atthe
bar
,
`
my
young
man
having
bettered
himself
,
Miss.
´
Lastly
,
the
Captain
resolved
to
take
possession
of
the
bed
under
the
counter
,
and
to
turn
in
there
o
´
nights
instead
of
up
stairs
,
as
sole
guardian
of
the
property
.
From
this
,
bed
Captain
Cuttle
daily
rose
thenceforth
,
and
clapped
on
his
glazed
hat
at
six
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
with
the
solitary
air
of
Crusoe
finishing
his
toilet
with
his
goat-skin
cap
;
and
although
his
fears
of
a
visitation
from
the
savage
tribe
,
MacStinger
,
were
somewhat
cooled
,
as
similar
apprehensions
on
the
part
of
that
lone
mariner
used
to
be
by
the
lapse
of
a
long
interval
without
any
symptoms
of
the
cannibals
,
he
still
observed
a
regular
routine
of
defensive
operations
,
and
never
encountered
a
bonnet
without
previous
survey
from
his
castle
of
retreat
.
In
the
meantime
(
during
which
he
received
no
call
from
Mr.
Toots
,
who
wrote
to
say
he
was
out
of
town
)
his
own
voice
began
to
have
a
strange
sound
in
his
ears
;
and
he
acquired
such
habits
of
profound
meditation
from
much
polishing
and
stowing
away
of
the
stock
,
and
from
much
sitting
behind
the
counter
reading
,
or
looking
out
of
window
,
that
the
red
rim
made
on
his
forehead
by
the
hard
glazed
hat
,
sometimes
ached
again
with
excess
of
reflection
.
The
year
being
now
expired
,
Captain
Cuttle
deemed
it
expedient
to
open
the
packet
;
but
as
he
had
always
designed
doing
this
in
the
presence
of
Rob
the
Grinder
,
who
had
brought
it
to
him
,
and
as
he
had
an
idea
that
it
would
be
regular
and
ship-shape
to
open
it
in
the
presence
of
somebody
,
he
was
sadly
put
to
it
for
want
of
a
witness
.
In
this
difficulty
,
he
hailed
one
day
with
unusual
delight
the
announcement
in
the
Shipping
Intelligence
of
the
arrival
of
the
Cautious
Clara
,
Captain
John
Bunsby
,
from
a
coasting
voyage
;
and
to
that
philosopher
immediately
dispatched
a
letter
by
post
,
enjoining
inviolable
secrecy
as
to
his
place
of
residence
,
and
requesting
to
be
favoured
with
an
early
visit
,
in
the
evening
season
.
Bunsby
,
who
was
one
of
those
sages
who
act
upon
conviction
,
took
some
days
to
get
the
conviction
thoroughly
into
his
mind
,
that
he
had
received
a
letter
to
this
effect
.
But
when
he
had
grappled
with
the
fact
,
and
mastered
it
,
he
promptly
sent
his
boy
with
the
message
,
`
He
's
a
coming
to-night
.
´
Who
being
instructed
to
deliver
those
words
and
disappear
,
fulfilled
his
mission
like
a
tarry
spirit
,
charged
with
a
mysterious
warning
.
The
Captain
,
well
pleased
to
receive
it
,
made
preparation
of
pipes
and
rum
and
water
,
and
awaited
his
visitor
in
the
back
parlour
.
At
the
hour
of
eight
,
a
deep
lowing
,
as
of
a
nautical
Bull
,
outside
the
shop-door
,
succeeded
by
the
knocking
of
a
stick
on
the
panel
,
announced
to
the
listening
ear
of
Captain
Cuttle
,
that
Bunsby
was
alongside
:
whom
he
instantly
admitted
,
shaggy
and
loose
,
and
with
his
stolid
mahogany
visage
,
as
usual
,
appearing
to
have
no
consciousness
of
anything
before
it
,
but
to
be
attentively
observing
something
that
was
taking
place
in
quite
another
part
of
the
world
.
`
Bunsby
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
grasping
him
by
the
hand
,
`
what
cheer
,
my
lad
,
what
cheer
?
´
`
Shipmet
,
´
replied
the
voice
within
Bunsby
,
unaccompanied
by
any
sign
on
the
part
of
the
Commander
himself
,
`
hearty
,
hearty
.
´
`
Bunsby
!
´
said
the
Captain
,
rendering
irrepressible
homage
to
his
genius
,
`
here
you
are
!
a
man
as
can
give
an
opinion
as
is
brighter
than
di'monds
—
and
give
me
the
lad
with
the
tarry
trousers
as
shines
to
me
like
di'monds
bright
,
for
which
you
'll
overhaul
the
Stanfell
's
Budget
,
and
when
found
make
a
note
.
Here
you
are
,
a
man
as
gave
an
opinion
in
this
here
very
place
,
that
has
come
true
,
every
letter
on
it
,
´
which
the
Captain
sincerely
believed
.
`
Aye
,
aye
?
´
growled
Bunsby
.
`
Every
letter
,
´
said
the
Captain
.
`
For
why
?
´
growled
Bunsby
,
looking
at
his
friend
for
the
first
time
.
`
Which
way
?
If
so
,
why
not
?
Therefore
.
´
With
these
oracular
words
—
they
seemed
almost
to
make
the
Captain
giddy
;
they
launched
him
upon
such
a
sea
of
speculation
and
conjecture
—
the
sage
submitted
to
be
helped
off
with
his
pilotcoat
,
and
accompanied
his
friend
into
the
back
parlour
,
where
his
hand
presently
alighted
on
the
rum-bottle
,
from
which
he
brewed
a
stiff
glass
of
grog
;
and
presently
afterwards
on
a
pipe
,
which
he
filled
,
lighted
,
and
began
to
smoke
.
Captain
Cuttle
,
imitating
his
visitor
in
the
matter
of
these
particulars
,
though
the
rapt
and
imperturbable
manner
of
the
great
Commander
was
far
above
his
powers
,
sat
in
the
opposite
corner
of
the
fireside
,
observing
him
respectfully
,
and
as
if
he
waited
for
some
encouragement
or
expression
of
curiosity
on
Bunsby
's
part
which
should
lead
him
to
his
own
affairs
.
