,had
dined
,
and
greatly
improved
the
acquaintance
of
Solomon
Gills
,
with
whom
she
was
on
terms
of
perfect
confidence
and
ease
.
The
black-eyed
(
who
had
cried
so
much
that
she
might
now
be
called
the
red-eyed
,
and
who
was
very
silent
and
depressed
)
caught
her
in
her
arms
without
a
word
of
contradiction
or
reproach
,
and
made
a
very
hysterical
meeting
of
it
.
Then
converting
the
parlour
,
for
the
nonce
,
into
a
private
tiring
room
,
she
dressed
her
,
with
great
care
,
in
proper
clothes
;
and
presently
led
her
forth
,
as
like
a
Dombey
as
her
natural
disqualifications
admitted
of
her
being
made
.
`
Good
night
!
´
said
Florence
,
running
up
to
Solomon
.
`
You
have
been
very
good
to
me
.
´
Old
Sol
was
quite
delighted
,
and
kissed
her
like
her
grandfather
.
`
Good
night
,
Walter
!
Good-bye
!
´
said
Florence
.
`
Good-bye
!
´
said
Walter
,
giving
both
his
hands
.
`
I
'll
never
forget
you
,
´
pursued
Florence
.
`
No
!
indeed
I
never
will
.
Good-bye
,
Walter
!
´
In
the
innocence
of
her
grateful
heart
,
the
child
lifted
up
her
face
to
his
.
Walter
,
bending
down
his
own
,
raised
it
again
,
all
red
and
burning
;
and
looked
at
Uncle
Sol
,
quite
sheepishly
.
`
Where
's
Walter
?
´
`
Good
night
,
Walter
!
´
`
Good-bye
,
Walter
!
´
`
Shake
hands
once
more
,
Walter
!
´
This
was
still
Florence
's
cry
,
after
she
was
shut
up
with
her
little
maid
,
in
the
coach
.
And
when
the
coach
at
length
moved
off
,
Walter
on
the
door-step
gaily
returned
the
waving
of
her
handkerchief
,
while
the
wooden
midshipman
behind
him
seemed
,
like
himself
,
intent
upon
that
coach
alone
,
excluding
all
the
other
passing
coaches
from
his
observation
.
In
good
time
Mr.
Dombey
's
mansion
was
gained
again
,
and
again
there
was
a
noise
of
tongues
in
the
library
.
Again
,
too
,
the
coach
was
ordered
to
wait
—
`
for
Mrs.
Richards
,
´
one
of
Susan
's
fellow-servants
ominously
whispered
,
as
she
passed
with
Florence
.
The
entrance
of
the
lost
child
made
a
slight
sensation
,
but
not
much
.
Mr.
Dombey
,
who
had
never
found
her
,
kissed
her
once
upon
the
forehead
,
and
cautioned
her
not
to
run
away
again
,
or
wander
anywhere
with
treacherous
attendants
.
Mrs.
Chick
stopped
in
her
lamentations
on
the
corruption
of
human
nature
,
even
when
beckoned
to
the
paths
of
virtue
by
a
Charitable
Grinder
;
and
received
her
with
a
welcome
something
short
of
the
reception
due
to
none
but
perfect
Dombeys
.
Miss
Tox
regulated
her
feelings
by
the
models
before
her
.
Richards
,
the
culprit
Richards
,
alone
poured
out
her
heart
in
broken
words
of
welcome
,
and
bowed
herself
over
the
little
wandering
head
as
if
she
really
loved
it
.
`
Ah
,
Richards
!
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
with
a
sigh
.
`
It
would
have
been
much
more
satisfactory
to
those
who
wish
to
think
well
of
their
fellow
creatures
,
and
much
more
becoming
in
you
,
if
you
had
shown
some
proper
feeling
,
in
time
,
for
the
little
child
that
is
now
going
to
be
prematurely
deprived
of
its
natural
nourishment
.
´
`
Cut
off
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
,
in
a
plaintive
whisper
,
`
from
one
common
fountain
!
´
`
If
it
was
my
ungrateful
case
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
solemnly
,
`
and
I
had
your
reflections
,
Richards
,
I
should
feel
as
if
the
Charitable
Grinders
´
dress
would
blight
my
child
,
and
the
education
choke
him
.
´
For
the
matter
of
that
—
but
Mrs.
Chick
did
n't
know
it
—
he
had
been
pretty
well
blighted
by
the
dress
already
;
and
as
to
the
education
,
even
its
retributive
effect
might
be
produced
in
time
,
for
it
was
a
storm
of
sobs
and
blows
.
`
Louisa
!
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
It
is
not
necessary
to
prolong
these
observations
.
The
woman
is
discharged
and
paid
.
You
leave
this
house
,
Richards
,
for
taking
my
son
—
my
son
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
emphatically
repeating
these
two
words
,
`
into
haunts
and
into
society
which
are
not
to
be
thought
of
without
a
shudder
.
As
to
the
accident
which
befel
Miss
Florence
this
morning
,
I
regard
that
as
,
in
one
great
sense
,
a
happy
and
fortunate
circumstance
;
inasmuch
as
,
but
for
that
occurrence
,
I
never
could
have
known
—
and
from
your
own
lips
too
—
of
what
you
had
been
guilty
.
I
think
,
Louisa
,
the
other
nurse
,
the
young
person
,
´
here
Miss
Nipper
sobbed
aloud
,
`
being
so
much
younger
,
and
necessarily
influenced
by
Paul
's
nurse
,
may
remain
.
Have
the
goodness
to
direct
that
this
woman
's
coach
is
paid
to
'
—
Mr.
Dombey
stopped
and
winced
—
`
to
Staggs
's
Gardens
.
´
Polly
moved
towards
the
door
,
with
Florence
holding
to
her
dress
,
and
crying
to
her
in
the
most
pathetic
manner
not
to
go
away
.
It
was
a
dagger
in
the
haughty
father
's
heart
,
an
arrow
in
his
brain
,
to
see
how
the
flesh
and
blood
he
could
not
disown
,
clung
to
this
obscure
stranger
,
and
he
sitting
by
.
Not
that
he
cared
to
whom
his
daughter
turned
,
or
from
whom
turned
away
.
The
swift
sharp
agony
struck
through
him
,
as
he
thought
of
what
his
son
might
do
.
His
son
cried
lustily
that
night
,
at
all
events
.
Sooth
to
say
,
poor
Paul
had
better
reason
for
his
tears
than
sons
of
that
age
often
have
,
for
he
had
lost
his
second
mother
—
his
first
,
so
far
as
he
knew
—
by
a
stroke
as
sudden
as
that
natural
affliction
which
had
darkened
the
beginning
of
his
life
.
At
the
same
blow
,
his
sister
too
,
who
cried
herself
to
sleep
so
mournfully
,
had
lost
as
good
and
true
a
friend
.
But
that
is
quite
beside
the
question
.
Let
us
waste
no
words
about
it
.
CHAPTER
VII
A
Bird's-eye
Glimpse
of
Miss
Tox
's
Dwelling-place
;
also
of
the
State
of
Miss
Tox
's
Affections
MISS
TOX
inhabited
a
dark
little
house
that
had
been
squeezed
,
at
some
remote
period
of
English
History
,
into
a
fashionable
neighbourhood
at
the
west
end
of
the
town
,
where
it
stood
in
the
shad
like
a
poor
relation
of
the
great
street
round
the
corner
,
coldly
looked
down
upon
by
mighty
mansions
.
It
was
not
exactly
in
a
court
,
and
it
was
not
exactly
in
a
yard
;
but
it
was
in
the
dullest
of
No-Thoroughfares
,
rendered
anxious
and
haggard
by
distant
double
knocks
.
