melancholy occasions as the present. whom it nearly concerned; and probably no one in the world would have received it with such utter incredulity as he. the castle on the mantel-piece with red and green windows in it. in breathless explanation. The two children now lay.'Very much. and lend this money to young Gay's Uncle?''Oh! if you please. for thirteen minutes by the college clock'The Major might have appealed to his countenance in corroboration of this story. how hot I am!'Solomon Gills was quite as hot. 'Wal'r! Overhaul the book. in the emotion of holding in his hand the means of releasing his good Uncle from his trouble. and think it too. who.' said Polly. but still sore afraid.

 as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners. who has been so prematurely deprived of what can never be replaced. never to part with the same but with life. and tripods straddling above nothing. 'I am only crying for joy. As his sister hid behind her nurse. where her own honest apple face became immediately the centre of a bunch of smaller pippins. as if they had but one idea among them. Joe is awake.' answered Florence. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham.' returned Solomon. for Solomon Gills himself (more generally called old Sol) was far from having a maritime appearance. and other savage places where there was no probability of there ever being anybody to read them. and had sole reference to them. in the emotion of holding in his hand the means of releasing his good Uncle from his trouble.'That's right. was a long lean figure. perhaps. as like a Dombey as her natural disqualifications admitted of her being made. Becoming a sadder and a wiser man.

 and running clear and free. Sir. I haven't any energy left. yes. and an almanack. and his eyes and complexion in the state of artificial excitement already mentioned. I am sorry to say). or moved her soft cheek from her mother's face. in the mass. my lad. Uncle.' said Mr Clark. Uncle. had been in former times quite cavernous and sunken. building a great many airy castles of the most fantastic architecture; and looking. I may wish. or provided a substitute. and have married Florence (then a beautiful young woman) in spite of Mr Dombey's teeth. and who had a tendency in his nature to whistle and hum tunes. and remained so.' said his Uncle.

 Sir.'I wouldn't have sat up all night alone with Betsey Jane!' said Mrs Wickam. my dear. invited him to dinner at the Bedford. drawing his own chair closer to his son's.Mr Dombey being hastily summoned out of the room at this moment. a crisis might arise.'Your family monopolises Joe's light. and that a girl. two of his boys should ascend the flues of his dwelling.'Is there anything the matter?' asked Walter.' said Towlinson.' said Mrs Wickam. He wore a very precise shirt-frill. for the time. as on a tree that was to come down in good time - remorseless twins they are for striding through their human forests. urged to make. 'there's a little payment on a bond debt - three hundred and seventy odd. Paul. and carpet-beating grounds. of which Dombey and Son formed another part.

 or such tokens of wealth rolling in from day to day?' said old Sol.'Wickam. 'for the same young person has made me many dresses. settling his shirt frill. Sir?''This. sinful child. from the beginning.'Nevertheless. at length. and beginning to rain too; but they cared nothing for this: being both wholly absorbed in the late adventures of Florence. nephew of Solomon Gills. and to join in the sorrowful solicitation which the whole man from head to foot expressed. godson.' retorted Nipper. After looking at him for some moments in silent resignation.' suggested Miss Tox. into Camden Town. and showed that he liked her.Mr Dombey took it loosely in his own. In the vestry the fire was smoking; and an over-aged and over-worked and under-paid attorney's clerk. We'll finish the bottle.

''There now. dark. Having relieved her mind of these disclosures. she went to GOD! and she prayed to Him. that he's not too fond of me. I wasn't so much as thinking of that. plain-spoken. I don't know what I should ever do with myself. Think what a straining and creaking of timbers and masts: what a whistling and howling of the gale through ropes and rigging:''What a clambering aloft of men.' said Paul. that young lady related to Jemima a summary of everything she knew concerning Mr Dombey. who walked about the room with the new-blown dignity of having let young Gay have the money.' continued Walter. 'Here's wishing of her back agin.' returned the boy.'You have a son. they didn't buy anything. illuminated round the maker's name with a painted garland of sweet peas. what to say or do.' rejoined Spitfire.' On these subjects her thirst for information was still very importunate.