But
as
the
mahogany
philosopher
gave
no
evidence
of
being
sentient
of
anything
but
warmth
and
tobacco
,
except
once
,
when
taking
his
pipe
from
his
lips
to
make
room
for
his
glass
,
he
incidentally
remarked
with
exceeding
gruffness
,
that
his
name
was
Jack
Bunsby
—
a
declaration
that
presented
but
small
opening
for
conversation
—
the
Captain
bespeaking
his
attention
in
a
short
complimentary
exordium
,
narrated
the
whole
history
of
Uncle
Sol
's
departure
,
with
the
change
it
had
produced
in
his
own
life
and
fortunes
;
and
concluded
by
placing
the
packet
on
the
table
.
After
a
long
pause
,
Mr.
Bunsby
nodded
his
head
.
`
Open
?
´
said
the
Captain
.
Bunsby
nodded
again
.
The
Captain
accordingly
broke
the
seal
,
and
disclosed
to
view
two
folded
papers
,
of
which
he
severally
read
the
endorsements
,
thus
:
`
Last
Will
and
Testament
of
Solomon
Gills
.
´
`
Letter
for
Ned
Cuttle
.
´
Bunsby
,
with
his
eye
on
the
coast
of
Greenland
,
seemed
to
listen
for
the
contents
.
The
Captain
therefore
hemmed
to
clear
his
throat
,
and
read
the
letter
aloud
.
`
”
My
dear
Ned
Cuttle
.
When
I
left
home
for
the
West
Indies
”
—
—
´
Here
the
Captain
stopped
,
and
looked
hard
at
Bunsby
,
who
looked
fixedly
at
the
coast
of
Greenland
.
—
`
”
in
forlorn
search
of
intelligence
of
my
dear
boy
,
I
knew
that
if
you
were
acquainted
with
my
design
,
you
would
thwart
it
,
or
accompany
me
;
and
therefore
I
kept
it
secret
.
If
you
ever
read
this
letter
,
Ned
,
I
am
likely
to
be
dead
.
You
will
easily
forgive
an
old
friend
's
folly
then
,
and
will
feel
for
the
restlessness
and
uncertainty
in
which
he
wandered
away
on
such
a
wild
voyage
.
So
no
more
of
that
.
I
have
little
hope
that
my
poor
boy
will
ever
read
these
words
,
or
gladden
your
eyes
with
the
sight
of
his
frank
face
any
more
.
”
No
,
no
;
no
more
,
´
said
Captain
Cuttle
,
sorrowfully
meditating
;
`
no
more
.
There
he
lays
,
all
his
days
—
´
Mr.
Bunsby
,
who
had
a
musical
ear
,
suddenly
bellowed
,
`
In
the
Bays
of
Biscay
,
O
!
'
which
so
affected
the
good
Captain
,
as
an
appropriate
tribute
to
departed
worth
,
that
he
shook
him
by
the
hand
in
acknowledgment
,
and
was
fain
to
wipe
his
eyes
.
`
Well
,
well
!
´
said
the
Captain
with
a
sigh
,
as
the
Lament
of
Bunsby
ceased
to
ring
and
vibrate
in
the
skylight
.
`
Affliction
sore
,
long
time
he
bore
,
and
let
us
overhaul
the
wollume
,
and
there
find
it
.
´
`
Physicians
,
´
observed
Bunsby
,
`
was
in
vain
.
´
`
Aye
,
aye
,
to
be
sure
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
`
what
's
the
good
o
´
them
in
two
or
three
hundred
fathoms
o
´
water
!
´
Then
returning
to
the
letter
,
he
read
on
:
—
`
”
But
if
he
should
be
by
,
when
it
is
opened
;
”
´
the
Captain
involuntarily
looked
round
,
and
shook
his
head
;
`
”
or
should
know
of
it
at
any
other
time
;
”
'
the
Captain
shook
his
head
again
;
`
”
my
blessing
on
him
!
In
case
the
accompanying
paper
is
not
legally
written
,
it
matters
very
little
,
for
there
is
no
one
interested
but
you
and
he
,
and
my
plain
wish
is
,
that
if
he
is
living
he
should
have
what
little
there
may
be
,
and
if
(
as
I
fear
)
otherwise
,
that
you
should
have
it
,
Ned
.
You
will
respect
my
wish
,
I
know
.
God
bless
you
for
it
,
and
for
all
your
friendliness
besides
,
to
solomon
gills
.
”
Bunsby
!
'
said
the
Captain
,
appealing
to
him
solemnly
,
`
what
do
you
make
of
this
?
There
you
sit
,
a
man
as
has
had
his
head
broke
from
infancy
up'ards
,
and
has
got
a
new
opinion
into
it
at
every
seam
as
has
been
opened
.
Now
,
what
do
you
make
o
'
this
?
´
`
If
so
be
,
´
returned
Bunsby
,
with
unusual
promptitude
,
`
as
he
's
dead
,
my
opinion
is
he
wo
n't
come
back
no
more
.
If
so
be
as
he
's
alive
,
my
opinion
is
he
will
.
Do
I
say
he
will
?
No.
Why
not
?
Because
the
bearings
of
this
obserwation
lays
in
the
application
on
it
.
´
`
Bunsby
!
´
said
Captain
Cuttle
,
who
would
seem
to
have
estimated
the
value
of
his
distinguished
friend
's
opinions
in
proportion
to
the
immensity
of
the
difficulty
he
experienced
in
making
anything
out
of
them
;
`
Bunsby
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
quite
confounded
by
admiration
,
`
you
carry
a
weight
of
mind
easy
,
as
would
swamp
one
of
my
tonnage
soon
.
But
in
regard
o
´
this
here
will
,
I
do
n't
mean
to
take
no
steps
towards
the
property
—
Lord
forbid
!
—
except
to
keep
it
for
a
more
rightful
owner
;
and
I
hope
yet
as
the
rightful
owner
,
Sol
Gills
,
is
living
and
'
ll
come
back
,
strange
as
it
is
that
he
ai
n't
forwarded
no
dispatches
.
Now
,
what
is
your
opinion
,
Bunsby
,
as
to
stowing
of
these
here
papers
away
again
,
and
marking
outside
as
they
was
opened
,
such
a
day
,
in
the
presence
of
John
Bunsby
and
Ed'ard
Cuttle
?