The
name
of
this
retirement
,
where
grass
grew
between
the
chinks
in
the
stone
pavement
,
was
Princess
's
Place
;
and
in
Princess
's
Place
was
Princess
's
Chapel
,
with
a
tinkling
bell
,
where
sometimes
as
many
as
five-and-twenty
people
attended
service
on
a
Sunday
.
The
Princess
's
Arms
was
also
there
,
and
much
resorted
to
by
splendid
footmen
.
A
sedan
chair
was
kept
inside
the
railing
before
the
Princess
's
Arms
,
but
it
had
never
come
out
within
the
memory
of
man
;
and
on
fine
mornings
,
the
top
of
every
rail
(
there
were
eight-and-forty
,
as
Miss
Tox
had
often
counted
)
was
decorated
with
a
pewter-pot
.
There
was
another
private
house
besides
Miss
Tox
's
in
Princess
's
Place
:
not
to
mention
an
immense
pair
of
gates
,
with
an
immense
pair
of
lion-headed
knockers
on
them
,
which
were
never
opened
by
any
chance
,
and
were
supposed
to
constitute
a
disused
entrance
to
somebody
's
stables
.
Indeed
,
there
was
a
smack
of
stabling
in
the
air
of
Princess
's
Place
;
and
Miss
Tox
's
bedroom
(
which
was
at
the
back
)
commanded
a
vista
of
Mews
,
where
hostlers
,
at
whatever
sort
of
work
engaged
,
were
continually
accompanying
themselves
with
effervescent
noises
;
and
where
the
most
domestic
and
confidential
garments
of
coachmen
and
their
wives
and
families
,
usually
hung
,
like
Macbeth
's
banners
,
on
the
outward
walls
.
At
this
other
private
house
in
Princess
's
Place
,
tenanted
by
a
retired
butler
who
had
married
a
housekeeper
,
apartments
were
let
Furnished
,
to
a
single
gentleman
:
to
wit
,
a
wooden-featured
,
blue-faced
Major
,
with
his
eyes
starting
out
of
his
head
,
in
whom
Miss
Tox
recognised
,
as
she
herself
expressed
it
,
`
something
so
truly
military
;
´
and
between
whom
and
herself
,
an
occasional
interchange
of
newspapers
and
pamphlets
,
and
such
Platonic
dalliance
,
was
effected
through
the
medium
of
a
dark
servant
of
the
Major
's
,
who
Miss
Tox
was
quite
content
to
classify
as
a
`
native
,
´
without
connecting
him
with
any
geographical
idea
whatever
.
Perhaps
there
never
was
a
smaller
entry
and
staircase
,
than
the
entry
and
staircase
of
Miss
Tox
's
house
.
Perhaps
,
taken
altogether
,
from
top
to
bottom
,
it
was
the
most
inconvenient
little
house
in
England
,
and
the
crookedest
;
but
then
,
Miss
Tox
said
,
what
a
situation
!
There
was
very
little
daylight
to
be
got
there
in
the
winter
:
no
sun
at
the
best
of
times
:
air
was
out
of
the
question
,
and
traffic
was
walled
out
.
Still
Miss
Tox
said
,
think
of
the
situation
!
So
said
the
blue-faced
Major
,
whose
eyes
were
starting
out
of
his
head
:
who
gloried
in
Princess
's
Place
:
and
who
delighted
to
turn
the
conversation
at
his
club
,
whenever
he
could
,
to
something
connected
with
some
of
the
great
people
in
the
great
street
round
the
corner
,
that
he
might
have
the
satisfaction
of
saying
they
were
his
neighbours
.
The
dingy
tenement
inhabited
by
Miss
Tox
was
her
own
;
having
been
devised
and
bequeathed
to
her
by
the
deceased
owner
of
the
fishy
eye
in
the
locket
,
of
whom
a
miniature
portrait
,
with
a
powdered
head
and
a
pigtail
,
balanced
the
kettleholder
on
opposite
sides
of
the
parlour
fireplace
.
The
greater
part
of
the
furniture
was
of
the
powdered-head
and
pig-tail
period
:
comprising
a
platewarmer
,
always
languishing
and
sprawling
its
four
attenuated
bow
legs
in
somebody
's
way
;
and
an
obsolete
harpsichord
,
illuminated
round
the
maker
's
name
with
a
painted
garland
of
sweet
peas
.
Although
Major
Bagstock
had
arrived
at
what
is
called
in
polite
literature
,
the
grand
meridian
of
life
,
and
was
proceeding
on
his
journey
down-hill
with
hardly
any
throat
,
and
a
very
rigid
pair
of
jaw-bones
,
and
long-flapped
elephantine
ears
,
and
his
eyes
and
complexion
in
the
state
of
artificial
excitement
already
mentioned
,
he
was
mightily
proud
of
awakening
an
interest
in
Miss
Tox
,
and
tickled
his
vanity
with
the
fiction
that
she
was
a
splendid
woman
,
who
had
her
eye
on
him
.
This
he
had
several
times
hinted
at
the
club
:
in
connexion
with
little
jocularities
,
of
which
old
Joe
Bagstock
,
old
Joey
Bagstock
,
old
J
.
Bagstock
,
old
Josh
Bagstock
,
or
so
forth
,
was
the
perpetual
theme
:
it
being
,
as
it
were
,
the
Major
's
stronghold
and
donjon-keep
of
light
humour
,
to
be
on
the
most
familiar
terms
with
his
own
name
.
`
Joey
B
.
,
Sir
,
´
the
Major
would
say
,
with
a
flourish
of
his
walking-stick
,
`
is
worth
a
dozen
of
you
.
If
you
had
a
few
more
of
the
Bagstock
breed
among
you
,
Sir
,
you
'd
be
none
the
worse
for
it
.
Old
Joe
,
Sir
,
need
n't
look
far
for
a
wife
even
now
,
if
he
was
on
the
look-out
;
but
he
's
hard-hearted
,
Sir
,
is
Joe
—
he
's
tough
,
Sir
,
tough
,
and
de-vilish
sly
!
´
After
such
a
declaration
wheezing
sounds
would
be
heard
;
and
the
Major
's
blue
would
deepen
into
purple
,
while
his
eyes
strained
and
started
convulsively
.
Notwithstanding
his
very
liberal
laudation
of
himself
,
however
,
the
Major
was
selfish
.
It
may
be
doubted
whether
there
ever
was
a
more
entirely
selfish
person
at
heart
;
or
at
stomach
is
perhaps
a
better
expression
,
seeing
that
he
was
more
decidedly
endowed
with
that
latter
organ
than
with
the
former
.
He
had
no
idea
of
being
overlooked
or
slighted
by
anybody
;
least
of
all
,
had
he
the
remotest
comprehension
of
being
over-looked
and
slighted
by
Miss
Tox
.
And
yet
,
Miss
Tox
,
as
it
appeared
,
forgot
him
—
gradually
forgot
him
.
She
began
to
forget
him
soon
after
her
discovery
of
the
Toodle
family
.
She
continued
to
forget
him
up
to
the
time
of
the
christening
.
She
went
on
forgetting
him
with
compound
interest
after
that
.
Something
or
somebody
had
superseded
him
as
a
source
of
interest
.
`
Good
morning
,
Ma'am
,
´
said
the
Major
,
meeting
Miss
Tox
in
Princess
's
Place
,
some
weeks
after
the
changes
chronicled
in
the
last
chapter
.
`
Good
morning
,
Sir
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
;
very
coldly
.
`
Joe
Bagstock
,
Ma'am
,
´
observed
the
Major
,
with
his
usual
gallantry
,
`
has
not
had
the
happiness
of
bowing
to
you
at
your
window
,
for
a
considerable
period
.
Joe
has
been
hardly
used
,
ma'am
.
His
sun
has
been
behind
a
cloud
.
´
Miss
Tox
inclined
her
head
;
but
very
coldly
indeed
.
