,crosses
,
churches
,
postyards
,
new
horses
being
put
in
against
their
wills
,
and
the
horses
of
the
last
stage
reeking
,
panting
,
and
laying
their
drooping
heads
together
dolefully
at
stable
doors
;
of
little
cemeteries
with
black
crosses
settled
sideways
in
the
graves
,
and
withered
wreaths
upon
them
dropping
away
;
again
of
long
,
long
roads
,
dragging
themselves
out
,
up
hill
and
down
,
to
the
treacherous
horizon
.
Of
morning
,
noon
,
and
sunset
;
night
,
and
the
rising
of
an
early
moon
.
Of
long
roads
temporarily
left
behind
,
and
a
rough
pavement
reached
;
of
battering
and
clattering
over
it
,
and
looking
up
,
among
house-roofs
,
at
a
great
church-tower
;
of
getting
out
and
eating
hastily
,
and
drinking
draughts
of
wine
that
had
no
cheering
influence
;
of
coming
forth
afoot
,
among
a
host
of
beggars
—
blind
men
with
quivering
eyelids
,
led
by
old
women
holding
candles
to
their
faces
;
idiot
girls
;
the
lame
,
the
epileptic
,
and
the
palsied
—
of
passing
through
the
clamour
,
and
looking
from
his
seat
at
the
upturned
countenances
and
outstretched
hands
,
with
a
hurried
dread
of
recognising
some
pursuer
pressing
forward
—
of
galloping
away
again
,
upon
the
long
,
long
road
,
gathered
up
,
dull
and
stunned
,
in
his
corner
,
or
rising
to
see
where
the
moon
shone
faintly
on
a
patch
of
the
same
endless
road
miles
away
,
or
looking
back
to
see
who
followed
.
Of
never
sleeping
,
but
sometimes
dozing
with
unclosed
eyes
,
and
springing
up
with
a
start
,
and
a
reply
aloud
to
an
imaginary
voice
.
Of
cursing
himself
for
being
there
,
for
having
fled
,
for
having
let
her
go
,
for
not
having
confronted
and
defied
him
.
Of
having
a
deadly
quarrel
with
the
whole
world
,
but
chiefly
with
himself
.
Of
blighting
everything
with
his
black
mood
as
he
was
carried
on
and
away
.
It
was
a
fevered
vision
of
things
past
and
present
all
confounded
together
;
of
his
life
and
journey
blended
into
one
.
Of
being
madly
hurried
somewhere
,
whither
he
must
go
.
Of
old
scenes
starting
up
among
the
novelties
through
which
he
travelled
.
Of
musing
and
brooding
over
what
was
past
and
distant
,
and
seeming
to
take
no
notice
of
the
actual
objects
he
encountered
,
but
with
a
wearisome
exhausting
consciousness
of
being
bewildered
by
them
,
and
having
their
images
all
crowded
in
his
hot
brain
after
they
were
gone
.
A
vision
of
change
upon
change
,
and
still
the
same
monotony
of
bells
and
wheels
,
and
horses
´
feet
,
and
no
rest
.
Of
town
and
country
,
postyards
,
horses
,
drivers
,
hill
and
valley
,
light
and
darkness
,
road
and
pavement
,
height
and
hollow
,
wet
weather
and
dry
,
and
still
the
same
monotony
of
bells
and
wheels
,
and
horses
'
feet
,
and
no
rest
.
A
vision
of
tending
on
at
last
,
towards
the
distant
capital
,
by
busier
roads
,
and
sweeping
round
,
by
old
cathedrals
,
and
dashing
through
small
towns
and
villages
,
less
thinly
scattered
on
the
road
than
formerly
,
and
sitting
shrouded
in
his
corner
,
with
his
cloak
up
to
his
face
,
as
people
passing
by
looked
at
him
.
Of
rolling
on
and
on
,
always
postponing
thought
,
and
always
racked
with
thinking
;
of
being
unable
to
reckon
up
the
hours
he
had
been
upon
the
road
,
or
to
comprehend
the
points
of
time
and
place
in
his
journey
.
Of
being
parched
and
giddy
,
and
half
mad
.
Of
pressing
on
,
in
spite
of
all
,
as
if
he
could
not
stop
,
and
coming
into
Paris
,
where
the
turbid
river
held
its
swift
course
undisturbed
,
between
two
brawling
streams
of
life
and
motion
.
A
troubled
vision
,
then
,
of
bridges
,
quays
,
interminable
streets
;
of
wine-shops
,
water-carriers
,
great
crowds
of
people
,
soldiers
,
coaches
,
military
drums
,
arcades
.
Of
the
monotony
of
bells
and
wheels
and
horses
´
feet
being
at
length
lost
in
the
universal
din
and
uproar
.
Of
the
gradual
subsidence
of
that
noise
as
he
passed
out
in
another
carriage
by
a
different
barrier
from
that
by
which
he
had
entered
.
Of
the
restoration
,
as
he
travelled
on
towards
the
sea-coast
,
of
the
monotony
of
bells
and
wheels
,
and
horses
´
feet
,
and
no
rest
.
Of
sunset
once
again
,
and
nightfall
.
Of
long
roads
again
,
and
dead
of
night
,
and
feeble
lights
in
windows
by
the
road-side
;
and
still
the
old
monotony
of
bells
and
wheels
,
and
horses'feet
,
and
no
rest
.
Of
dawn
,
and
daybreak
,
and
the
rising
of
the
sun
.
Of
toiling
slowly
up
a
hill
,
and
feeling
on
its
top
the
fresh
sea-breeze
;
and
seeing
the
morning
light
upon
the
edges
of
the
distant
waves
.
Of
coming
down
into
a
harbour
when
the
tide
was
at
its
full
,
and
seeing
fishing-boats
float
on
,
and
glad
women
and
children
waiting
for
them
.
Of
nets
and
seamen
's
clothes
spread
out
to
dry
upon
the
shore
;
of
busy
sailors
,
and
their
voices
high
among
ships
´
masts
and
rigging
;
of
the
buoyancy
and
brightness
of
the
water
,
and
the
universal
sparkling
.
Of
receding
from
the
coast
,
and
looking
back
upon
it
from
the
deck
when
it
was
a
haze
upon
the
water
,
with
here
and
there
a
little
opening
of
bright
land
where
the
Sun
struck
.
Of
the
swell
,
and
flash
,
and
murmur
of
the
calm
sea
.
Of
another
grey
line
on
the
ocean
,
on
the
vessel
's
track
,
fast
growing
clearer
and
higher
.
Of
cliffs
and
buildings
,
and
a
windmill
,
and
a
church
,
becoming
more
and
more
visible
upon
it
.
Of
steaming
on
at
last
into
smooth
water
,
and
mooring
to
a
pier
whence
groups
of
people
looked
down
,
greeting
friends
on
board
.
Of
disembarking
,
passing
among
them
quickly
,
shunning
every
one
;
and
of
being
at
last
again
in
England
.
He
had
thought
,
in
his
dream
,
of
going
down
into
a
remote
country-place
he
knew
,
and
lying
quiet
there
,
while
he
secretly
informed
himself
of
what
transpired
,
and
determined
how
to
act
.
Still
in
the
same
stunned
condition
,
he
remembered
a
certain
station
on
the
railway
,
where
he
would
have
to
branch
off
to
his
place
of
destination
,
and
where
there
was
a
quiet
Inn
.
Here
,
he
indistinctly
resolved
to
tarry
and
rest
.
With
this
purpose
he
slunk
into
a
railway
carriage
as
quickly
as
he
could
,
and
lying
there
wrapped
in
his
cloak
as
if
he
were
asleep
,
was
soon
borne
far
away
from
the
sea
,
and
deep
into
the
inland
green
.