´
Bunsby
,
descrying
no
objection
,
on
the
coast
of
Greenland
or
elsewhere
,
to
this
proposal
,
it
was
carried
into
execution
;
and
that
great
man
,
bringing
his
eye
into
the
present
for
a
moment
,
affixed
his
sign-manual
to
the
cover
,
totally
abstaining
,
with
characteristic
modesty
,
from
the
use
of
capital
letters
.
Captain
Cuttle
,
having
attached
his
own
left-handed
signature
,
and
locked
up
the
packet
in
the
iron
safe
,
entreated
his
guest
to
mix
another
glass
and
smoke
another
pipe
;
and
doing
the
like
himself
,
fell
a
musing
over
the
fire
on
the
possible
fortunes
of
the
poor
old
Instrument-maker
.
And
now
a
surprise
occurred
,
so
overwhelming
and
terrific
that
Captain
Cuttle
,
unsupported
by
the
presence
of
Bunsby
,
must
have
sunk
beneath
it
,
and
been
a
lost
man
from
that
fatal
hour
.
How
the
Captain
,
even
in
the
satisfaction
of
admitting
such
a
guest
,
could
have
only
shut
the
door
,
and
not
locked
it
,
of
which
negligence
he
was
undoubtedly
guilty
,
is
one
of
those
questions
that
must
for
ever
remain
mere
points
of
speculation
,
or
vague
charges
against
destiny
.
But
by
that
unlocked
door
,
at
this
quiet
moment
,
did
the
fell
MacStinger
dash
into
the
parlour
,
bringing
Alexander
MacStinger
in
her
parental
arms
,
and
confusion
and
vengeance
(
not
to
mention
Juliana
MacStinger
,
and
the
sweet
child
's
brother
,
Charles
MacStinger
,
popularly
known
about
the
scenes
of
his
youthful
sports
,
as
Chowley
)
in
her
train
.
She
came
so
swiftly
and
so
silently
,
like
a
rushing
air
from
the
neighbourhood
of
the
East
India
Docks
,
that
Captain
Cuttle
found
himself
in
the
very
act
of
sitting
looking
at
her
,
before
the
calm
face
with
which
he
had
been
meditating
,
changed
to
one
of
horror
and
dismay
.
But
the
moment
Captain
Cuttle
understood
the
full
extent
of
his
misfortune
,
self-preservation
dictated
an
attempt
at
flight
.
Darting
at
little
door
which
opened
from
the
parlour
on
the
steep
little
range
of
cellar-steps
,
the
Captain
made
a
rush
,
head-foremost
,
at
the
latter
,
like
a
man
indifferent
to
bruises
and
contusions
,
who
only
sought
to
hide
himself
in
the
bowels
of
the
earth
.
In
this
gallant
effort
he
would
probably
have
succeeded
,
but
for
the
affectionate
dispositions
of
Juliana
and
Chowley
,
who
pinning
him
by
the
legs
—
one
of
those
dear
children
holding
on
to
each
—
claimed
him
as
their
friend
,
with
lamentable
cries
.
In
the
meantime
,
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
who
never
entered
upon
any
action
of
importance
without
previously
inverting
Alexander
MacStinger
,
to
bring
him
within
the
range
of
a
brisk
battery
of
slaps
,
and
then
sitting
him
down
to
cool
as
the
reader
first
beheld
him
,
performed
that
solemn
rite
,
as
if
on
this
occasion
it
were
a
sacrifice
to
the
Furies
;
and
having
deposited
the
victim
on
the
floor
,
made
at
the
Captain
with
a
strength
of
purpose
that
appeared
to
threaten
scratches
to
the
interposing
Bunsby
.
The
cries
of
the
two
elder
MacStingers
,
and
the
wailing
of
young
Alexander
,
who
may
be
said
to
have
passed
a
piebald
childhood
,
forasmuch
as
he
was
black
in
the
face
during
one
half
of
that
fairy
period
of
existence
,
combined
to
make
this
visitation
the
more
awful
.
But
when
silence
reigned
again
,
and
the
Captain
,
in
a
violent
perspiration
,
stood
meekly
looking
at
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
its
terrors
were
at
their
height
.
`
Oh
,
Cap'en
Cuttle
,
Cap'en
Cuttle
!
´
said
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
making
her
chin
rigid
,
and
shaking
it
in
unison
with
what
,
but
for
the
weakness
of
her
sex
,
might
be
described
as
her
fist
.
`
Oh
,
Cap'en
Cuttle
,
Cap'en
Cuttle
,
do
you
dare
to
look
me
in
the
face
,
and
not
be
struck
down
in
the
herth
!
´
The
Captain
,
who
looked
anything
but
daring
,
feebly
muttered
`
Stand
by
!
´
`
Oh
I
was
a
weak
of
trusting
Fool
when
I
took
you
under
my
roof
,
Cap'en
Cuttle
,
I
was
!
´
cried
Mrs.
MacStinger
.
`
To
think
of
the
benefits
I
've
showered
on
that
man
,
and
the
way
in
which
I
brought
my
children
up
to
love
and
honour
him
as
if
he
was
a
father
to
'
em
,
when
there
a
n't
a
'
ousekeeper
,
no
nor
a
lodger
in
our
street
,
do
n't
know
that
I
lost
money
by
that
man
,
and
by
his
guzzlings
and
his
muzzlings
'
—
Mrs.
MacStinger
used
the
last
word
for
the
joint
sake
of
alliteration
and
aggravation
,
rather
than
for
the
expression
of
any
idea
—
`
and
when
they
cried
out
one
and
all
,
shame
upon
him
for
putting
upon
an
industrious
woman
,
up
early
and
late
for
the
good
of
her
young
family
,
and
keeping
her
poor
place
so
clean
that
a
individual
might
have
ate
his
dinner
,
yes
,
and
his
tea
too
,
if
he
was
so
disposed
,
off
any
one
of
the
floors
or
stairs
,
in
spite
of
all
his
guzzlings
and
his
muzzlings
,
such
was
the
care
and
pains
bestowed
upon
him
!
´
Mrs.
MacStinger
stopped
to
fetch
her
breath
;
and
her
face
flushed
with
triumph
in
this
second
happy
introduction
of
of
Captain
Cuttle
's
muzzlings
.