`
Joe
's
luminary
has
been
out
of
town
,
Ma'am
,
perhaps
,
´
inquired
the
Major
.
`
I
?
out
of
town
?
oh
no
,
I
have
not
been
out
of
town
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
.
`
I
have
been
much
engaged
lately
.
My
time
is
nearly
all
devoted
to
some
very
intimate
friends
.
I
am
afraid
I
have
none
to
spare
,
even
now
.
Good
morning
,
Sir
!
´
As
Miss
Tox
,
with
her
most
fascinating
step
and
carriage
,
disappeared
from
Princess
's
Place
,
the
Major
stood
looking
after
her
with
a
bluer
face
than
ever
:
muttering
and
growling
some
not
at
all
complimentary
remarks
.
`
Why
,
damme
,
Sir
,
´
said
the
Major
,
rolling
his
lobster
eyes
round
and
round
Princess
's
Place
,
and
apostrophizing
its
fragrant
air
,
`
six
months
ago
,
the
woman
loved
the
ground
Joe
Bagstock
walked
on
.
What
's
the
meaning
of
it
?
´
The
Major
decided
,
after
some
consideration
,
that
it
meant
man-traps
;
that
it
meant
plotting
and
snaring
;
that
Miss
Tox
was
digging
pitfalls
.
`
But
you
wo
n't
catch
Joe
,
Ma'am
,
´
said
the
Major
.
`
He
's
tough
,
Ma'am
,
tough
,
is
J
.
B
.
Tough
,
and
de-vilish
sly
!
´
over
which
reflection
he
chuckled
for
the
rest
of
the
day
.
But
still
,
when
that
day
and
many
other
days
were
gone
and
past
,
it
seemed
that
Miss
Tox
took
no
heed
whatever
of
the
Major
,
and
thought
nothing
at
all
about
him
.
She
had
been
wont
,
once
upon
a
time
,
to
look
out
at
one
of
her
little
dark
windows
by
accident
,
and
blushingly
return
the
Major
's
greeting
;
but
now
,
she
never
gave
the
Major
a
chance
,
and
cared
nothing
at
all
whether
he
looked
over
the
way
or
not
.
Other
changes
had
come
to
pass
too
.
The
Major
,
standing
in
the
shade
of
his
own
apartment
,
could
make
out
that
an
air
of
greater
smartness
had
recently
come
over
Miss
Tox
's
house
;
that
a
new
cage
with
gilded
wires
had
been
provided
for
the
ancient
little
canary
bird
;
that
divers
ornaments
,
cut
out
of
coloured
card-boards
and
paper
,
seemed
to
decorate
the
chimney-piece
and
tables
;
that
a
plant
or
two
had
suddenly
sprung
up
in
the
windows
;
that
Miss
Tox
occasionally
practised
on
the
harpsichord
,
whose
garland
of
sweet
peas
was
always
displayed
ostentatiously
,
crowned
with
the
Copenhagen
and
Bird
Waltzes
in
a
Music
Book
of
Miss
Tox
's
own
copying
.
Over
and
above
all
this
,
Miss
Tox
had
long
been
dressed
with
uncommon
care
and
elegance
in
slight
mourning
.
But
this
helped
the
Major
out
of
his
difficulty
;
and
he
determined
within
himself
that
she
had
come
into
a
small
legacy
,
and
grown
proud
.
It
was
on
the
very
next
day
after
he
had
eased
his
mind
by
arriving
at
this
decision
,
that
the
Major
,
sitting
at
his
breakfast
,
saw
an
apparition
so
tremendous
and
wonderful
in
Miss
Tox
's
little
drawing-room
,
that
he
remained
for
some
time
rooted
to
his
chair
;
then
,
rushing
into
the
next
room
,
returned
with
a
double-barrelled
opera-glass
,
through
which
he
surveyed
it
intently
for
some
minutes
.
`
It
's
a
Baby
,
Sir
,
´
said
the
Major
,
shutting
up
the
glass
again
,
`
for
fifty
thousand
pounds
!
´
The
Major
could
n't
forget
it
.
He
could
do
nothing
but
whistle
,
and
stare
to
that
extent
,
that
his
eyes
compared
with
what
they
now
became
,
had
been
in
former
times
quite
cavernous
and
sunken
.
Day
after
day
,
two
,
three
,
four
times
a
week
,
this
Baby
reappeared
.
The
Major
continued
to
stare
and
whistle
.
To
all
other
intents
and
purposes
he
was
alone
in
Princess
's
Place
.
Miss
Tox
has
ceased
to
mind
what
he
did
.
He
might
have
been
black
as
well
as
blue
,
and
it
would
have
been
of
no
consequence
to
her
.
The
perseverance
with
which
she
walked
out
of
Princess
's
Place
to
fetch
this
baby
and
its
nurse
,
and
walked
back
with
them
,
and
walked
home
with
them
again
,
and
continually
mounted
guard
over
them
;
and
the
perseverance
with
which
she
nursed
it
herself
,
and
fed
it
,
and
played
with
it
,
and
froze
its
young
blood
with
airs
upon
the
harpsichord
;
was
extraordinary
.
At
about
this
same
period
,
too
,
she
was
seized
with
a
passion
for
looking
at
a
certain
bracelet
;
also
with
a
passion
for
looking
at
the
moon
,
of
which
she
would
take
long
observations
from
her
chamber
window
.
But
whatever
she
looked
at
;
sun
,
moon
,
stars
,
or
bracelet
;
she
looked
no
more
at
the
Major
.
And
the
Major
whistled
,
and
stared
,
and
wondered
,
and
dodged
about
his
room
,
and
could
make
nothing
of
it
.
`
You
'll
quite
win
my
brother
Paul
's
heart
,
and
that
's
the
truth
,
my
dear
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
one
day
.
Miss
Tox
turned
pale
.
`
He
grows
more
like
Paul
every
day
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
.
Miss
Tox
returned
no
other
reply
than
by
taking
the
little
Paul
in
her
arms
,
and
making
his
cockade
perfectly
flat
and
limp
with
her
caresses
.
`
His
mother
,
my
dear
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
,
`
whose
acquaintance
I
was
to
have
made
through
you
,
does
he
at
all
resemble
her
?
´
`
Not
at
all
,
´
returned
Louisa
.
`
She
was
—
she
was
pretty
,
I
believe
?
´
faltered
Miss
Tox
.
`
Why
,
poor
dear
Fanny
was
interesting
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
after
some
judicial
consideration
.
`
Certainly
interesting
.
She
had
not
that
air
of
commanding
superiority
which
one
would
somehow
expect
,
almost
as
a
matter
of
course
,
to
find
in
my
brother
's
wife
;
nor
had
she
that
strength
and
vigour
of
mind
which
such
a
man
requires
.
´
Miss
Tox
heaved
a
deep
sigh
.
`
But
she
was
pleasing
:
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
:
`
extremely
so
.
And
she
meant
!
—
oh
,
dear
,
how
well
poor
Fanny
meant
!
´
`
You
Angel
!
´
cried
Miss
Tox
to
little
Paul
.
`
You
picture
of
you
own
Papa
!
´
If
the
Major
could
have
known
how
many
hopes
and
ventures
,
what
a
multitude
of
plans
and
speculations
,
rested
on
that
baby
head
;
and
could
have
seen
them
hovering
,
in
all
their
heterogeneous
confusion
and
disorder
,
round
the
puckered
cap
of
the
unconscious
little
Paul
;
he
might
have
stared
indeed
.
Then
would
he
have
recognised
,
among
the
crowd
,
some
few
ambitious
motes
and
beams
belonging
to
Miss
Tox
;
then
would
he
perhaps
have
understood
the
nature
of
that
lady
's
faltering
investment
in
the
Dombey
Firm
.