Arrived
at
his
destination
he
looked
out
,
and
surveyed
it
carefully
.
He
was
not
mistaken
in
his
impression
of
the
place
.
It
was
a
retired
spot
,
on
the
borders
of
a
little
wood
.
Only
one
house
,
newly-built
or
altered
for
the
purpose
,
stood
there
,
surrounded
by
its
neat
garden
;
the
small
town
that
was
nearest
,
was
some
miles
away
.
Here
he
alighted
then
;
and
going
straight
into
the
tavern
,
unobserved
by
any
one
,
secured
two
rooms
upstairs
communicating
with
each
other
,
sufficiently
retired
.
His
object
was
to
rest
,
and
recover
the
command
of
himself
,
and
the
balance
of
his
mind
.
Imbecile
discomfiture
and
rage
—
so
that
,
as
he
walked
about
his
room
,
he
ground
his
teeth
—
had
complete
possession
of
him
.
His
thoughts
,
not
to
be
stopped
or
directed
,
still
wandered
where
they
would
,
and
dragged
him
after
them
.
He
was
stupefied
,
and
he
was
wearied
to
death
.
But
,
as
if
there
were
a
curse
upon
him
that
he
should
never
rest
again
,
his
drowsy
senses
would
not
lose
their
consciousness
.
He
had
no
more
influence
with
them
in
this
regard
,
than
if
they
had
been
another
man
's
.
It
was
not
that
they
forced
him
to
take
note
of
present
sounds
and
objects
,
but
that
they
would
not
be
diverted
from
the
whole
hurried
vision
of
his
journey
.
It
was
constantly
before
him
all
at
once
.
She
stood
there
,
with
her
dark
disdainful
eyes
again
upon
him
;
and
he
was
riding
on
nevertheless
,
through
town
and
country
,
light
and
darkness
,
wet
weather
and
dry
,
over
road
and
pavement
,
hill
and
valley
,
height
and
hollow
,
jaded
and
scared
by
the
monotony
of
bells
and
wheels
,
and
horses
'
feet
,
and
no
rest
.
`
What
day
is
this
?
´
he
asked
of
the
waiter
,
who
was
making
preparations
for
his
dinner
.
`
Day
,
Sir
?
´
`
Is
it
Wednesday
?
´
`
Wednesday
,
Sir
?
No
,
Sir
.
Thursday
,
Sir
.
´
`
I
forgot
.
How
goes
the
time
?
My
watch
is
unwound
.
´
`
Wants
a
few
minutes
of
five
o'clock
,
Sir
.
Been
travelling
a
long
time
,
Sir
,
perhaps
?
´
`
Yes
.
´
`
By
rail
,
Sir
?
´
`
Yes
.
´
`
Very
confusing
,
Sir
.
Not
much
in
the
habit
of
travelling
by
rail
myself
,
Sir
,
but
gentlemen
frequently
say
so
.
´
`
Do
many
gentlemen
come
here
?
´
`
Pretty
well
,
Sir
,
in
general
.
Nobody
here
at
present
.
Rather
slack
just
now
,
Sir
.
Everything
is
slack
,
Sir
.
´
He
made
no
answer
;
but
had
risen
into
a
sitting
posture
on
the
sofa
where
he
had
been
lying
,
and
leaned
forward
with
an
arm
on
each
knee
,
staring
at
the
ground
.
He
could
not
master
his
own
attention
for
a
minute
together
.
It
rushed
away
where
it
would
,
but
it
never
,
for
an
instant
,
lost
itself
in
sleep
.
He
drank
a
quantity
of
wine
after
dinner
,
in
vain
.
No
such
artificial
means
would
bring
sleep
to
his
eyes
.
His
thoughts
,
more
incoherent
,
dragged
him
more
unmercifully
after
them
—
as
if
a
wretch
,
condemned
to
such
expiation
,
were
drawn
at
the
heels
of
wild
horses
.
No
oblivion
,
and
no
rest
.
How
long
he
sat
,
drinking
and
brooding
,
and
being
dragged
in
imagination
hither
and
thither
,
no
one
could
have
told
less
correctly
than
he
.
But
he
knew
that
he
had
been
sitting
a
long
time
by
candle-light
,
when
he
started
up
and
listened
,
in
a
sudden
terror
.
For
now
,
indeed
,
it
was
no
fancy
.
The
ground
shook
,
the
house
rattled
,
the
fierce
impetuous
rush
was
in
the
air
!
He
felt
it
come
up
,
and
go
darting
by
;
and
even
when
he
had
hurried
to
the
window
,
and
saw
what
it
was
,
he
stood
,
shrinking
from
it
,
as
if
it
were
not
safe
to
look
.
A
curse
upon
the
fiery
devil
,
thundering
along
so
smoothly
,
tracked
through
the
distant
valley
by
a
glare
of
light
and
lurid
smoke
,
and
gone
!
He
felt
as
if
he
had
been
plucked
out
of
its
path
,
and
saved
from
being
torn
asunder
.
It
made
him
shrink
and
shudder
even
now
,
when
its
faintest
hum
was
hushed
,
and
when
the
lines
of
iron
road
he
could
trace
in
the
moonlight
,
running
to
a
point
,
were
as
empty
and
as
silent
as
a
desert
.
Unable
to
rest
,
and
irresistibly
attracted
—
or
he
thought
so
—
to
this
road
,
he
went
out
and
lounged
on
the
brink
of
it
,
marking
the
way
the
train
had
gone
,
by
the
yet
smoking
cinders
that
were
lying
in
its
track
.
After
a
lounge
of
some
half
hour
in
the
direction
by
which
it
had
disappeared
,
he
turned
and
walked
the
other
way
—
still
keeping
to
the
brink
of
the
road
—
past
the
inn
garden
,
and
a
long
way
down
;
looking
curiously
at
the
bridges
,
signals
,
lamps
,
and
wondering
when
another
Devil
would
come
by
.
A
trembling
of
the
ground
,
and
quick
vibration
in
his
ears
;
a
distant
shriek
;
a
dull
light
advancing
,
quickly
changed
to
two
red
eyes
,
and
a
fierce
fire
,
dropping
glowing
coals
;
an
irresistible
bearing
on
of
a
great
roaring
and
dilating
mass
;
a
high
wind
,
and
a
rattle
—
another
come
and
gone
,
and
he
holding
to
a
gate
,
as
if
to
save
himself
!
He
waited
for
another
,
and
for
another
.
He
walked
back
to
his
former
point
,
and
back
again
to
that
,
and
still
,
through
the
wearisome
vision
of
his
journey
,
looked
for
these
approaching
monsters
.
He
loitered
about
the
station
,
waiting
until
one
should
stay
to
call
there
;
and
when
one
did
,
and
was
detached
for
water
,
he
stood
parallel
with
it
,
watching
its
heavy
wheels
and
brazen
front
,
and
thinking
what
a
cruel
power
and
might
it
had
.
Ugh
!
To
see
the
great
wheels
slowly
turning
,
and
to
think
of
being
run
down
and
crushed
!
Disordered
with
wine
and
want
of
rest
—
that
want
which
nothing
,
although
he
was
so
weary
,
would
appease
—
these
ideas
and
objects
assumed
a
diseased
importance
in
his
thoughts
.
When
he
went
back
to
his
room
,
which
was
not
until
near
midnight
,
they
still
haunted
him
,
and
he
sat
listening
for
the
coming
of
another
.
So
in
his
bed
,
whither
he
repaired
with
no
hope
of
sleep
.