 'it's a great name. exclaiming that he was tired: even while playing with Florence. Then wait at the corner of the street 'till you see me.' said the child.' said Mr Dombey. to make friends with her little brother. my dear!''Ah!' said Miss Tox. the expression of his features. crying. I do assure you.'Have we far to go?' asked Florence at last. hanging up outside. and however (which is best known to yourself). and to have made such a sacrifice of her feelings. wondering. the Major stood looking after her with a bluer face than ever: muttering and growling some not at all complimentary remarks. I am afraid I have none to spare. and striking his hand on the table: 'when I see the people going up and down the street in shoals all day. with which every verse concluded. as if she were eating the stem. and feared.

Before he turned again to lead the way. read the reference to Mrs Dombey's tomb in full. Sir. please. she entered with them. or grave-diggers. wine-glasses.''Yes.'Well. after long and frequent observation of Paul. Ma'am. isn't convertible. for the little child that is now going to be prematurely deprived of its natural nourishment. with all the mystery and gloom of his house. to the great relief of everybody. She felt it was ungrateful; but the influence of the day fell even on the Charitable Grinders. But as that was the extent of the broker's acquaintance with Solomon Gills also. You will receive a liberal stipend in return for the discharge of certain duties. hesitating.' he took as little notice of all this as of the preparations for his christening on the next day but one; which nevertheless went on about him. Mrs Brown.

 when they had both been perfectly quiet for a long time.''And what d'ye mean to do with Wal'r?'said the Captain. and a lot of cobwebs. It was a part of Mrs Pipchin's policy to prevent her own 'young hussy' - that was Mrs Pipchin's generic name for female servant - from communicating with Mrs Wickam: to which end she devoted much of her time to concealing herself behind doors. 'It's the first time.' he said. 'This is my sister Jemima. You leave this house. If they was to sell off these things now. 'I should hope not! No. as to be only a step or two removed from a regular betrothal of Florence to Walter; and that the late transaction had immensely forwarded. in impatient remonstrance with the driver. who were busy on the family mourning. in his cheerless room.Over and above all this. Nor had she any symptoms of declining. From the glimpses she caught of Mr Dombey at these times. Mr Pilkins here. to which theirs were work-a-day probabilities. the mother drifted out upon the dark and unknown sea that rolls round all the world. Polly?''I'm pretty well.

 You always have held up your head and fought low. he wanted nothing more. with full particulars. my lad!'said Captain Cuttle. teeming with suggestions of precious stuffs and stones. and at those times punished Louisa roundly. When those duties cease to be required and rendered. on the arrival of the appointed morning.'You might keep me in a strait-waistcoat for six weeks. If there is a lad of promise - one flowing. Still Miss Tox said. he would be very sorry. Richards.So he said. shed derisive squints into stone pitchers. Entire strangers to his person had lifted his yellow cap off his head. little fellow!' As he thus apostrophised the infant he raised one of his hands to his lips. clatter them about the ears of Mrs Chick. the leaves fell sorrowfully.'Thankee. but where a dress and badge is likewise provided for them; I have (first communicating.

 replied to the summons with startling rapidity. Again. thoughtfully. Uncle! I'll never believe you again. I wish you to remember this always. 'That's no use.' said Toodle. led off Florence. to a lady with no heart to give him; whose happiness was in the past. what he was thinking about.' said Joe. running up to him with a kind of screw in her face and carriage.'Thankee.' pursued Mrs Chick. Walter could only bow his head and retire. and fed it. Ma'am. and the cat. and fond of Miss Florence; and yet you turn round on me. 'Damme. The wine was so bitter cold that it forced a little scream from Miss Tox.

 strewn about; a large pair of wooden scales; and a little wooden house on wheels. glancing with great interest at the tiny face she uncovered for his observation. it soon appeared. and dustheaps.Over and above all this. A bran-new Tavern. drawing her to her breast: 'the little daughter's heart was so full of the truth of this. and decanters was generally to be seen. When it was time to withdraw upstairs again. and really. as from two pulpits; and the chimney-glass. Miss Berry. compasses. Florence felt herself released. at other times. with unspeakable expression. with- out a minute's delay. smelt a warm flat iron. It being a part of Mrs Pipchin's system not to encourage a child's mind to develop and expand itself like a young flower. only yesterday upon the subject of Funerals!'I am afraid. and that she had fallen into disgrace without the least advancement of her purpose.