If
the
child
himself
could
have
awakened
in
the
night
,
and
seen
,
gathered
about
his
cradle-curtains
,
faint
reflections
of
the
dreams
that
other
people
had
of
him
,
they
might
have
scared
him
,
with
good
reason
.
But
he
slumbered
on
,
alike
unconscious
of
the
kind
intentions
of
Miss
Tox
,
the
wonder
of
the
Major
,
the
early
sorrows
of
his
sister
,
and
the
stern
visions
of
his
father
;
and
innocent
that
any
spot
of
earth
contained
a
Dombey
or
a
Son
.
CHAPTER
VIII
Paul
's
further
Progress
,
Growth
,
and
Character
BENEATH
the
watching
and
attentive
eyes
of
Time
—
so
far
another
Major
—
Paul
's
slumbers
gradually
changed
.
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
,
and
became
a
talking
,
walking
,
wondering
Dombey
.
On
the
downfall
and
banishment
of
Richards
,
the
nursery
may
be
said
to
have
been
put
into
commission
:
as
a
Public
Department
is
sometimes
,
when
no
individual
Atlas
can
be
found
to
support
it
.
The
Commissioners
were
,
of
course
,
Mrs.
Chick
and
Miss
Tox
:
who
devoted
themselves
to
their
duties
with
such
astonishing
ardour
that
Major
Bagstock
had
every
day
some
new
reminder
of
his
being
forsaken
,
while
Mr.
Chick
,
bereft
of
domestic
supervision
,
cast
himself
upon
the
gay
world
,
dined
at
clubs
and
coffee-houses
,
smelt
of
smoke
on
three
different
occasions
,
went
to
the
play
by
himself
,
and
in
short
,
loosened
(
as
Mrs.
Chick
once
told
him
)
every
social
bond
,
and
moral
obligation
.
Yet
,
in
spite
of
his
early
promise
,
all
this
vigilance
and
care
could
not
make
little
Paul
a
thriving
boy
.
Naturally
delicate
,
perhaps
,
he
pined
and
wasted
after
the
dismissal
of
his
nurse
,
and
,
for
a
long
time
,
seemed
but
to
wait
his
opportunity
of
gliding
through
their
hands
,
and
seeking
his
lost
mother
.
This
dangerous
ground
in
his
steeple-chase
towards
manhood
passed
,
he
still
found
it
very
rough
riding
,
and
was
grievously
beset
by
all
the
obstacles
in
his
course
.
Every
tooth
was
a
break-neck
fence
,
and
every
pimple
in
the
measles
a
stone
wall
to
him
.
He
was
down
in
every
fit
of
the
hooping-cough
,
and
rolled
upon
and
crushed
by
a
whole
field
of
small
diseases
,
that
came
trooping
on
each
other
's
heels
to
prevent
his
getting
up
again
.
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
.
The
chill
of
Paul
's
christening
had
struck
home
,
perhaps
to
some
sensitive
part
of
his
nature
,
which
could
not
recover
itself
in
the
cold
shade
of
his
father
;
but
he
was
an
unfortunate
child
from
that
day
.
Mrs.
Wickam
often
said
she
never
see
a
dear
so
put
upon
.
Mrs.
Wickam
was
a
waiter
's
wife
—
which
would
seem
equivalent
to
being
any
other
man
's
widow
—
whose
application
for
an
engagement
in
Mr.
Dombey
's
service
had
been
favourably
considered
,
on
account
of
the
apparent
impossibility
of
her
having
any
followers
,
or
any
one
to
follow
;
and
who
,
from
within
a
day
or
two
of
Paul
's
sharp
weaning
,
had
been
engaged
as
his
nurse
.
Mrs.
Wickam
was
a
meek
woman
,
of
a
fair
complexion
,
with
her
eyebrows
always
elevated
,
and
her
head
always
drooping
;
who
was
always
ready
to
pity
herself
,
or
to
be
pitied
,
or
to
pity
anybody
else
;
and
who
had
a
surprising
natural
gift
of
viewing
all
subjects
in
an
utterly
forlorn
and
pitiable
light
,
and
bringing
dreadful
precedents
to
bear
upon
them
,
and
deriving
the
greatest
consolation
from
the
exercise
of
that
talent
.
It
is
hardly
necessary
to
observe
,
that
no
touch
of
this
quality
ever
reached
the
magnificent
knowledge
of
Mr.
Dombey
.
It
would
have
been
remarkable
,
indeed
,
if
any
had
;
when
no
one
in
the
house
—
not
even
Mrs.
Chick
or
Miss
Tox
—
dared
ever
whisper
to
him
that
there
had
,
on
any
one
occasion
,
been
the
least
reason
for
uneasiness
in
reference
to
little
Paul
.
He
had
settled
,
within
himself
,
that
the
child
must
necessarily
pass
through
a
certain
routine
of
minor
maladies
,
and
that
the
sooner
he
did
so
the
better
.
If
he
could
have
bought
him
off
,
or
provided
a
substitute
,
as
in
the
case
of
an
unlucky
drawing
for
the
militia
,
he
would
have
been
glad
to
do
so
on
liberal
terms
.
But
as
this
was
not
feasible
,
he
merely
wondered
,
in
his
haughty
manner
,
now
and
then
,
what
Nature
meant
by
it
;
and
comforted
himself
with
the
reflection
that
there
was
another
milestone
passed
upon
the
road
,
and
that
the
great
end
of
the
journey
lay
so
much
the
nearer
.
For
the
feeling
uppermost
in
his
mind
,
now
and
constantly
intensifying
,
and
increasing
in
it
as
Paul
grew
older
,
was
impatience
.
Impatience
for
the
time
to
come
,
when
his
visions
of
their
united
consequence
and
grandeur
would
be
triumphantly
realized
.
Some
Philosophers
tell
us
that
selfishness
is
at
the
root
of
our
best
loves
and
affections
.
Mr.
Dombey
's
young
child
was
,
from
the
beginning
,
so
distinctly
important
to
him
as
a
part
of
his
own
greatness
,
or
(
which
is
the
same
thing
)
of
the
greatness
of
Dombey
and
Son
,
that
there
is
no
doubt
his
parental
affection
might
have
been
easily
traced
,
like
many
a
goodly
super-structure
of
fair
fame
,
to
a
very
low
foundation
.
But
he
loved
his
son
with
all
the
love
he
had
.
If
there
were
a
warm
place
in
his
frosty
heart
,
his
son
occupied
it
;
if
its
very
hard
surface
could
receive
the
impression
of
any
image
,
the
image
of
that
son
was
there
;
though
not
so
much
as
an
infant
,
or
as
a
boy
,
but
as
a
grown
man
—
the
`
Son
´
of
the
Firm
.
Therefore
he
was
impatient
to
advance
into
the
future
,
and
to
hurry
over
the
intervening
passages
of
his
history
.
Therefore
he
had
little
or
no
anxiety
about
them
,
in
spite
of
his
love
;
feeling
as
if
the
boy
had
a
charmed
life
,
and
must
become
the
man
with
whom
he
held
such
constant
communication
in
his
thoughts
,
and
for
whom
he
planned
and
projected
,
as
for
an
existing
reality
,
every
day
.
Thus
Paul
grew
to
be
nearly
five
years
old
.
He
was
a
pretty
little
fellow
;
though
there
was
something
wan
and
wistful
in
his
small
face
,
that
gave
occasion
to
many
significant
shakes
of
Mrs.
Wickam
's
head
,
and
many
long-drawn
inspirations
of
Mrs.
Wickam
's
breath
.
His
temper
gave
abundant
promise
of
being
imperious
in
after-life
;
and
he
had
as
hopeful
an
apprehension
of
his
own
importance
,
and
the
rightful
subservience
of
all
other
things
and
persons
to
it
,
as
heart
could
desire
.