He
still
lay
listening
;
and
when
he
felt
the
trembling
and
vibration
,
got
up
and
went
to
the
window
,
to
watch
(
as
he
could
from
its
position
)
the
dull
light
changing
to
the
two
red
eyes
,
and
the
fierce
fire
dropping
glowing
coals
,
and
the
rush
of
the
giant
as
it
fled
past
,
and
the
track
of
glare
and
smoke
along
the
valley
.
Then
he
would
glance
in
the
direction
by
which
he
intended
to
depart
at
sunrise
,
as
there
was
no
rest
for
him
there
;
and
would
lie
down
again
,
to
be
troubled
by
the
vision
of
his
journey
,
and
the
old
monotony
of
bells
and
wheels
and
horses
´
feet
,
until
another
came
.
This
lasted
all
night
.
So
far
from
resuming
the
mastery
of
himself
,
he
seemed
,
if
possible
,
to
lose
it
more
and
more
,
as
the
night
crept
on
.
When
the
dawn
appeared
,
he
was
still
tormented
with
thinking
,
still
postponing
thought
until
he
should
be
in
a
better
state
;
the
past
,
present
,
and
future
,
all
floated
confusedly
before
him
,
and
he
had
lost
all
power
of
looking
steadily
at
any
one
of
them
.
`
At
what
time
,
´
he
asked
the
man
who
had
waited
on
him
over-night
,
now
entering
with
a
candle
,
`
do
I
leave
here
,
did
you
say
?
´
`
About
a
quarter
after
four
,
Sir
.
Express
comes
through
at
four
,
Sir
.
—
It
do
n't
stop
.
´
He
passed
his
hand
across
his
throbbing
head
,
and
looked
at
his
watch
.
Nearly
half-past
three
.
`
Nobody
going
with
you
,
Sir
,
probably
,
´
observed
the
man
.
`
Two
gentlemen
here
,
Sir
,
but
they
're
waiting
for
the
train
to
London
.
´
`
I
thought
you
said
there
was
nobody
here
,
´
said
Carker
,
turning
upon
him
with
the
ghost
of
his
old
smile
,
when
he
was
angry
or
suspicious
.
`
Not
then
,
Sir
.
Two
gentlemen
came
in
the
night
by
the
short
train
that
stops
here
,
Sir
.
Warm
water
,
Sir
?
´
`
No
;
and
take
away
the
candle
.
There
's
day
enough
for
me
.
´
Having
thrown
himself
upon
the
bed
,
half-dressed
,
he
was
at
the
window
as
the
man
left
the
room
.
The
cold
light
of
morning
had
succeeded
to
night
,
and
there
was
already
,
in
the
sky
,
the
red
suffusion
of
the
coming
sun
.
He
bathed
his
head
and
face
with
water
—
there
was
no
cooling
influence
in
it
for
him
—
hurriedly
put
on
his
clothes
,
paid
what
he
owed
,
and
went
out
.
The
air
struck
chill
and
comfortless
,
as
it
breathed
upon
him
.
There
was
a
heavy
dew
;
and
,
hot
as
he
was
,
it
made
him
shiver
.
After
a
glance
at
the
place
where
he
had
walked
last
night
,
and
at
the
signal-lights
burning
feebly
in
the
morning
,
and
bereft
of
their
significance
,
he
turned
to
where
the
sun
was
rising
,
and
beheld
it
,
in
its
glory
,
as
it
broke
upon
the
scene
.
So
awful
,
so
transcendent
in
its
beauty
,
so
divinely
solemn
.
As
he
cast
his
faded
eyes
upon
it
,
where
it
rose
,
tranquil
and
serene
,
unmoved
by
all
the
wrong
and
wickedness
on
which
its
beams
had
shone
since
the
beginning
of
the
world
,
who
shall
say
that
some
weak
sense
of
virtue
upon
Earth
,
and
its
reward
in
Heaven
,
did
not
manifest
itself
,
even
to
him
?
If
ever
he
remembered
sister
or
brother
with
a
touch
of
tenderness
and
remorse
,
who
shall
say
it
was
not
then
?
He
needed
some
such
touch
then
.
Death
was
on
him
.
He
was
marked
off
from
the
living
world
,
and
going
down
into
his
grave
.
He
paid
the
money
for
his
journey
to
the
country-place
he
had
thought
of
;
and
was
walking
to
and
fro
,
alone
,
looking
along
the
lines
of
iron
,
across
the
valley
in
one
direction
,
and
towards
a
dark
bridge
near
at
hand
in
the
other
;
when
,
turning
in
his
walk
,
where
it
was
bounded
by
one
end
of
the
wooden
stage
on
which
he
paced
up
and
down
,
he
saw
the
man
from
whom
he
had
fled
,
emerging
from
the
door
by
which
he
himself
had
entered
there
.
And
their
eyes
met
.
In
the
quick
unsteadiness
of
the
surprise
,
he
staggered
,
and
slipped
on
to
the
road
below
him
.
But
recovering
his
feet
immediately
,
he
stepped
back
a
pace
or
two
upon
that
road
,
to
interpose
some
wider
space
between
them
,
and
looked
at
his
pursuer
,
breathing
short
and
quick
.
He
heard
a
shout
—
another
—
saw
the
face
change
from
its
vindictive
passion
to
a
faint
sickness
and
terror
—
felt
the
earth
tremble
—
knew
in
a
moment
that
the
rush
was
come
—
uttered
a
shriek
—
looked
round
—
saw
the
red
eyes
,
bleared
and
dim
,
in
the
daylight
,
close
upon
him
—
was
beaten
down
,
caught
up
,
and
whirled
away
upon
a
jagged
mill
,
that
spun
him
round
and
round
,
and
struck
him
limb
from
limb
,
and
licked
his
stream
of
life
up
with
its
fiery
heat
,
and
cast
his
mutilated
fragments
in
the
air
.
When
the
traveller
,
who
had
been
recognised
,
recovered
from
a
swoon
,
he
saw
them
bringing
from
a
distance
something
covered
,
that
lay
heavy
and
still
,
upon
a
board
,
between
four
men
,
and
saw
that
others
drove
some
dogs
away
that
sniffed
upon
the
road
,
and
soaked
his
blood
up
,
with
a
train
of
ashes
.
CHAPTER
LVI
Several
People
delighted
,
and
the
Game
Chicken
disgusted
THE
Midshipman
was
all
alive
.
Mr.
Toots
and
Susan
had
arrived
at
last
.
Susan
has
run
up
stairs
like
a
young
woman
bereft
of
her
senses
,
and
Mr.
Toots
and
the
Chicken
had
gone
into
the
parlour
.
`
Oh
my
own
pretty
darling
sweet
Miss
Floy
!
´
cried
the
Nipper
,
running
into
Florence
's
room
,
`
to
think
that
it
should
come
to
this
and
I
should
find
you
here
my
own
dear
dove
with
nobody
to
wait
upon
you
and
no
home
to
call
your
own
but
never
never
will
I
go
away
again
Miss
Floy
for
though
I
may
not
gather
moss
I
'm
not
a
rolling
stone
nor
is
my
heart
a
stone
or
else
it
would
n't
bust
as
it
is
busting
now
oh
dear
oh
dear
!
´
Pouring
out
these
words
,
without
the
faintest
indication
of
a
stop
,
of
any
sort
,
Miss
Nipper
,
on
her
knees
beside
her
mistress
,
hugged
her
close
.
`
Oh
love
!
´
cried
Susan
,
`
I
know
all
that
's
past
I
know
it
all
my
tender
pet
and
I
'm
a
choking
give
me
air
!
´
`
Susan
,
dear
good
Susan
!
´
said
Florence
.
`
Oh
bless
her
!
I
that
was
her
little
maid
when
she
was
a
little
child
!
and
is
she
really
,
really
truly
going
to
be
married
?