`
And
he
runs
awa-a-a-y
!
´
cried
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
with
a
lengthening
out
of
the
last
syllable
that
made
the
unfortunate
Captain
regard
himself
as
the
meanest
of
men
;
`
and
keeps
away
a
twelvemonth
!
From
a
woman
!
Sitch
is
his
conscience
!
He
has
n't
the
courage
to
meet
her
hi-i-i-igh
;
´
long
syllable
again
;
`
but
steals
away
,
like
a
felion
.
Why
,
if
that
baby
of
mine
,
´
said
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
with
sudden
rapidity
,
`
was
to
offer
to
go
and
steal
away
,
I
'd
do
my
duty
as
a
mother
by
him
,
till
he
was
covered
with
wales
!
´
The
young
Alexander
,
interpreting
this
into
a
positive
promise
,
to
be
shortly
redeemed
,
tumbled
over
with
fear
and
grief
,
and
lay
upon
the
floor
,
exhibiting
the
soles
of
his
shoes
and
making
such
a
deafening
outcry
,
that
Mrs.
MacStinger
found
it
necessary
to
take
him
up
in
her
arms
,
where
she
quieted
him
,
ever
and
anon
,
as
he
broke
out
again
,
by
a
shake
that
seemed
enough
to
loosen
his
teeth
.
`
A
pretty
sort
of
man
is
Cap'en
Cuttle
,
´
said
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
with
a
sharp
stress
on
the
first
syllable
of
the
Captain
's
name
,
`
to
take
on
for
—
and
to
lose
sleep
for
—
and
to
faint
along
of
—
and
to
think
dead
forsooth
—
and
to
go
up
and
down
the
blessed
town
like
a
madwoman
,
asking
questions
after
!
Oh
,
a
pretty
sort
of
man
!
Ha
ha
ha
ha
!
He
's
worth
all
that
trouble
and
distress
of
mind
,
and
much
more
.
That
's
nothing
,
bless
you
!
Ha
ha
ha
ha
!
Cap'en
Cuttle
,
´
said
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
with
severe
reaction
in
her
voice
and
manner
,
`
I
wish
to
know
if
you
're
a-coming
home
?
´
The
frightened
Captain
looked
into
his
hat
,
as
if
he
saw
nothing
for
it
but
to
put
it
on
,
and
give
himself
up
.
`
Cap'en
Cuttle
,
´
repeated
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
in
the
same
determined
manner
,
`
I
wish
to
know
if
you
're
a-coming
home
,
Sir
?
´
The
Captain
seemed
quite
ready
to
go
,
but
faintly
suggested
something
to
the
effect
of
`
not
making
so
much
noise
about
it
.
´
`
Aye
,
aye
,
aye
,
´
said
Bunsby
,
in
a
soothing
tone
.
`
Awast
,
my
lass
,
awast
!
´
`
And
who
may
you
be
,
if
you
please
!
´
retorted
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
with
chaste
loftiness
.
`
Did
you
ever
lodge
at
Number
Nine
,
Brig
Place
,
Sir
?
My
memory
may
be
bad
,
but
not
with
me
,
I
think
.
There
was
a
Mrs.
Jollson
lived
at
Number
Nine
before
me
,
and
perhaps
you
're
mistaking
me
for
her
.
That
is
my
only
ways
of
accounting
for
your
familiarity
,
Sir
.
´
`
Come
,
come
,
my
lass
,
awast
,
awast
!
´
said
Bunsby
.
Captain
Cuttle
could
hardly
believe
it
,
even
of
this
great
man
,
though
he
saw
it
done
with
his
waking
eyes
;
but
Bunsby
,
advancing
boldly
,
put
his
shaggy
blue
arm
round
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
and
so
softened
her
by
his
magic
way
of
doing
it
,
and
by
these
few
words
—
he
said
no
more
—
that
she
melted
into
tears
,
after
looking
upon
him
for
a
few
moments
,
and
observed
that
a
child
might
conquer
her
now
,
she
was
so
low
in
her
courage
.
Speechless
and
utterly
amazed
,
the
Captain
saw
him
gradually
persuade
this
inexorable
woman
into
the
shop
,
return
for
rum
and
water
and
a
candle
,
take
them
to
her
,
and
pacify
her
without
appearing
to
utter
one
word
.
Presently
he
looked
in
with
his
pilot-coat
on
,
and
said
,
`
Cuttle
,
I
'm
a-going
to
act
as
convoy
home
;
´
and
Captain
Cuttle
,
more
to
his
confusion
than
if
he
had
been
put
in
irons
himself
,
for
safe
transport
to
Brig
Place
,
saw
the
family
pacifically
filing
off
,
with
Mrs.
MacStinger
at
their
head
.
He
had
scarcely
time
to
take
down
his
canister
,
and
stealthily
convey
some
money
into
the
hands
of
Juliana
MacStinger
,
his
former
favourite
,
and
Chowley
,
who
had
the
claim
upon
him
that
he
was
naturally
of
a
maritime
build
,
before
the
Midshipman
was
abandoned
by
them
all
;
and
Bunsby
whispering
that
he
'd
carry
on
smart
,
and
hail
Ned
Cuttle
again
before
he
went
aboard
,
shut
the
door
upon
himself
,
as
the
last
member
of
the
party
.
Some
uneasy
ideas
that
he
must
be
walking
in
his
sleep
,
or
that
he
had
been
troubled
with
phantoms
,
and
not
a
family
of
flesh
and
blood
,
beset
the
Captain
at
first
,
when
he
went
back
to
the
little
parlour
,
and
found
himself
alone
.
Illimitable
faith
in
,
and
immeasurable
admiration
of
,
the
Commander
of
the
Cautious
Clara
,
succeeded
,
and
threw
the
Captain
into
a
wondering
trance
.
Still
,
as
time
wore
on
,
and
Bunsby
failed
to
reappear
,
the
Captain
began
to
entertain
uncomfortable
doubts
of
another
kind
.
Whether
Bunsby
had
been
artfully
decoyed
to
Brig
Place
,
and
was
there
detained
in
safe
custody
as
hostage
for
his
friend
;
in
which
case
it
would
become
the
Captain
,
as
a
man
of
honour
,
to
release
him
,
by
the
sacrifice
of
his
own
liberty
.