He
was
childish
and
sportive
enough
at
times
,
and
not
of
a
sullen
disposition
;
but
he
had
a
strange
,
old-fashioned
,
thoughtful
way
,
at
other
times
,
of
sitting
brooding
in
his
miniature
armchair
,
when
he
looked
(
and
talked
)
like
one
of
those
terrible
little
Beings
in
the
Fairy
tales
,
who
,
at
a
hundred
and
fifty
or
two
hundred
years
of
age
,
fantastically
represent
the
children
for
whom
they
have
been
substituted
.
He
would
frequently
be
stricken
with
this
precocious
mood
upstairs
in
the
nursery
;
and
would
sometimes
lapse
into
it
suddenly
,
exclaiming
that
he
was
tired
:
even
while
playing
with
Florence
,
or
driving
Miss
Tox
in
single
harness
.
But
at
no
time
did
he
fall
into
it
so
surely
,
as
when
,
his
little
chair
being
carried
down
into
his
father
's
room
,
he
sat
there
with
him
after
dinner
,
by
the
fire
.
They
were
the
strangest
pair
at
such
a
time
that
ever
firelight
shone
upon
.
Mr.
Dombey
so
erect
and
solemn
,
gazing
at
the
blaze
;
his
little
image
,
with
an
old
,
old
face
,
peering
into
the
red
perspective
with
the
fixed
and
rapt
attention
of
a
sage
.
Mr.
Dombey
entertaining
complicated
worldly
schemes
and
plans
;
the
little
image
entertaining
Heaven
knows
what
wild
fancies
,
half-formed
thoughts
,
and
wandering
speculations
.
Mr.
Dombey
stiff
with
starch
and
arrogance
;
the
little
image
by
inheritance
,
and
in
unconscious
imitation
.
The
two
so
very
much
alike
,
and
yet
so
monstrously
contrasted
.
On
one
of
these
occasions
,
when
they
had
both
been
perfectly
quiet
for
a
long
time
,
and
Mr.
Dombey
only
knew
that
the
child
was
awake
by
occasionally
glancing
at
his
eye
,
where
the
bright
fire
was
sparkling
like
a
jewel
,
little
Paul
broke
silence
thus
:
`
Papa
!
what
's
money
?
´
The
abrupt
question
had
such
immediate
reference
to
the
subject
of
Mr.
Dombey
's
thoughts
,
that
Mr.
Dombey
was
quite
disconcerted
.
`
What
is
money
,
Paul
?
´
he
answered
.
`
Money
?
´
`
Yes
,
´
said
the
child
,
laying
his
hands
upon
the
elbows
of
his
little
chair
,
and
turning
the
old
face
up
towards
Mr.
Dombey
's
;
`
what
is
money
?
´
Mr.
Dombey
was
in
a
difficulty
.
He
would
have
liked
to
give
him
some
explanation
involving
the
terms
circulating-medium
,
currency
,
depreciation
of
currency
,
paper
,
bullion
,
rates
of
exchange
,
value
of
precious
metals
in
the
market
,
and
so
forth
;
but
looking
down
at
the
little
chair
,
and
seeing
what
a
long
way
down
it
was
,
he
answered
:
`
Gold
,
and
silver
,
and
copper
.
Guineas
,
shillings
,
half-pence
.
You
know
what
they
are
?
´
`
Oh
yes
,
I
know
what
they
are
,
´
said
Paul
.
`
I
do
n't
mean
that
,
Papa
.
I
mean
what
's
money
after
all
?
´
Heaven
and
Earth
,
how
old
his
face
was
as
he
turned
it
up
again
towards
his
father
's
!
`
What
is
money
after
all
!
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
backing
his
chair
a
little
,
that
he
might
the
better
gaze
in
sheer
amazement
at
the
presumptuous
atom
that
propounded
such
an
inquiry
.
`
I
mean
,
Papa
,
what
can
it
do
?
´
returned
Paul
,
folding
his
arms
(
they
were
hardly
long
enough
to
fold
)
,
and
looking
at
the
fire
,
and
up
at
him
,
and
at
the
fire
,
and
up
at
him
again
.
Mr.
Dombey
drew
his
chair
back
to
its
former
place
,
and
patted
him
on
the
head
.
`
You
'll
know
better
by-and-by
,
my
man
,
´
he
said
.
`
Money
,
Paul
,
can
do
anything
.
'
He
took
hold
of
the
little
hand
,
and
beat
it
softly
against
one
of
his
own
,
as
he
said
so
.
But
Paul
got
his
hand
free
as
soon
as
he
could
;
and
rubbing
it
gently
to
and
fro
on
the
elbow
of
his
chair
,
as
if
his
wit
were
in
the
palm
,
and
he
were
sharpening
it
—
and
looking
at
the
fire
again
,
as
though
the
fire
had
been
his
adviser
and
prompter
—
repeated
,
after
a
short
pause
:
`
Anything
,
Papa
?
´
`
Yes
.
Anything
—
almost
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Anything
means
everything
,
do
n't
it
,
Papa
?
´
asked
his
son
:
not
observing
,
or
possibly
not
understanding
,
the
qualification
.
`
It
includes
it
:
yes
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Why
did
n't
money
save
me
my
Mama
?
´
returned
the
child
.
`
It
is
n't
cruel
,
is
it
?
´
`
Cruel
!
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
settling
his
neckcloth
,
and
seeming
to
resent
the
idea
.
`
No.
A
good
thing
ca
n't
be
cruel
.
´
`
If
it
's
a
good
thing
,
and
can
do
anything
,
´
said
the
little
fellow
,
thoughtfully
,
as
he
looked
back
at
the
fire
,
`
I
wonder
why
it
did
n't
save
me
my
Mama
.
´
He
did
n't
ask
the
question
of
his
father
this
time
.
Perhaps
he
had
seen
,
with
a
child
's
quickness
,
that
it
had
already
made
his
father
uncomfortable
.
But
he
repeated
the
thought
aloud
,
as
if
it
were
quite
an
old
one
to
him
,
and
had
troubled
him
very
much
;
and
sat
with
his
chin
resting
on
his
hand
,
still
cogitating
and
looking
for
an
explanation
in
the
fire
.
Mr.
Dombey
having
recovered
from
his
surprise
,
not
to
say
his
alarm
(
for
it
was
the
very
first
occasion
on
which
the
child
had
ever
broached
the
subject
of
his
mother
to
him
,
though
he
had
had
him
sitting
by
his
side
,
in
this
same
manner
,
evening
after
evening
)
,
expounded
to
him
how
that
money
,
though
a
very
potent
spirit
,
never
to
be
disparaged
on
any
account
whatever
,
could
not
keep
people
alive
whose
time
was
come
to
die
;
and
how
that
we
must
all
die
,
unfortunately
,
even
in
the
City
,
though
we
were
never
so
rich
.
But
how
that
money
caused
us
to
be
honoured
,
feared
,
respected
,
courted
,
and
admired
,
and
made
us
powerful
and
glorious
in
the
eyes
of
all
men
;
and
how
that
it
could
,
very
often
,
even
keep
off
death
,
for
a
long
time
together
.
How
,
for
example
,
it
had
secured
to
his
Mama
the
services
of
Mr.
Pilkins
,
by
which
he
,
Paul
,
had
often
profited
himself
;
likewise
of
the
great
Doctor
Parker
Peps
,
whom
he
had
never
known
.
And
how
it
could
do
all
,
that
could
be
done
.
This
,
with
more
to
the
same
purpose
,
Mr.
Dombey
instilled
into
the
mind
of
his
son
,
who
listened
attentively
,
and
seemed
to
understand
the
greater
part
of
what
was
said
to
him
.
`
It
ca
n't
make
me
strong
and
quite
well
,
either
,
Papa
;
can
it
?