´
exclaimed
Susan
,
in
a
burst
of
pain
and
pleasure
,
pride
and
grief
,
and
Heaven
knows
how
many
other
conflicting
feelings
.
`
Who
told
you
so
?
´
said
Florence
.
`
Oh
gracious
me
!
that
innocentest
creetur
Toots
,
´
returned
Susan
hysterically
.
`
I
knew
he
must
be
right
my
dear
because
he
took
on
so
.
He
's
the
devotedest
and
innocentest
infant
!
And
is
my
darling
,
´
pursued
Susan
,
with
another
close
embrace
and
burst
of
tears
,
`
really
really
going
to
be
married
!
´
The
mixture
of
compassion
,
pleasure
,
tenderness
,
protection
,
and
regret
with
which
the
Nipper
constantly
recurred
to
this
subject
,
and
at
every
such
recurrence
,
raised
her
head
to
look
in
the
young
face
and
kiss
it
,
and
then
laid
her
head
again
upon
her
mistress
's
shoulder
,
caressing
her
and
sobbing
,
was
as
womanly
and
good
a
thing
,
in
its
way
,
as
ever
was
seen
in
the
world
.
`
There
,
there
!
´
said
the
soothing
voice
of
Florence
presently
.
`
Now
you
're
quite
yourself
,
dear
Susan
!
´
Miss
Nipper
,
sitting
down
upon
the
floor
,
at
her
mistress
's
feet
,
laughing
and
sobbing
,
holding
her
pocket-handkerchief
to
her
eyes
with
one
hand
,
and
patting
Diogenes
with
the
other
as
he
licked
her
face
,
confessed
to
being
more
composed
,
and
laughed
and
cried
a
little
more
in
proof
of
it
.
`
I
—
I
—
I
never
did
see
such
a
creetur
as
that
Toots
,
´
said
Susan
,
`
in
all
my
born
days
never
!
´
`
So
kind
,
´
suggested
Florence
.
`
And
so
comic
!
´
Susan
sobbed
.
`
The
way
he
's
been
going
on
inside
with
me
with
that
disrespectable
Chicken
on
the
box
!
´
`
About
what
,
Susan
?
´
inquired
Florence
timidly
.
`
Oh
about
Lieutenant
Walters
,
and
Captain
Gills
,
and
you
my
dear
Miss
Floy
,
and
the
silent
tomb
,
´
said
Susan
.
`
The
silent
tomb
!
´
repeated
Florence
.
`
He
says
,
´
here
Susan
burst
into
a
violent
hysterical
laugh
,
`
that
he
'll
go
down
into
it
now
immediately
and
quite
comfortable
,
but
bless
your
heart
my
dear
Miss
Floy
he
wo
n't
,
he
's
a
great
deal
too
happy
in
seeing
other
people
happy
for
that
,
he
may
not
be
a
Solomon
,
´
pursued
the
Nipper
,
with
her
usual
volubility
,
`
nor
do
I
say
he
is
but
this
I
do
say
a
less
selfish
human
creature
human
nature
never
knew
!
´
Miss
Nipper
being
still
hysterical
,
laughed
immoderately
after
making
this
energetic
declaration
,
and
then
informed
Florence
that
he
was
waiting
below
to
see
her
;
which
would
be
a
rich
repayment
for
the
trouble
he
had
had
in
his
late
expedition
.
Florence
entreated
Susan
to
beg
of
Mr.
Toots
as
a
favour
that
she
might
have
the
pleasure
of
thanking
him
for
his
kindness
;
and
Susan
,
in
a
few
moments
,
produced
that
young
gentleman
,
still
very
much
dishevelled
in
appearance
,
and
stammering
exceedingly
.
`
Miss
Dombey
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
.
`
To
be
again
permitted
to
—
to
—
gaze
—
at
least
,
not
to
gaze
,
but
—
I
do
n't
exactly
know
what
I
was
going
to
say
,
but
it
's
of
no
consequence
.
´
`
I
have
to
thank
you
so
often
,
´
returned
Florence
,
giving
him
both
her
hands
,
with
all
her
innocent
gratitude
beaming
in
her
face
,
`
that
I
have
no
words
left
,
and
do
n't
know
how
to
do
it
.
´
`
Miss
Dombey
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
in
an
awful
voice
,
`
if
it
was
possible
that
you
could
,
consistently
with
your
angelic
nature
,
Curse
me
,
you
would
—
if
I
may
be
allowed
to
say
so
—
floor
me
infinitely
less
,
than
by
these
undeserved
expressions
of
kindness
.
Their
effect
upon
me
—
is
—
but
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
abruptly
,
`
this
is
a
digression
,
and
's
of
no
consequence
at
all
.
´
As
there
seemed
to
be
no
means
of
replying
to
this
,
but
by
thanking
him
again
,
Florence
thanked
him
again
.
`
I
could
wish
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
to
take
this
opportunity
,
Miss
Dombey
,
if
I
might
,
of
entering
into
a
word
of
explanation
.
I
should
have
had
the
pleasure
of
—
of
returning
with
Susan
at
an
earlier
period
;
but
,
in
the
first
place
,
we
did
n't
know
the
name
of
the
relation
to
whose
house
she
had
gone
,
and
,
in
the
second
,
as
she
had
left
that
relation
's
and
gone
to
another
at
a
distance
,
I
think
that
scarcely
anything
short
of
the
sagacity
of
the
Chicken
,
would
have
found
her
out
in
the
time
.
´
Florence
was
sure
of
it
.
`
This
,
however
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
is
not
the
point
.
The
company
of
Susan
has
been
,
I
assure
you
,
Miss
Dombey
,
a
consolation
and
satisfaction
to
me
,
in
my
state
of
mind
,
more
easily
conceived
than
described
.
The
journey
has
been
its
own
reward
.
That
,
however
,
still
,
is
not
the
point
.
Miss
Dombey
,
I
have
before
observed
that
I
know
I
am
not
what
is
considered
a
quick
person
.
I
am
perfectly
aware
of
that
.
I
do
n't
think
anybody
could
be
better
acquainted
with
his
own
—
if
it
was
not
too
strong
an
expression
,
I
should
say
with
the
thickness
of
his
own
head
—
than
myself
.
But
,
Miss
Dombey
,
I
do
,
notwithstanding
,
perceive
the
state
of
—
of
things
—
with
Lieutenant
Walters
.
Whatever
agony
that
state
of
things
may
have
caused
me
(
which
is
of
no
consequence
at
all
)
,
I
am
bound
to
say
,
that
Lieutenant
Walters
is
a
person
who
appears
to
be
worthy
of
the
blessing
that
has
fallen
on
his
—
on
his
brow
.
May
he
wear
it
long
,
and
appreciate
it
,
as
a
very
different
,
and
very
unworthy
individual
,
that
it
is
of
no
consequence
to
name
,
would
have
done
!
That
,
however
,
still
,
is
not
the
point
.
Miss
Dombey
,
Captain
Gills
is
a
friend
of
mine
;
and
during
the
interval
that
is
now
elapsing
,
I
believe
it
would
afford
Captain
Gills
pleasure
to
see
me
occasionally
coming
backwards
and
forwards
here
.
It
would
afford
me
pleasure
so
to
come
.
But
I
cannot
forget
that
I
once
committed
myself
,
fatally
,
at
the
corner
of
the
Square
at
Brighton
;
and
if
my
presence
will
be
,
in
the
least
degree
,
unpleasant
to
you
,
I
only
ask
you
to
name
it
to
me
now
,
and
assure
you
that
I
shall
perfectly
understand
you
.
I
shall
not
consider
it
at
all
unkind
,
and
shall
only
be
too
delighted
and
happy
to
be
honoured
with
your
confidence
.
´
`
Mr.