Whether
he
had
been
attacked
and
defeated
by
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
and
was
ashamed
to
show
himself
after
his
discomfiture
.
Whether
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
thinking
better
of
it
,
in
the
uncertainty
of
her
temper
,
had
turned
back
to
board
the
Midshipman
again
,
and
Bunsby
,
pretending
to
conduct
her
by
a
short
cut
,
was
endeavouring
to
lose
the
family
amid
the
wilds
and
savage
places
of
the
City
.
Above
all
,
what
it
would
behove
him
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
to
do
,
in
case
of
his
hearing
no
more
,
either
of
the
MacStingers
or
of
Bunsby
,
which
,
in
these
wonderful
and
unforeseen
conjunctions
of
events
,
might
possibly
happen
.
He
debated
all
this
until
he
was
tired
;
and
still
no
Bunsby
.
He
made
up
his
bed
under
the
counter
,
all
ready
for
turning
in
;
and
still
no
Bunsby
.
At
length
,
when
the
Captain
had
given
him
up
,
for
that
night
at
least
,
and
had
begun
to
undress
,
the
sound
of
approaching
wheels
was
heard
,
and
,
stopping
at
the
door
,
was
succeeded
by
Bunsby
's
hail
.
The
Captain
trembled
to
think
that
Mrs.
MacStinger
was
not
to
be
got
rid
of
,
and
had
been
brought
back
in
a
coach
.
But
no.
Bunsby
was
accompanied
by
nothing
but
a
large
box
,
which
he
hauled
into
the
shop
with
his
own
hands
,
and
as
soon
as
he
had
hauled
in
,
sat
upon
.
Captain
Cuttle
knew
it
for
the
chest
he
had
left
at
Mrs.
MacStinger
's
house
,
and
looking
,
candle
in
hand
,
at
Bunsby
more
attentively
,
believed
that
he
was
three
sheets
in
the
wind
,
or
,
it
plain
words
,
drunk
.
It
was
difficult
,
however
,
to
be
sure
of
this
;
the
Commander
having
no
trace
of
expression
in
his
face
when
sober
.
`
Cuttle
,
´
said
the
Commander
,
getting
off
the
chest
,
and
opening
the
lid
,
`
are
these
here
your
traps
?
´
Captain
Cuttle
looked
in
and
identified
his
property
.
`
Done
pretty
taut
and
trim
,
hey
,
shipmet
?
´
said
Bunsby
.
The
grateful
and
bewildered
Captain
grasped
him
by
the
hand
,
and
was
launching
into
a
reply
expressive
of
his
astonished
feelings
,
when
Bunsby
disengaged
himself
by
a
jerk
of
his
wrist
,
and
seemed
to
make
an
effort
to
wink
with
his
revolving
eye
,
the
only
effect
of
which
attempt
,
in
his
condition
,
was
nearly
to
overbalance
him
.
He
then
abruptly
opened
the
door
,
and
shot
away
to
rejoin
the
Cautious
Clara
with
all
speed
—
supposed
to
be
his
invariable
custom
,
whenever
he
considered
he
had
made
a
point
.
As
it
was
not
his
humour
to
be
often
sought
,
Captain
Cuttle
decided
not
to
go
or
send
to
him
next
day
,
or
until
he
should
make
his
gracious
pleasure
known
in
such
wise
,
or
failing
that
,
until
some
little
time
should
have
elapsed
.
The
Captain
,
therefore
,
renewed
his
solitary
life
next
morning
,
and
thought
profoundly
,
many
mornings
,
noons
,
and
nights
,
of
old
Sol
Gills
,
and
Bunsby
's
sentiments
concerning
him
,
and
the
hopes
there
were
of
his
return
.
Much
of
such
thinking
strengthened
Captain
Cuttle
's
hopes
;
and
he
humoured
them
and
himself
by
watching
for
the
Instrument-maker
at
the
door
as
he
ventured
to
do
now
,
in
his
strange
liberty
—
and
setting
his
chair
in
its
place
,
and
arranging
the
little
parlour
as
it
used
to
be
,
in
case
he
should
come
home
unexpectedly
.
He
likewise
,
in
his
thoughtfulness
,
took
down
a
certain
little
miniature
of
Walter
as
a
schoolboy
,
from
its
accustomed
nail
,
lest
it
should
shock
the
old
man
on
his
return
.
The
Captain
had
his
presentiments
,
too
,
sometimes
,
that
he
would
come
on
such
a
day
;
and
one
particular
Sunday
,
even
ordered
a
double
allowance
of
dinner
,
he
was
so
sanguine
.
But
come
,
old
Solomon
did
not
;
and
still
the
neighbours
noticed
how
the
seafaring
man
in
the
glazed
hat
,
stood
at
the
shop-door
of
an
evening
,
looking
up
and
down
the
street
.
CHAPTER
XL
Domestic
Relations
IT
was
not
in
the
nature
of
things
that
a
man
of
Mr.
Dombey
's
mood
,
opposed
to
such
a
spirit
as
he
had
raised
against
himself
,
should
be
softened
in
the
imperious
asperity
of
his
temper
;
or
that
the
cold
hard
armour
of
pride
in
which
he
lived
encased
,
should
be
made
more
flexible
by
constant
collision
with
haughty
scorn
and
defiance
.
It
is
the
curse
of
such
a
nature
—
it
is
a
main
part
of
the
heavy
retribution
on
itself
it
bears
within
itself
—
that
while
deference
and
concession
swell
its
evil
qualities
,
and
are
the
food
it
grows
upon
,
resistance
and
a
questioning
of
its
exacting
claims
,
foster
it
too
,
no
less
.
The
evil
that
is
in
it
finds
equally
its
means
of
growth
and
propagation
in
opposites
.
It
draws
support
and
life
from
sweets
and
bitters
;
bowed
down
before
,
or
unacknowledged
,
it
still
enslaves
the
breast
in
which
it
has
its
throne
;
and
,
worshipped
or
rejected
,
is
as
hard
a
master
as
the
Devil
in
dark
fables
.
Towards
his
first
wife
,
Mr.