´
asked
Paul
,
after
a
short
silence
;
rubbing
his
tiny
hands
.
`
Why
,
you
are
strong
and
quite
well
,
´
returned
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Are
you
not
?
´
Oh
!
the
age
of
the
face
that
was
turned
up
again
,
with
an
expression
,
half
of
melancholy
,
half
of
slyness
,
on
it
!
`
You
are
as
strong
and
well
as
such
little
people
usually
are
?
Eh
?
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Florence
is
older
than
I
am
,
but
I
'm
not
as
strong
and
well
as
Florence
,
I
know
,
´
returned
the
child
;
`
but
I
believe
that
when
Florence
was
as
little
as
me
,
she
could
play
a
great
deal
longer
at
a
time
without
tiring
herself
.
I
am
so
tired
sometimes
,
´
said
little
Paul
,
warming
his
hands
,
and
looking
in
between
the
bars
of
the
grate
,
as
if
some
ghostly
puppet-show
were
performing
there
,
`
and
my
bones
ache
so
(
Wickam
says
it
's
my
bones
)
,
that
I
do
n't
know
what
to
do
.
´
`
Aye
!
But
that
's
at
night
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
drawing
his
own
chair
closer
to
his
son
's
,
and
laying
his
hand
gently
on
his
back
;
`
little
people
should
be
tired
at
night
,
for
then
they
sleep
well
.
´
`
Oh
,
it
's
not
at
night
,
Papa
,
´
returned
the
child
,
`
it
's
in
the
day
;
and
I
lie
down
in
Florence
's
lap
,
and
she
sings
to
me
.
At
night
I
dream
about
such
curi-ous
things
!
´
And
he
went
on
,
warming
his
hands
again
,
and
thinking
about
them
,
like
an
old
man
or
a
young
goblin
.
Mr.
Dombey
was
so
astonished
,
and
so
uncomfortable
,
and
so
perfectly
at
loss
how
to
pursue
the
conversation
,
that
he
could
only
sit
looking
at
his
son
by
the
light
of
the
fire
,
with
his
hand
resting
on
his
back
,
as
if
it
were
detained
there
by
some
magnetic
attraction
.
Once
he
advanced
his
other
hand
,
and
turned
the
contemplative
face
towards
his
own
for
a
moment
.
But
it
sought
the
fire
again
as
soon
as
he
released
it
;
and
remained
,
addressed
towards
the
flickering
blaze
,
until
the
nurse
appeared
,
to
summon
him
to
bed
.
`
I
want
Florence
to
come
for
me
,
´
said
Paul
.
`
Wo
n't
you
come
with
your
poor
Nurse
Wickam
,
Master
Paul
?
´
inquired
that
attendant
,
with
great
pathos
.
`
No
,
I
wo
n't
,
´
replied
Paul
,
composing
himself
in
his
armchair
again
,
like
the
master
of
house
.
Invoking
a
blessing
upon
his
innocence
,
Mrs.
Wickam
withdrew
,
and
presently
Florence
appeared
in
her
stead
.
The
child
immediately
started
up
with
sudden
readiness
and
animation
,
and
raised
towards
his
father
in
bidding
him
good
night
,
a
countenance
so
much
brighter
,
so
much
younger
,
and
so
much
more
childlike
altogether
,
that
Mr.
Dombey
,
while
he
felt
greatly
reassured
by
the
change
,
was
quite
amazed
at
it
.
After
they
had
left
the
room
together
,
he
thought
he
heard
a
soft
voice
singing
;
and
remembering
that
Paul
had
said
his
sister
sung
to
him
,
he
had
the
curiosity
to
open
the
door
and
listen
,
and
look
after
them
.
She
was
toiling
up
the
great
,
wide
,
vacant
staircase
,
with
him
in
her
arms
;
his
head
was
lying
on
her
shoulder
,
one
of
his
arms
thrown
negligently
round
her
neck
.
So
they
went
,
toiling
up
;
she
singing
all
the
way
,
and
Paul
sometimes
crooning
out
a
feeble
accompaniment
.
Mr.
Dombey
looked
after
them
until
they
reached
the
top
of
the
staircase
—
not
without
halting
to
rest
by
the
way
—
and
passed
out
of
his
sight
;
and
then
he
still
stood
gazing
upwards
,
until
the
dull
rays
of
the
moon
,
glimmering
in
a
melancholy
manner
through
the
dim
skylight
,
sent
him
back
to
his
own
room
.
Mrs.
Chick
and
Miss
Tox
were
convoked
in
council
at
dinner
next
day
;
and
when
the
cloth
was
removed
,
Mr.
Dombey
opened
the
proceedings
by
requiring
to
be
informed
,
without
any
gloss
or
reservation
,
whether
there
was
anything
the
matter
with
Paul
,
and
what
Mr.
Pilkins
said
about
him
.
`
For
the
child
is
hardly
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
as
stout
as
I
could
wish
.
´
`
With
your
usual
happy
discrimination
,
my
dear
Paul
,
´
returned
Mrs.
Chick
,
`
you
have
hit
the
point
at
once
.
Our
darling
is
not
altogether
as
stout
as
we
could
wish
.
The
fact
is
,
that
his
mind
is
too
much
for
him
.
His
soul
is
a
great
deal
too
large
for
his
frame
.
I
am
sure
the
way
in
which
that
dear
child
talks
!
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
shaking
her
head
;
`
no
one
would
believe
.
His
expressions
,
Lucretia
,
only
yesterday
upon
the
subject
of
Funerals
!
—
´
`
I
am
afraid
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
interrupting
her
testily
,
`
that
some
of
those
persons
upstairs
suggest
improper
subjects
to
the
child
.
He
was
speaking
to
me
last
night
about
his
—
about
his
Bones
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
laying
an
irritated
stress
upon
the
word
.
`
What
on
earth
has
anybody
to
do
with
the
—
with
the
—
Bones
of
my
son
?
He
is
not
a
living
skeleton
,
I
suppose
.
´
`
Very
far
from
it
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
with
unspeakable
expression
.
`
I
hope
so
,
´
returned
her
brother
.
`
Funerals
again
!
who
talks
to
the
child
of
funerals
?
We
are
not
undertakers
,
or
mutes
,
or
grave-diggers
,
I
believe
.
´
`
Very
far
from
it
,
´
interposed
Mrs.
Chick
,
with
the
same
profound
expression
as
before
.
`
Then
who
puts
such
things
into
his
head
?
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Really
I
was
quite
dismayed
and
shocked
last
night
.
Who
puts
such
things
into
his
head
,
Louisa
?
´
`
My
dear
Paul
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
after
a
moment
's
silence
,
`
it
is
of
no
use
inquiring
.
I
do
not
think
,
I
will
tell
you
candidly
,
that
Wickam
is
a
person
of
very
cheerful
spirit
,
or
what
one
would
call
a
—
´
`
A
daughter
of
Momus
,
´
Miss
Tox
softly
suggested
.
`
Exactly
so
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
;
`
but
she
is
exceedingly
attentive
and
useful
,
and
not
at
all
presumptuous
;
indeed
I
never
saw
a
more
biddable
woman
.
If
the
dear
child
,
´
pursued
Mrs.
Chick
,
in
the
tone
of
one
who
was
summing
up
what
had
been
previously
quite
agreed
upon
,
instead
of
saying
it
all
for
the
first
time
,
`
is
a
little
weakened
by
that
last
attack
,
and
is
not
in
quite
such
vigorous
health
as
we
could
wish
;
and
if
he
has
some
temporary
weakness
in
his
system
,
and
does
occasionally
seem
about
to
lose
,
for
the
moment
,
the
use
of
his
—
´
Mrs.
Chick
was
afraid
to
say
limbs
,
after
Mr.