Toots
,
´
returned
Florence
,
`
if
you
,
who
are
so
old
and
true
a
friend
of
mine
,
were
to
stay
away
from
this
house
now
,
you
would
make
me
very
unhappy
.
It
can
never
,
never
,
give
me
any
feeling
but
pleasure
to
see
you
.
´
`
Miss
Dombey
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
taking
out
his
pocket-handkerchief
,
`
if
I
shed
a
tear
,
it
is
a
tear
of
joy
.
It
is
of
no
consequence
,
and
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
you
.
I
may
be
allowed
to
remark
,
after
what
you
have
so
kindly
said
,
that
it
is
not
my
intention
to
neglect
my
person
any
longer
.
´
Florence
received
this
intimation
with
the
prettiest
expression
of
perplexity
possible
.
`
I
mean
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
that
I
shall
consider
it
my
duty
as
a
fellow-creature
generally
,
until
I
am
claimed
by
the
silent
tomb
,
to
make
the
best
of
myself
,
and
to
—
to
have
my
boots
as
brightly
polished
,
as
—
as
circumstances
will
admit
of
.
This
is
the
last
time
,
Miss
Dombey
,
of
my
intruding
any
observation
of
a
private
and
personal
nature
.
I
thank
you
very
much
indeed
.
If
I
am
not
,
in
a
general
way
,
as
sensible
as
my
friends
could
wish
me
to
be
,
or
as
I
could
wish
myself
,
I
really
am
,
upon
my
word
and
honour
,
particularly
sensible
of
what
is
considerate
and
kind
.
I
feel
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
in
an
impassioned
tone
,
`
as
if
I
could
express
my
feelings
,
at
the
present
moment
,
in
a
most
remarkable
manner
,
if
—
if
—
I
could
only
get
a
start
.
´
Appearing
not
to
get
it
,
after
waiting
a
minute
or
two
to
see
if
it
would
come
,
Mr.
Toots
,
took
a
hasty
leave
,
and
went
below
to
seek
the
Captain
,
whom
he
found
in
the
shop
.
`
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
what
is
now
to
take
place
between
us
,
takes
place
under
the
sacred
seal
of
confidence
.
It
is
the
sequel
,
Captain
Gills
,
of
what
has
taken
place
between
myself
and
Miss
Dombey
,
up
stairs
.
´
`
Alow
and
aloft
,
eh
,
my
lad
?
´
murmured
the
Captain
.
`
Exactly
so
,
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
whose
fervour
of
acquiescence
was
greatly
heightened
by
his
entire
ignorance
of
the
Captain
's
meaning
.
`
Miss
Dombey
,
I
believe
,
Captain
Gills
,
is
to
be
shortly
united
to
Lieutenant
Walters
?
´
`
Why
,
aye
,
my
lad
.
We
're
all
shipments
here
,
—
Wal'r
and
sweetheart
will
be
jined
together
in
the
house
of
bondage
,
as
soon
as
the
askings
is
over
,
´
whispered
Captain
Cuttle
,
in
his
ear
.
`
The
askings
,
Captain
Gills
!
´
repeated
Mr.
Toots
.
`
In
the
church
,
down
yonder
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
pointing
his
thumb
over
his
shoulder
.
`
Oh
!
Yes
!
´
returned
Mr.
Toots
.
`
And
then
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
in
his
hoarse
whisper
,
and
tapping
Mr.
Toots
on
the
chest
with
the
back
of
his
hand
,
and
falling
from
him
with
a
look
of
infinite
admiration
,
`
what
follers
?
That
there
pretty
creetur
,
as
delicately
brought
up
as
a
foreign
bird
,
goes
away
upon
the
roaring
main
with
Wal'r
on
a
woyage
to
China
!
´
`
Lord
,
Captain
Gills
!
´
said
Mr.
Toots
.
`
Aye
!
´
nodded
the
Captain
.
`
The
ship
as
took
him
up
,
when
he
was
wrecked
in
the
hurricane
that
had
drove
her
clean
out
of
her
course
,
was
a
China
trader
,
and
Wal'r
made
the
woyage
,
and
got
into
favour
,
aboard
and
ashore
—
being
as
smart
and
good
a
lad
as
ever
stepped
—
and
so
,
the
supercargo
dying
at
Canton
,
he
got
made
(
having
acted
as
clerk
afore
)
,
and
now
he
's
supercargo
aboard
another
ship
,
same
owners
.
And
so
,
you
see
,
´
repeated
the
Captain
,
thoughtfully
,
`
the
pretty
creetur
goes
away
upon
the
roaring
main
with
Wal'r
,
on
a
woyage
to
China
.
´
Mr.
Toots
and
Captain
Cuttle
heaved
a
sigh
in
concert
.
`
What
then
?
´
said
the
Captain
.
`
She
loves
him
true
.
He
loves
her
true
.
Them
as
should
have
loved
and
tended
of
her
,
treated
of
her
like
the
beasts
as
perish
.
When
she
,
cast
out
of
home
,
come
here
to
me
,
and
dropped
upon
them
planks
,
her
wownded
heart
was
broke
.
I
know
it
.
I
,
Ed'ard
Cuttle
,
see
it
.
There
's
nowt
but
true
,
kind
,
steady
love
,
as
can
ever
piece
it
up
again
.
If
so
be
I
did
n't
know
that
,
and
did
n't
know
as
Wal'r
was
her
true
love
,
brother
,
and
she
his
,
I
'd
have
these
here
blue
arms
and
legs
chopped
off
,
afore
I
'd
let
her
go
.
But
I
do
know
it
,
and
what
then
?
Why
,
then
,
I
say
,
Heaven
go
with
'
em
both
,
and
so
it
will
!
Amen
!
´
`
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
let
me
have
the
pleasure
of
shaking
hands
.
You
've
a
way
of
saying
things
,
that
gives
me
an
agreeable
warmth
,
all
up
my
back
.
I
say
Amen
.
You
are
aware
,
Captain
Gills
,
that
I
,
too
,
have
adored
Miss
Dombey
.
´
`
Cheer
up
!
´
said
the
Captain
,
laying
his
hand
on
Mr.
Toots
's
shoulder
.
`
Stand
by
,
boy
!
´
`
It
is
my
intention
,
Captain
Gills
,
´
returned
the
spirited
Mr.
Toots
,
`
to
cheer
up
.
Also
to
stand
by
,
as
much
as
possible
.
When
the
silent
tomb
shall
yawn
,
Captain
Gills
,
I
shall
be
ready
for
burial
;
not
before
.
But
not
being
certain
,
just
at
present
,
of
my
power
over
myself
,
what
I
wish
to
say
to
you
,
and
what
I
shall
take
it
as
a
particular
favour
if
you
will
mention
to
Lieutenant
Walters
,
is
as
follows
.
´
`
Is
as
follers
,
´
echoed
the
Captain
.
`
Steady
!
´
`
Miss
Dombey
being
so
inexpressibly
kind
,
´
continued
Mr.
Toots
with
watery
eyes
,
`
as
to
say
that
my
presence
is
the
reverse
of
disagreeable
to
her
,
and
you
and
everybody
here
being
no
less
forbearing
and
tolerant
towards
one
who
—
who
certainly
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
with
momentary
dejection
,
`
would
appear
to
have
been
born
by
mistake
,
I
shall
come
backwards
and
forwards
of
an
evening
,
during
the
short
time
we
can
all
be
together
.
But
what
I
ask
is
this
.
If
,
at
any
moment
,
I
find
that
I
cannot
endure
the
contemplation
of
Lieutenant
Walters
's
bliss
,
and
should
rush
out
,
I
hope
,
Captain
Gills
,
that
you
and
he
will
both
consider
it
as
my
misfortune
and
not
my
fault
,
or
the
want
of
inward
conflict
.