Dombey
,
in
his
cold
and
lofty
arrogance
,
had
borne
himself
like
the
removed
Being
he
almost
conceived
himself
to
be
.
He
had
been
`
Mr.
Dombey
´
with
her
when
she
first
saw
him
,
and
he
was
`
Mr.
Dombey
´
when
she
died
.
He
had
asserted
his
greatness
during
their
whole
married
life
,
and
she
had
meekly
recognised
it
.
He
had
kept
his
distant
seat
of
state
on
the
top
of
his
throne
,
and
she
her
humble
station
on
its
lowest
step
;
and
much
good
it
had
done
him
,
so
to
live
in
solitary
bondage
to
his
one
idea
!
He
had
imagined
that
the
proud
character
of
his
second
wife
would
have
been
added
to
his
own
—
would
have
merged
into
it
,
and
exalted
his
greatness
.
He
had
pictured
himself
haughtier
than
ever
,
with
Edith
's
haughtiness
subservient
to
his
.
He
had
never
entertained
the
possibility
of
its
arraying
itself
against
him
.
And
now
,
when
he
found
it
rising
in
his
path
at
every
step
and
turn
of
his
daily
life
,
fixing
its
cold
,
defiant
,
and
contemptuous
face
upon
him
,
this
pride
of
his
,
instead
of
withering
,
or
hanging
down
its
head
beneath
the
shock
,
put
forth
new
shoots
,
became
more
concentrated
and
intense
,
more
gloomy
,
sullen
,
irksome
,
and
unyielding
,
than
it
had
ever
been
before
.
Who
wears
such
armour
,
too
,
bears
with
him
ever
another
heavy
retribution
.
It
is
of
proof
against
conciliation
,
love
,
and
confidence
!
against
all
gentle
sympathy
from
without
,
all
trust
,
all
tenderness
,
all
soft
emotion
;
but
to
deep
stabs
in
the
selflove
,
it
is
as
vulnerable
as
the
bare
breast
to
steel
;
and
such
tormenting
festers
rankle
there
,
as
follow
on
no
other
wounds
,
no
,
though
dealt
with
the
mailed
hand
of
Pride
itself
,
on
weaker
pride
,
disarmed
and
thrown
down
.
Such
wounds
were
his
.
He
felt
them
sharply
,
in
the
solitude
of
his
old
rooms
;
whither
he
now
began
often
to
retire
again
,
and
pass
long
solitary
hours
.
It
seemed
his
fate
to
be
ever
proud
and
powerful
;
ever
humbled
and
powerless
where
he
would
be
most
strong
.
Who
seemed
fated
to
work
out
that
doom
?
Who
?
Who
was
it
who
could
win
his
wife
as
she
had
won
his
boy
?
Who
was
it
who
had
shown
him
that
new
victory
,
as
he
sat
in
the
dark
corner
?
Who
was
it
whose
least
word
did
what
his
utmost
means
could
not
?
Who
was
it
who
,
unaided
by
his
love
,
regard
or
notice
,
thrived
and
grew
beautiful
when
those
so
aided
died
?
Who
could
it
be
,
but
the
same
child
at
whom
he
had
often
glanced
uneasily
in
her
motherless
infancy
,
with
a
kind
of
dread
,
lest
he
might
come
to
hate
her
;
and
of
whom
his
foreboding
was
fulfilled
,
for
he
did
hate
her
in
his
heart
?
Yes
,
and
he
would
have
it
hatred
,
and
he
made
it
hatred
,
though
some
sparkles
of
the
light
in
which
she
had
appeared
before
him
on
the
memorable
night
of
his
return
home
with
his
Bride
,
occasionally
hung
about
her
still
.
He
knew
now
that
she
was
beautiful
;
he
did
not
dispute
that
she
was
graceful
and
winning
,
and
that
in
the
bright
dawn
of
her
womanhood
she
had
come
upon
him
,
a
surprise
.
But
he
turned
even
this
against
her
.
In
his
sullen
and
unwholesome
brooding
,
the
unhappy
man
,
with
a
dull
perception
of
his
alienation
from
all
hearts
,
and
a
vague
yearning
for
what
he
had
all
his
life
repelled
,
made
a
distorted
picture
of
his
rights
and
wrongs
,
and
justified
himself
with
it
against
her
.
The
worthier
she
promised
to
be
of
him
,
the
greater
claim
he
was
disposed
to
ante-date
upon
her
duty
and
submission
?
When
had
she
ever
shown
him
duty
and
submission
?
Did
she
grace
his
life
—
or
Edith
's
?
Had
her
attractions
been
manifested
first
to
him
—
or
Edith
?
Why
,
he
and
she
had
never
been
,
from
her
birth
,
like
father
and
child
!
They
had
always
been
estranged
.
She
had
crossed
him
every
way
and
everywhere
.
She
was
leagued
against
him
now
.
Her
very
beauty
softened
natures
that
were
obdurate
to
him
,
and
insulted
him
with
an
unnatural
triumph
.
It
may
have
been
that
in
all
this
there
were
mutterings
of
an
awakened
feeling
in
his
breast
,
however
selfishly
aroused
by
his
position
of
disadvantage
,
in
comparison
with
what
she
might
have
made
his
life
.
But
he
silenced
the
distant
thunder
with
the
rolling
of
his
sea
of
pride
.
He
would
bear
nothing
but
his
pride
.
And
in
his
pride
,
a
heap
of
inconsistency
,
and
misery
,
and
self-inflicted
torment
,
he
hated
her
.
To
the
moody
,
stubborn
,
sullen
demon
,
that
possessed
him
,
his
wife
opposed
her
different
pride
in
its
full
force
.
They
never
could
have
led
a
happy
life
together
;
but
nothing
could
have
made
it
more
unhappy
,
than
the
wilful
and
determined
warfare
of
such
elements
.
His
pride
was
set
upon
maintaining
his
magnificent
supremacy
,
and
forcing
recognition
of
it
from
her
.
She
would
have
been
racked
to
death
,
and
turned
but
her
haughty
glance
of
calm
inflexible
disdain
upon
him
,
to
the
last
.
Such
recognition
from
Edith
!
He
little
knew
through
what
a
storm
and
struggle
she
had
been
driven
onward
to
the
crowning
honour
of
his
hand
.