Dombey
's
recent
objection
to
bones
,
and
therefore
waited
for
a
suggestion
from
Miss
Tox
,
who
,
true
to
her
office
,
hazarded
`
members
.
´
`
Members
!
´
repeated
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
I
think
the
medical
gentleman
mentioned
legs
this
morning
,
my
dear
Louisa
,
did
he
not
?
´
said
Miss
Tox
.
`
Why
,
of
course
he
did
,
my
love
,
´
retorted
Mrs.
Chick
,
mildly
reproachful
.
`
How
can
you
ask
me
?
You
heard
him
.
I
say
,
if
our
dear
Paul
should
lose
,
for
the
moment
,
the
use
of
his
legs
,
these
are
casualties
common
to
many
children
at
his
time
of
life
,
and
not
to
be
prevented
by
any
care
or
caution
.
The
sooner
you
understand
that
,
Paul
,
and
admit
that
,
the
better
.
´
`
Surely
you
must
know
,
Louisa
,
´
observed
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
that
I
do
n't
question
your
natural
devotion
to
,
and
regard
for
,
the
future
head
of
my
house
.
Mr.
Pilkins
saw
Paul
this
morning
,
I
believe
?
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Yes
,
he
did
,
´
returned
his
sister
.
`
Miss
Tox
and
myself
were
present
,
Miss
Tox
and
myself
are
always
present
.
We
make
a
point
of
it
.
Mr.
Pilkins
has
seen
him
for
some
days
past
,
and
a
very
clever
man
I
believe
him
to
be
.
He
says
it
is
nothing
to
speak
of
;
which
I
can
confirm
,
if
that
is
any
consolation
;
but
he
recommended
,
to-day
,
sea-air
.
Very
wisely
,
Paul
,
I
feel
convinced
.
´
`
Sea-air
,
´
repeated
Mr.
Dombey
,
looking
at
his
sister
.
`
There
is
nothing
to
be
made
uneasy
by
,
in
that
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
.
`
My
George
and
Frederick
were
both
ordered
sea-air
,
when
they
were
about
his
age
;
and
I
have
been
ordered
it
myself
a
great
many
times
.
I
quite
agree
with
you
,
Paul
,
that
perhaps
topics
may
be
incautiously
mentioned
upstairs
before
him
,
which
it
would
be
as
well
for
his
little
mind
not
to
expatiate
upon
;
but
I
really
do
n't
see
how
that
is
to
be
helped
in
the
case
of
a
child
of
his
quickness
.
If
he
were
a
common
child
,
there
would
be
nothing
in
it
.
I
must
say
I
think
,
with
Miss
Tox
,
that
a
short
absence
from
this
house
,
the
air
of
Brighton
,
and
the
bodily
and
mental
training
of
so
judicious
a
person
as
Mrs.
Pipchin
for
instance
—
´
`
Who
is
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
Louisa
?
´
asked
Mr.
Dombey
;
aghast
at
this
familiar
introduction
of
a
name
he
had
never
heard
before
.
`
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
my
dear
Paul
,
´
returned
his
sister
,
`
is
an
elderly
lady
—
Miss
Tox
knows
her
whole
history
—
who
has
for
some
time
devoted
all
the
energies
of
her
mind
,
with
the
greatest
success
,
to
the
study
and
treatment
of
infancy
,
and
who
has
been
extremely
well
connected
.
Her
husband
broke
his
heart
in
—
how
did
you
say
her
husband
broke
his
heart
,
my
dear
?
I
forget
the
precise
circumstances
.
´
`
In
pumping
water
out
of
the
Peruvian
Mines
,
´
replied
Miss
Tox
.
`
Not
being
a
Pumper
himself
,
of
course
,
´
said
Mrs.
chick
,
glancing
at
her
brother
;
and
it
really
did
seem
necessary
to
offer
the
explanation
,
for
Miss
Tox
had
spoken
of
him
as
if
he
had
died
at
the
handle
;
`
but
having
invested
money
in
the
speculation
,
which
failed
.
I
believe
that
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
management
of
children
is
quite
astonishing
.
I
have
heard
it
commended
in
private
circles
ever
since
I
was
—
dear
me
—
how
high
!
´
Mrs.
Chick
's
eye
wandered
about
the
bookcase
near
the
bust
of
Mr.
Pitt
,
which
was
about
ten
feet
from
the
ground
.
`
Perhaps
I
should
say
of
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
my
dear
Sir
,
´
observed
Miss
Tox
,
with
an
ingenuous
blush
,
`
having
been
so
pointedly
referred
to
,
that
the
encomium
which
has
been
passed
upon
her
by
your
sweet
sister
is
well
merited
.
Many
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
now
grown
up
to
be
interesting
members
of
society
,
have
been
indebted
to
her
care
.
The
humble
individual
who
addresses
you
was
once
under
her
charge
.
I
believe
Juvenile
nobility
itself
is
no
stranger
to
her
establishment
.
´
`
Do
I
understand
that
this
respectable
matron
keeps
an
establishment
,
Miss
Tox
?
'
inquired
Mr.
Dombey
,
condescendingly
.
`
Why
,
I
really
do
n't
know
,
´
rejoined
that
lady
,
`
whether
I
am
justified
in
calling
it
so
.
It
is
not
a
Preparatory
School
by
any
means
.
Should
I
express
my
meaning
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
,
with
peculiar
sweetness
,
`
if
I
designated
it
an
infantine
Boarding-House
of
a
very
select
description
?
´
`
On
an
exceedingly
limited
and
particular
scale
,
´
suggested
Mrs.
Chick
,
with
a
glance
at
her
brother
.
`
Oh
!
Exclusion
itself
!
´
said
Miss
Tox
.
There
was
something
in
this
.
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
husband
having
broken
his
heart
of
the
Peruvian
mines
was
good
.
It
had
a
rich
sound
.
Besides
,
Mr.
Dombey
was
in
a
state
almost
amounting
to
consternation
at
the
idea
of
Paul
remaining
where
he
was
one
hour
after
his
removal
had
been
recommended
by
the
medical
practitioner
.
It
was
a
stoppage
and
delay
upon
the
road
the
child
must
traverse
,
slowly
at
the
best
,
before
the
goal
was
reached
.
Their
recommendation
of
Mrs.
Pipchin
had
great
weight
with
him
;
for
he
knew
that
they
were
jealous
of
any
interference
with
their
charge
,
and
he
never
for
a
moment
took
it
into
account
that
they
might
be
solicitous
to
divide
a
responsibility
,
of
which
he
had
,
as
shown
just
now
,
his
own
established
views
.
Broke
his
heart
of
the
Peruvian
mines
,
mused
Mr.
Dombey
.
Well
,
a
very
respectable
way
of
doing
it
.
`
Supposing
we
should
decide
,
on
to-morrow
's
inquiries
,
to
send
Paul
down
to
Brighton
to
this
lady
,
who
would
go
with
him
?
´
inquired
Mr.
Dombey
,
after
some
reflection
.
`
I
do
n't
think
you
could
send
the
child
anywhere
at
present
without
Florence
,
my
dear
Paul
,
´
returned
his
sister
,
hesitating
.
`
It
's
quite
an
infatuation
with
him
.
He
's
very
young
,
you
know
,
and
has
his
fancies
.
´
Mr.
Dombey
turned
his
head
away
,
and
going
slowly
to
the
bookcase
,
and
unlocking
it
,
brought
back
a
book
to
read
.
`
Anybody
else
,
Louisa
?
´
he
said
,
without
looking
up
,
and
turning
over
the
leaves
.
`
Wickam
,
of
course
.
Wickam
would
be
quite
sufficient
,
I
should
say
,
´
returned
his
sister
.
`
Paul
being
in
such
hands
as
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
,
you
could
hardly
send
anybody
who
would
be
a
further
check
upon
her
.