That
you
'll
feel
convinced
I
bear
no
malice
to
any
living
creature
—
least
of
all
to
Lieutenant
Walters
himself
—
and
that
you
'll
casually
remark
that
I
have
gone
out
for
a
walk
,
or
probably
to
see
what
o'clock
it
is
by
the
Royal
Exchange
.
Captain
Gills
,
if
your
could
enter
into
this
arrangement
,
and
could
answer
for
Lieutenant
Walters
,
it
would
be
a
relief
to
my
feelings
that
I
should
think
cheap
at
the
sacrifice
of
a
considerable
portion
of
my
property
.
´
`
My
lad
,
´
returned
the
Captain
,
`
say
no
more
.
There
ai
n't
a
colour
you
can
run
up
,
as
wo
n't
be
made
out
,
and
answered
to
,
by
Wal'r
and
self
.
´
`
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
my
mind
is
greatly
relieved
.
I
wish
to
preserve
the
good
opinion
of
all
here
.
I
—
I
—
mean
well
,
upon
my
honour
,
however
badly
I
may
show
it
.
You
know
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
it
's
exactly
as
if
Burgess
and
Co.
wished
to
oblige
a
customer
with
a
most
extraordinary
pair
of
trousers
,
and
could
not
cut
out
what
they
had
in
their
minds
.
´
With
this
apposite
illustration
,
of
which
he
seemed
a
little
proud
,
Mr.
Toots
gave
captain
Cuttle
his
blessing
and
departed
.
The
honest
Captain
,
with
his
Heart
's
Delight
in
the
house
,
and
Susan
tending
her
,
was
a
beaming
and
a
happy
man
.
As
the
days
flew
by
,
he
grew
more
beaming
and
more
happy
,
every
day
.
After
some
conferences
with
Susan
(
for
whose
wisdom
the
Captain
had
a
profound
respect
,
and
whose
valiant
precipitation
of
herself
on
Mrs.
MacStinger
he
could
never
forget
)
,
he
proposed
to
Florence
that
the
daughter
of
the
elderly
lady
who
usually
sat
under
the
blue
umbrella
in
Leadenhall
Market
,
should
,
for
prudential
reasons
and
considerations
of
privacy
,
be
superseded
in
the
temporary
discharge
of
the
household
duties
,
by
some
one
who
was
not
unknown
to
them
,
and
in
whom
they
could
safely
confide
.
Susan
,
being
present
,
then
named
,
in
furtherance
of
a
suggestion
she
had
previously
offered
to
the
Captain
,
Mrs.
Richards
.
Florence
brightened
at
the
name
.
And
Susan
,
setting
off
that
very
afternoon
to
the
Toodle
domicile
,
to
sound
Mrs.
Richards
,
returned
in
triumph
the
same
evening
,
accompanied
by
the
identical
rosy-cheeked
apple-faced
Polly
,
whose
demonstrations
,
when
brought
into
Florence
's
presence
,
were
hardly
less
affectionate
than
those
of
Susan
Nipper
herself
.
This
piece
of
generalship
accomplished
;
from
which
the
Captain
derived
uncommon
satisfaction
,
as
he
did
,
indeed
,
from
everything
else
that
was
done
,
whatever
it
happened
to
be
;
Florence
had
next
to
prepare
Susan
for
their
approaching
separation
.
This
was
a
much
more
difficult
task
,
as
Miss
Nipper
was
of
a
resolute
disposition
,
and
had
fully
made
up
her
mind
that
she
had
come
back
never
to
be
parted
from
her
old
mistress
any
more
.
`
As
to
wages
dear
Miss
Floy
,
´
she
said
,
`
you
would
n't
hint
and
wrong
me
so
as
think
of
naming
them
,
for
I
've
put
money
by
and
would
n't
sell
my
love
and
duty
at
a
time
like
this
even
if
the
Savings
´
Banks
and
me
were
total
strangers
or
the
Banks
were
broke
to
pieces
,
but
you
've
never
been
without
me
darling
from
the
time
your
poor
dear
ma
was
took
away
,
and
though
I
'm
nothing
to
be
boasted
of
you
're
used
to
me
and
oh
my
own
dear
mistress
through
so
many
years
do
n't
think
of
going
anywhere
without
me
,
for
it
must
n't
and
ca
n't
be
!
´
`
Dear
Susan
,
I
am
going
on
a
long
,
long
voyage
.
´
`
Well
Miss
Floy
,
and
what
of
that
?
the
more
you
'll
want
me
.
Lengths
of
voyages
ai
n't
an
object
in
my
eyes
,
thank
God
!
´
said
the
impetuous
Susan
Nipper
.
`
But
,
Susan
,
I
am
going
with
Walter
,
and
I
would
go
with
Walter
anywhere
—
everywhere
!
Walter
is
poor
,
and
I
am
very
poor
,
and
I
must
learn
,
now
,
both
to
help
myself
,
and
help
him
.
´
`
Dear
Miss
Floy
!
´
cried
Susan
,
bursting
out
afresh
,
and
shaking
her
head
violently
,
`
it
's
nothing
new
to
you
to
help
yourself
and
others
too
and
be
the
patientest
and
truest
of
noble
hearts
,
but
let
me
talk
to
Mr.
Walter
Gay
and
settle
it
with
him
,
for
suffer
you
to
go
away
across
the
world
alone
I
cannot
,
and
I
wo
n't
.
´
`
Alone
,
Susan
?
´
returned
Florence
.
`
Alone
?
and
Walter
taking
me
with
him
!
´
Ah
,
what
a
bright
,
amazed
,
enraptured
smile
was
on
her
face
!
—
He
should
have
seen
it
.
`
I
am
sure
you
will
not
speak
to
Walter
if
I
ask
you
not
,
´
she
added
tenderly
;
`
and
pray
do
n't
,
dear
.
´
Susan
sobbed
`
Why
not
,
Miss
Floy
?
´
`
Because
,
´
said
Florence
,
`
I
am
going
to
be
his
wife
,
to
give
him
up
my
whole
heart
,
and
to
live
with
him
and
die
with
him
.
He
might
think
,
if
you
said
to
him
what
you
have
said
to
me
,
that
I
am
afraid
of
what
is
before
me
,
or
that
you
have
some
cause
to
be
afraid
for
me
.
Why
,
Susan
,
dear
,
I
love
him
!
´
Miss
Nipper
was
so
much
affected
by
the
quiet
fervour
of
these
words
,
and
simple
,
heartfelt
,
all-pervading
earnestness
expressed
in
them
,
and
making
the
speaker
's
face
more
beautiful
and
pure
than
ever
,
that
she
could
only
cling
to
her
again
,
crying
Was
her
little
mistress
really
,
really
going
to
be
married
,
and
pitying
,
caressing
,
and
protecting
her
,
as
she
had
done
before
.
But
the
Nipper
,
though
susceptible
of
womanly
weaknesses
,
was
almost
as
capable
of
putting
constraint
upon
herself
as
of
attacking
the
redoubtable
MacStinger
.
From
that
time
,
she
never
returned
to
the
subject
,
but
was
always
cheerful
,
active
,
bustling
,
and
hopeful
.
She
did
,
indeed
,
inform
Mr.
Toots
privately
,
that
she
was
only
`
keeping
up
´
for
the
time
,
and
that
when
it
was
all
over
,
and
Miss
Dombey
was
gone
,
she
might
be
expected
to
become
a
spectacle
distressful
;
and
Mr.
Toots
did
also
express
that
it
was
his
case
too
,
and
that
they
would
mingle
their
tears
together
;
but
she
never
otherwise
indulged
her
private
feelings
in
the
presence
of
Florence
or
within
the
precincts
of
the
Midshipman
.