He
little
knew
how
much
she
thought
she
had
conceded
,
when
she
suffered
him
to
call
her
wife
.
Mr.
Dombey
was
resolved
to
show
her
that
he
was
supreme
.
There
must
be
no
will
but
his
.
Proud
he
desired
that
she
should
be
,
but
she
must
be
proud
for
,
not
against
him
.
As
he
sat
alone
,
hardening
,
he
would
often
hear
her
go
out
and
come
home
,
treading
the
round
of
London
life
with
no
more
heed
of
his
liking
or
disliking
,
pleasure
or
displeasure
,
than
if
he
had
been
her
groom
.
Her
cold
supreme
indifference
—
his
own
unquestioned
attribute
usurped
—
stung
him
more
than
any
other
kind
of
treatment
could
have
done
;
and
he
determined
to
bend
her
to
his
magnificent
and
stately
will
.
He
had
been
long
communing
with
these
thoughts
,
when
one
night
he
sought
her
in
her
own
apartment
,
after
he
had
heard
her
return
home
late
.
She
was
alone
,
in
her
brilliant
dress
,
and
had
but
that
moment
come
from
her
mother
's
room
.
Her
face
was
melancholy
and
pensive
,
when
he
came
upon
her
;
but
it
marked
him
at
the
door
;
for
,
glancing
at
the
mirror
before
it
,
he
saw
immediately
,
as
in
a
picture-frame
,
the
knitted
brow
,
and
darkened
beauty
that
he
knew
so
well
.
`
Mrs.
Dombey
,
´
he
said
,
entering
,
`
I
must
beg
leave
to
have
a
few
words
with
you
.
´
`
To-morrow
,
´
she
replied
.
`
There
is
no
time
like
the
present
,
Madam
,
´
he
returned
.
`
You
mistake
your
position
.
I
am
used
to
choose
my
own
times
;
not
to
have
them
chosen
for
me
.
I
think
you
scarcely
understand
who
and
what
I
am
,
Mrs.
Dombey
.
´
`
I
think
,
´
she
answered
,
`
that
I
understand
you
very
well
.
´
She
looked
upon
him
as
she
said
so
,
and
folding
her
white
arms
,
sparkling
with
gold
and
gems
,
upon
her
swelling
breast
,
turned
away
her
eyes
.
If
she
had
been
less
handsome
,
and
less
stately
in
her
cold
composure
,
she
might
not
have
had
the
power
of
impressing
him
with
the
sense
of
disadvantage
that
penetrated
through
his
utmost
pride
.
But
she
had
the
power
,
and
he
felt
it
keenly
.
He
glanced
round
the
room
:
saw
how
the
splendid
means
of
personal
adornment
,
and
the
luxuries
of
dress
,
were
scattered
here
and
there
,
and
disregarded
;
not
in
mere
caprice
and
carelessness
(
or
so
he
thought
)
,
but
in
a
steadfast
haughty
disregard
of
costly
things
:
and
felt
it
more
and
more
.
Chaplets
of
flowers
,
plumes
of
feathers
,
jewels
,
laces
,
silks
and
satins
;
look
where
he
would
,
he
saw
riches
,
despised
,
poured
out
,
and
made
of
no
account
.
The
very
diamonds
—
a
marriage
gift
—
that
rose
and
fell
impatiently
upon
her
bosom
,
seemed
to
pant
to
break
the
chain
that
clasped
them
round
her
neck
,
and
roll
down
on
the
floor
where
she
might
tread
upon
them
.
He
felt
his
disadvantage
,
and
he
showed
it
.
Solemn
and
strange
among
his
wealth
of
colour
and
voluptuous
glitter
,
strange
and
constrained
towards
its
haughty
mistress
,
whose
repellent
beauty
it
repeated
,
and
presented
all
around
him
,
as
in
so
many
fragments
of
a
mirror
,
he
was
conscious
of
embarrassment
and
awkwardness
.
Nothing
that
ministered
to
her
disdainful
self-possession
could
fail
to
gall
him
.
Galled
and
irritated
with
himself
,
he
sat
down
,
and
went
on
in
no
improved
humour
:
`
Mrs.
Dombey
,
it
is
very
necessary
that
there
should
be
some
understanding
arrived
at
between
us
.
Your
conduct
does
not
please
Me
,
madam
.
´
She
merely
glanced
at
him
again
,
and
again
averted
her
eyes
;
but
she
might
have
spoken
for
an
hour
,
and
expressed
less
.
`
I
repeat
,
Mrs.
Dombey
,
does
not
please
me
.
I
have
already
taken
occasion
to
request
that
it
may
be
corrected
.
I
now
insist
upon
it
.
´
`
You
chose
a
fitting
occasion
for
your
first
remonstrance
,
Sir
,
and
you
adopt
a
fitting
manner
,
and
a
fitting
word
for
your
second
.
You
insist
!
To
me
!
´
`
Madam
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
with
his
most
offensive
air
of
state
,
`
I
have
made
you
my
wife
.
You
bear
my
name
.
You
are
associated
with
my
position
and
my
reputation
.
I
will
not
say
that
the
world
in
general
may
be
disposed
to
think
you
honoured
by
that
association
;
but
I
will
say
that
I
am
accustomed
to
“
insist
,
”
to
my
connections
and
dependents
.
´
`
Which
may
you
be
pleased
to
consider
me
?
´
she
asked
.
`
Possibly
I
may
think
that
my
wife
should
partake
—
or
does
partake
,
and
cannot
help
herself
—
of
both
characters
,
Mrs.
Dombey
.
´
She
bent
her
eyes
upon
him
steadily
,
and
set
her
trembling
lips
.
He
saw
her
bosom
throb
,
and
saw
her
face
flush
and
turn
white
.
All
this
he
could
know
,
and
did
:
but
he
could
not
know
that
one
word
was
whispering
in
the
deep
recesses
of
her
heart
,
to
keep
her
quiet
;
and
that
the
word
was
Florence
.
Blind
idiot
,
rushing
to
a
precipice
!
He
thought
she
stood
in
awe
of
him
!
`
You
are
too
expensive
,
Madam
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
You
are
extravagant
.