You
would
go
down
yourself
once
a-week
at
least
,
of
course
.
´
`
Of
course
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
;
and
sat
looking
at
one
page
for
an
hour
afterwards
,
without
reading
one
word
.
This
celebrated
Mrs.
Pipchin
was
a
marvellous
ill-favoured
,
ill-conditioned
old
lady
,
of
a
stooping
figure
,
with
a
mottled
face
,
like
bad
marble
,
a
hook
nose
,
and
a
hard
grey
eye
,
that
looked
as
if
it
might
have
been
hammered
at
on
an
anvil
without
sustaining
any
injury
.
Forty
years
at
least
had
elapsed
since
the
Peruvian
mines
had
been
the
death
of
Mr.
Pipchin
;
but
his
relict
still
wore
black
bombazeen
,
of
such
a
lustreless
,
deep
,
dead
,
sombre
shade
,
that
gas
itself
could
n't
light
her
up
after
dark
,
and
her
presence
was
a
quencher
to
any
number
of
candles
.
She
was
generally
spoken
of
as
`
a
great
manager
´
of
children
;
and
the
secret
of
her
management
was
,
to
give
them
everything
that
they
did
n't
like
,
and
nothing
that
they
did
—
which
was
found
to
sweeten
their
dispositions
very
much
.
She
was
such
a
bitter
old
lady
,
that
one
was
tempted
to
believe
there
had
been
some
mistake
in
the
application
of
the
Peruvian
machinery
,
and
that
all
her
waters
of
gladness
and
milk
of
human
kindness
,
had
been
pumped
out
dry
,
instead
of
the
mines
.
The
Castle
of
this
ogress
and
child-queller
was
in
a
steep
by-street
at
righton
;
where
the
soil
was
more
than
usually
chalky
,
flinty
,
and
sterile
,
and
the
houses
were
more
than
usually
brittle
and
thin
;
where
the
small
frontgardens
had
the
unaccountable
property
of
producing
nothing
but
marigolds
,
whatever
was
sown
in
them
;
and
where
snails
were
constantly
discovered
holding
on
to
the
street
doors
,
and
other
public
places
they
were
not
expected
to
ornament
,
with
the
tenacity
of
cupping-glasses
.
In
the
winter
time
the
air
could
n't
be
got
out
of
the
Castle
,
and
in
the
summer
time
it
could
n't
be
got
in
.
There
was
such
a
continual
reverberation
of
wind
in
it
,
that
it
sounded
like
a
great
shell
,
which
the
inhabitants
were
obliged
to
hold
to
their
ears
night
and
day
,
whether
they
liked
it
or
no.
It
was
not
,
naturally
,
a
freshsmelling
house
;
and
in
the
window
of
the
front
parlour
,
which
was
never
opened
,
Mrs.
Pipchin
kept
a
collection
of
plants
in
pots
,
which
imparted
an
earthy
flavour
of
their
own
to
the
establishment
.
However
choice
examples
of
their
kind
,
too
,
these
plants
were
of
a
kind
peculiarly
adapted
to
the
embowerment
of
Mrs.
Pipchin
.
There
were
half-a-dozen
specimens
of
the
cactus
,
writhing
round
bits
of
lath
,
like
hairy
serpents
;
another
specimen
shooting
out
broad
claws
,
like
a
green
lobster
;
several
creeping
vegetables
,
possessed
of
sticky
and
adhesive
leaves
;
and
one
uncomfortable
flower-pot
hanging
to
the
ceiling
,
which
appeared
to
have
boiled
over
,
and
tickling
people
underneath
with
its
long
green
ends
,
reminded
them
of
spiders
—
in
which
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
dwelling
was
uncommonly
prolific
,
though
perhaps
it
challenged
competition
still
more
proudly
,
in
the
season
,
in
point
of
earwigs
.
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
scale
of
charges
being
high
,
however
,
to
all
who
could
afford
to
pay
,
and
Mrs.
Pipchin
very
seldom
sweetening
the
equable
acidity
of
her
nature
in
favour
of
anybody
,
she
was
held
to
be
an
old
lady
of
remarkable
firmness
,
who
was
quite
scientific
in
her
knowledge
of
the
childish
character
.
On
this
reputation
,
and
on
the
broken
heart
of
Mr.
Pipchin
,
she
had
contrived
,
taking
one
year
with
another
,
to
eke
out
a
tolerable
sufficient
living
since
her
husband
's
demise
.
Within
three
days
after
Mrs.
Chick
's
first
allusion
to
her
,
this
excellent
old
lady
had
the
satisfaction
of
anticipating
a
handsome
addition
to
her
current
receipts
,
from
the
pocket
of
Mr.
Dombey
;
and
of
receiving
Florence
and
her
little
brother
Paul
,
as
inmates
of
the
Castle
.
Mrs.
Chick
and
Miss
Tox
,
who
had
brought
them
down
on
the
previous
night
(
which
they
all
passed
at
an
Hotel
)
,
had
just
driven
away
from
the
door
,
on
their
journey
home
again
;
and
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
with
her
back
to
the
fire
,
stood
,
reviewing
the
new-comers
,
like
an
old
soldier
.
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
middle-aged
niece
,
her
good-natured
and
devoted
slave
,
but
possessing
a
gaunt
and
ironbound
aspect
,
and
much
afflicted
with
boils
on
her
nose
,
was
divesting
Master
Bitherstone
of
the
clean
collar
he
had
worn
on
parade
.
Miss
Pankey
,
the
only
other
little
boarder
at
present
,
had
that
moment
been
walked
off
to
the
Castle
Dungeon
(
an
empty
apartment
at
the
back
,
devoted
to
correctional
purposes
)
,
for
having
sniffed
thrice
,
in
the
presence
of
visitors
.
`
Well
,
Sir
,
´
said
Mrs.
Pipchin
to
Paul
,
`
how
do
you
think
you
shall
like
me
?
´
`
I
do
n't
think
I
shall
like
you
at
all
,
´
replied
Paul
.
`
I
want
to
go
away
.
This
is
n't
my
house
.
´
`
No.
It
's
mine
,
´
retorted
Mrs.
Pipchin
.
`
It
's
a
very
nasty
one
,
´
said
Paul
.
`
There
's
a
worse
place
in
it
than
this
though
,
´
said
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
`
where
we
shut
up
our
bad
boys
.
´
`
Has
he
ever
been
in
it
?
´
asked
Paul
:
pointing
out
Master
Bitherstone
.
Mrs.
Pipchin
nodded
assent
;
and
Paul
had
enough
to
do
,
for
the
rest
of
that
day
,
in
surveying
Master
Bitherstone
from
head
to
foot
,
and
watching
all
the
workings
of
his
countenance
,
with
the
interest
attaching
to
a
boy
of
mysterious
and
terrible
experiences
.
At
one
o'clock
there
was
a
dinner
,
chiefly
of
the
farinaceous
and
vegetable
kind
,
when
Miss
Pankey
(
a
mild
little
blue-eyed
morsel
of
a
child
,
who
was
shampoo
'd
every
morning
,
and
seemed
in
danger
of
being
rubbed
away
,
altogether
)
was
led
in
from
captivity
by
the
ogress
herself
,
and
instructed
that
nobody
who
sniffed
before
visitors
ever
went
to
Heaven
.
When
this
great
truth
had
been
thoroughly
impressed
upon
her
,
she
was
regaled
with
rice
;
and
subsequently
repeated
the
form
of
grace
established
in
the
Castle
,
in
which
there
was
a
special
clause
,
thanking
Mrs.
Pipchin
for
a
good
dinner
.
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
niece
,
Berinthia
,
took
cold
pork
.
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
whose
constitution
required
warm
nourishment
,
made
a
special
repast
of
mutton-chops
,
which
were
brought
in
hot
and
hot
,
between