Limited
and
plain
as
Florence
's
wardrobe
was
—
what
a
contrast
to
that
prepared
for
the
last
marriage
in
which
she
had
taken
part
!
—
there
was
a
good
deal
to
do
in
getting
it
ready
,
and
Susan
Nipper
worked
away
at
her
side
,
all
day
,
with
the
concentrated
zeal
of
fifty
sempstresses
.
The
wonderful
contributions
Captain
Cuttle
would
have
made
to
this
branch
of
the
outfit
,
if
he
had
been
permitted
—
as
pink
parasols
,
tinted
silk
stockings
,
blue
shoes
,
and
other
articles
no
less
necessary
on
shipboard
—
would
occupy
some
space
in
the
recital
.
He
was
induced
,
however
,
by
various
fraudulent
representations
,
to
limit
his
contributions
to
a
workbox
and
dressing-case
,
of
each
of
which
he
purchased
the
very
largest
specimen
that
could
be
got
for
money
.
For
ten
days
or
a
fortnight
afterwards
,
he
generally
sat
,
during
the
greater
part
of
the
day
,
gazing
at
these
boxes
;
divided
between
extreme
admiration
of
them
,
and
dejected
misgivings
that
they
were
not
gorgeous
enough
,
and
frequently
diving
out
into
the
street
to
purchase
some
wild
article
that
he
deemed
necessary
to
their
completeness
.
But
his
master-stroke
was
,
the
bearing
of
them
both
off
,
suddenly
,
one
morning
,
and
getting
the
two
words
florence
gay
engraved
upon
a
brass
heart
inlaid
over
the
lid
of
each
.
After
this
,
he
smoked
four
pipes
successively
in
the
little
parlour
by
himself
,
and
was
discovered
chuckling
,
at
the
expiration
of
as
many
hours
.
Walter
was
busy
and
away
all
day
,
but
came
there
every
morning
early
to
see
Florence
,
and
always
passed
the
evening
with
her
.
Florence
never
left
her
high
rooms
but
to
steal
downstairs
to
wait
for
him
when
it
was
his
time
to
come
,
or
,
sheltered
by
his
proud
,
encircling
arm
,
to
bear
him
company
to
the
door
again
,
and
sometimes
peep
into
the
street
.
In
the
twilight
they
were
always
together
.
Oh
blessed
time
!
Oh
wandering
heart
at
rest
!
Oh
deep
,
exhaustless
,
mighty
well
of
love
,
in
which
so
much
was
sunk
!
The
cruel
mark
was
on
her
bosom
yet
.
It
rose
against
her
father
with
the
breath
she
drew
,
it
lay
between
her
and
her
lover
when
he
pressed
her
to
his
heart
.
But
she
forgot
it
.
In
the
beating
of
that
heart
for
her
,
and
in
the
beating
of
her
own
for
him
,
all
harsher
music
was
unheard
,
all
stern
unloving
hearts
forgotten
.
Fragile
and
delicate
she
was
,
but
with
a
might
of
love
within
her
that
could
,
and
did
,
create
a
world
to
fly
to
,
and
to
rest
in
,
out
of
his
one
image
.
How
often
did
the
great
house
,
and
the
old
days
,
come
before
her
in
the
twilight
time
,
when
she
was
sheltered
by
the
arm
,
so
proud
,
so
fond
,
and
,
creeping
closer
to
him
,
shrunk
within
it
at
the
recollection
!
How
often
,
from
remembering
the
night
when
she
went
down
to
that
room
and
met
the
never-to-be-forgotten
look
,
did
she
raise
her
eyes
to
those
that
watched
her
with
such
loving
earnestness
,
and
weep
with
happiness
in
such
a
refuge
!
The
more
she
clung
to
it
,
the
more
the
dear
dead
child
was
in
her
thoughts
:
but
as
if
the
last
time
she
had
seen
her
father
,
had
been
when
he
was
sleeping
and
she
kissed
his
face
,
she
always
left
him
so
,
and
never
,
in
her
fancy
,
passed
that
hour
.
`
Walter
,
dear
,
´
said
Florence
,
one
evening
,
when
it
was
almost
dark
.
`
Do
you
Know
what
I
have
been
thinking
to-day
?
´
`
Thinking
how
the
time
is
flying
on
,
and
how
soon
we
shall
be
upon
the
sea
,
sweet
Florence
?
´
`
I
do
n't
mean
that
,
Walter
,
though
I
think
of
that
too
.
I
have
been
thinking
what
a
charge
I
am
to
you
.
´
`
A
precious
,
sacred
charge
,
dear
heart
!
Why
I
think
that
sometimes
.
´
`
You
are
laughing
,
Walter
.
I
know
that
's
much
more
in
your
thoughts
than
mine
.
But
I
mean
a
cost
.
´
`
A
cost
,
my
own
?
´
`
In
money
,
dear
.
All
these
preparations
that
Susan
and
I
are
so
busy
with
—
I
have
been
able
to
purchase
very
little
for
myself
.
You
were
poor
before
.
But
how
much
poorer
I
shall
make
you
,
Walter
!
´
`
And
how
much
richer
,
Florence
!
´
Florence
laughed
,
and
shook
her
head
.
`
Besides
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
long
ago
—
before
I
went
to
sea
—
I
had
a
little
purse
presented
to
me
,
dearest
,
which
had
money
in
it
.
´
`
Ah
!
´
returned
Florence
,
laughing
sorrowfully
,
`
very
little
!
Very
little
,
Walter
!
But
,
you
must
not
think
,
´
and
here
she
laid
her
light
hand
on
his
shoulder
,
and
looked
into
his
face
,
`
that
I
regret
to
be
this
burden
on
you
.
No
,
dear
love
,
I
am
glad
of
it
.
I
am
happy
in
it
.
I
would
n't
have
it
otherwise
for
all
the
world
!
´
`
Nor
I
,
indeed
,
dear
Florence
.
´
`
Aye
!
but
,
Walter
,
you
can
never
feel
it
as
I
do
.
I
am
so
proud
of
you
!
It
makes
my
heart
swell
with
such
delight
to
know
that
those
who
speak
of
you
must
say
you
married
a
poor
disowned
girl
,
who
had
taken
shelter
here
;
who
had
no
other
home
,
no
other
friends
;
who
had
nothing
—
nothing
!
Oh
,
Walter
,
if
I
could
have
brought
you
millions
,
I
never
could
have
been
so
happy
for
your
sake
,
as
I
am
!
´
`
And
you
,
dear
Florence
?
are
you
nothing
?
´
he
returned
.
`
No
,
nothing
,
Walter
.
Nothing
but
your
wife
.
´
The
light
hand
stole
about
his
neck
,
and
the
voice
came
nearer
—
nearer
.
`
I
am
nothing
any
more
,
that
is
not
you
.
I
have
no
earthly
hope
any
more
,
that
is
not
you
.
I
have
nothing
dear
to
me
any
more
,
that
is
not
you
.
´
Oh
!
well
might
Mr.
Toots
leave
the
little
company
that
evening
,
and
twice
go
out
to
correct
his
watch
by
the
Royal
Exchange
,
and
once
to
keep
an
appointment
with
a
banker
which
he
suddenly
remembered
,
and
once
to
take
a
little
turn
to
Aldgate
Pump
and
back
!
But
before
he
went
upon
these
expeditions
,
or
indeed
before
he
came
,
and
before
lights
were
brought
,
Walter
said
:
`
Florence
,
love
,
the
lading
of
our
ship
is
nearly
finished
,
and
probably
on
the
very
day
of
our
marriage
she
will
drop
down
the
river
.
Shall
we
go
away
that
morning
,
and
stay
in
Kent
until
we
go
on
board
at
Gravesend
within
a
week
?
´
`
If
you
please
,
Walter
.
I
shall
be
happy
anywhere
.
But
—
—
`
Yes
,
my
life
?
´
`
You
know
,
´
said
Florence
,
`
that
we
shall
have
no
marriage
party
,
and
that
nobody
will
distinguish
us
by
our
dress
from
other
people
.
As
we
leave
the
same
day
,
will
you
—
will
you
take
me
somewhere
that
morning
,
Walter
—
early
—
before
we
go
to
church
?
´
Walter
seemed
to
understand
her
,
as
so
true
a
lover
so
truly
loved
should
,
and
confirmed
his
ready
promise
with
a
kiss
—
with
more
than
one
perhaps
,
or
two
or
three
,
or
five
or
six
;
and
in
the
grave
,
peaceful
evening
,
Florence
was
very
happy
.
Then
into
the
quiet
room
came
Susan
Nipper
and
the
candles
:
shortly
afterwards
,
the
tea
,
the
Captain
,
and
the
excursive
Mr.
Toots
,
who
,
as
above
mentioned
,
was
frequently
on
the
move
afterwards
,
and
passed
but
a
restless
evening
.
This
,
however
,
was
not
his
habit
:
for
he
generally
got
on
very
well
,
by
dint
of
playing
at
cribbage
with
the
Captain
under
the
advice
and
guidance
of
Miss
Nipper
,
and
distracting
his
mind
with
the
calculations
incidental
to
the
game
;
which
he
found
to
be
a
very
effectual
means
of
utterly
confounding
himself
.
The
Captain
's
visage
on
these
occasions
presented
one
of
the
finest
examples
of
combination
and
succession
of
expression
ever
observed
.
His
instinctive
delicacy
and
his
chivalrous
feeling
towards
Florence
,
taught
him
that
it
was
not
a
time
for
any
boisterous
jollity
,
or
violent
display
of
satisfaction
.
Certain
floating
reminiscences
of
Lovely
Peg
,
on
the
other
hand
,
were
constantly
struggling
for
a
vent
,
and
urging
the
Captain
to
commit
himself
by
some
irreparable
demonstration
.
Anon
,
his
admiration
of
Florence
and
Walter
—
well-matched
,
truly
,
and
full
of
grace
and
interest
in
their
youth
,
and
love
,
and
good
looks
,
as
they
sat
apart
—
would
take
such
complete
possession
of
him
,
that
he
would
lay
down
his
cards
,
and
beam
upon
them
,
dabbing
his
head
all
over
with
his
pocket-handkerchief
;
until
warned
,
perhaps
,
by
the
sudden
rushing
forth
of
Mr.
Toots
,
that
he
had
unconsciously
been
very
instrumental
,
indeed
,
in
making
that
gentleman
miserable
.
This
reflection
would
make
the
Captain
profoundly
melancholy
,
until
the
return
of
Mr.
Toots
;
when
he
would
fall
to
his
cards
again
,
with
many
side
winks
and
nods
,
and
polite
waves
of
his
hook
at
Miss
Nipper
,
importing
that
he
was
n't
going
to
do
so
any
more
.
The
state
that
ensued
on
this
,
was
,
perhaps
,
his
best
;
for
then
,
endeavouring
to
discharge
all
expression
from
his
face
,
he
would
sit
,
staring
round
the
room
,
with
all
these
expressions
conveyed
into
it
at
once
,
and
each
wrestling
with
the
other
.
Delighted
admiration
of
Florence
and
Walter
always
overthrew
the
rest
,
and
remained
victorious
and
undisguised
,
unless
Mr.
Toots
made
another
rush
into
the
air
,
and
then
the
Captain
would
sit
,
like
a
remorseful
culprit
,
until
he
came
back
again
,
occasionally
calling
upon
himself
,
in
a
low
reproachful
voice
,
to
`
Stand
by
!
´
or
growling
some
remonstrance
to
`
Ed'ard
Cuttle
,
my
lad
,
'
on
the
want
of
caution
observable
in
his
behaviour
.
One
of
Mr.
Toots
's
hardest
trials
,
however
,
was
of
his
own
seeking
.
On
the
approach
of
the
Sunday
which
was
to
witness
the
last
of
those
askings
in
church
of
which
the
Captain
had
spoken
,
Mr.
Toots
thus
stated
his
feelings
to
Susan
Nipper
.
`
Susan
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
I
am
drawn
towards
the
building
.
The
words
which
cut
me
off
from
Miss
Dombey
for
ever
,
will
strike
upon
my
ears
like
a
knell
you
know
,
but
upon
my
word
and
honour
,
I
feel
that
I
must
hear
them
.
Therefore
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
will
you
accompany
me
to-morrow
,
to
the
sacred
edifice
?
´
Miss
Nipper
expressed
her
readiness
to
do
so
,
if
that
would
be
any
satisfaction
to
Mr.
Toots
,
but
besought
him
to
abandon
his
idea
of
going
.
`
Susan
,
´
returned
Mr.
Toots
,
with
much
solemnity
,
`
before
my
whiskers
began
to
be
observed
by
anybody
but
myself
,
I
adored
Miss
Dombey
.
While
yet
a
victim
to
the
thraldom
of
Blimber
,
I
adored
Miss
Dombey
.
When
I
could
no
longer
be
kept
out
of
my
property
,
in
a
legal
point
of
view
,
and
—
and
accordingly
came
into
it
—
I
adored
Miss
Dombey
.
The
banns
which
consign
her
to
Lieutenant
Walters
,
and
me
to
—
to
Gloom
,
you
know
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
after
hesitating
for
a
strong
expression
,
`
may
be
dreadful
,
will
be
dreadful
;
but
I
feel
that
I
should
wish
to
hear
them
spoken
.
I
feel
that
I
should
wish
to
know
that
the
ground
was
certainly
cut
from
under
me
,
and
that
I
had
n't
a
hope
to
cherish
,
or
a
—
or
a
leg
,
in
short
,
to
—
to
go
upon
.
´
Susan
Nipper
could
only
commiserate
Mr.
Toots
's
unfortunate
condition
,
and
agree
,
under
these
circumstances
,
to
accompany
him
;
which
she
did
next
morning
.
The
church
Walter
had
chosen
for
the
purpose
,
was
a
mouldy
old
church
in
a
yard
,
hemmed
in
by
a
labyrinth
of
back
streets
and
courts
,
with
a
little
burying-ground
round
it
,
and
itself
buried
in
a
kind
of
vault
,
formed
by
the
neighbouring
houses
,
and
paved
with
echoing
stones
.
It
was
a
great
dim
,
shabby
pile
,
with
high
old
oaken
pews
,
among
which
about
a
score
of
people
lost
themselves
every
Sunday
;
while
the
clergyman
's
voice
drowsily
resounded
through
the
emptiness
,
and
the
organ
rumbled
and
rolled
as
if
the
church
had
got
the
colic
,
for
want
of
a
congregation
to
keep
the
wind
and
damp
out
.
But
so
far
was
this
city
church
from
languishing
for
the
company
of
other
churches
,
that
spires
were
clustered
round
it
,
as
the
masts
of
shipping
cluster
on
the
river
.
It
would
have
been
hard
to
count
them
from
its
steeple-top
,
they
were
so
many
.
In
almost
every
yard
and
blind-place
near
,
there
was
a
church
.
The
confusion
of
bells
when
Susan
and
Mr.
Toots
betook
themselves
towards
it
on
the
Sunday
morning
,
was
deafening
.
There
were
twenty
churches
close
together
,
clamouring
for
people
to
come
in
.
The
two
stray
sheep
in
question
were
penned
by
a
beadle
in
a
commodious