You
waste
a
great
deal
of
money
—
or
what
would
be
a
great
deal
in
the
pockets
of
most
gentlemen
—
in
cultivating
a
kind
of
society
that
is
useless
to
me
,
and
,
indeed
,
that
upon
the
whole
is
disagreeable
to
me
.
I
have
to
insist
upon
a
total
change
in
all
these
respects
.
I
know
that
in
the
novelty
of
possessing
a
tithe
of
such
means
as
Fortune
has
placed
at
your
disposal
,
ladies
are
apt
to
run
into
a
sudden
extreme
.
There
has
been
more
than
enough
of
that
extreme
.
I
beg
that
Mrs.
Granger
's
very
different
experiences
may
now
come
to
the
instruction
of
Mrs.
Dombey
.
´
Still
the
fixed
look
,
the
trembling
lips
,
the
throbbing
breast
,
the
face
now
crimson
and
now
white
;
and
still
the
deep
whisper
Florence
,
Florence
,
speaking
to
her
in
the
beating
of
her
heart
.
His
insolence
of
self-importance
dilated
as
he
saw
this
alteration
in
her
.
Swollen
no
less
by
her
past
scorn
of
him
,
and
his
so
recent
feeling
of
disadvantage
,
than
by
her
present
submission
(
as
he
took
it
to
be
)
,
it
became
too
mighty
for
his
breast
,
and
burst
all
bounds
.
Why
,
who
could
long
resist
his
lofty
will
and
pleasure
!
He
had
resolved
to
conquer
her
,
and
look
here
!
`
You
will
further
please
,
Madam
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
in
a
tone
of
sovereign
command
,
`
to
understand
distinctly
,
that
I
am
to
be
deferred
to
and
obeyed
.
That
I
must
have
a
positive
show
and
confession
of
deference
before
the
world
,
Madam
.
I
am
used
to
this
.
I
require
it
as
my
right
.
In
short
I
will
have
it
.
I
consider
it
no
unreasonable
return
for
the
worldly
advancement
that
has
befallen
you
;
and
I
believe
nobody
will
be
surprised
,
either
at
its
being
required
from
you
,
or
at
your
making
it
.
—
To
Me
—
To
Me
!
´
he
added
,
with
emphasis
.
No
word
from
her
.
No
change
in
her
.
Her
eyes
upon
him
.
`
I
have
learnt
from
your
mother
,
Mrs.
Dombey
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
with
magisterial
importance
,
`
what
no
doubt
you
know
,
namely
,
that
Brighton
is
recommended
for
her
health
.
Mr.
Carker
has
been
so
good
—
—
´
She
changed
suddenly
.
Her
face
and
bosom
glowed
as
if
the
red
light
of
an
angry
sunset
had
been
flung
upon
them
.
Not
unobservant
of
the
change
,
and
putting
his
own
interpretation
upon
it
,
Mr.
Dombey
resumed
:
`
Mr.
Carker
has
been
so
good
as
to
go
down
and
secure
a
house
there
,
for
a
time
.
On
the
return
of
the
establishment
to
London
,
I
shall
take
such
steps
for
its
better
management
as
I
consider
necessary
.
One
of
these
,
will
be
the
engagement
at
Brighton
(
if
it
is
to
be
effected
)
,
of
a
very
respectable
reduced
person
there
,
a
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
formerly
employed
in
a
situation
of
trust
in
my
family
,
to
act
as
housekeeper
.
An
establishment
like
this
,
presided
over
but
nominally
,
Mrs.
Dombey
,
requires
a
competent
head
.
´
She
had
changed
her
attitude
before
he
arrived
at
these
words
,
and
now
sat
—
still
looking
at
him
fixedly
—
turning
a
bracelet
round
and
round
upon
her
arm
;
not
winding
it
about
with
a
light
,
womanly
touch
,
but
pressing
and
dragging
it
over
the
smooth
skin
,
until
the
white
limb
showed
a
bar
of
red
.
`
I
observed
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
—
`
and
this
concludes
what
I
deem
it
necessary
to
say
to
you
at
present
,
Mrs.
Dombey
—
I
observed
a
moment
ago
,
Madam
,
that
my
allusion
to
Mr.
Carker
was
received
in
a
peculiar
manner
.
On
the
occasion
of
my
happening
to
point
out
to
you
,
before
that
confidential
agent
,
the
objection
I
had
to
your
mode
of
receiving
my
visitors
,
you
were
pleased
to
object
to
his
presence
.
You
will
have
to
get
the
better
of
that
objection
,
Madam
,
and
to
accustom
yourself
to
it
very
probably
on
many
similar
occasions
;
unless
you
adopt
the
remedy
which
is
in
your
own
hands
,
of
giving
me
no
cause
of
complaint
.
Mr.
Carker
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
who
,
after
the
emotion
he
had
just
seen
,
set
great
store
by
this
means
of
reducing
his
proud
wife
,
and
who
was
perhaps
sufficiently
willing
to
exhibit
his
power
to
that
gentleman
in
a
new
and
triumphant
aspect
,
`
Mr.
Carker
being
in
my
confidence
,
Mrs.
Dombey
,
may
very
well
be
in
yours
to
such
an
extent
.
I
hope
,
Mrs.
Dombey
,
´
he
continued
,
after
a
few
moments
,
during
which
,
in
his
increasing
haughtiness
,
he
had
improved
on
his
idea
,
`
I
may
not
find
it
necessary
ever
to
intrust
Mr.
Carker
with
any
message
of
objection
or
remonstrance
to
you
;
but
as
it
would
be
derogatory
to
my
position
and
reputation
to
be
frequently
holding
trivial
disputes
with
a
lady
upon
whom
I
have
conferred
the
highest
distinction
that
it
is
in
my
power
to
bestow
,
I
shall
not
scruple
to
avail
myself
of
his
services
if
I
see
occasion
.
´
`
And
now
,
´
he
thought
,
rising
in
his
moral
magnificence
,
and
rising
a
stiffer
and
more
impenetrable
man
than
ever
,
`
she
knows
me
and
my
resolution
.
´
The
hand
that
had
so
pressed
the
bracelet
was
laid
heavily
upon
her
breast
,
but
she
looked
at
him
still
,
with
an
unaltered
face
,
and
said
in
a
low
voice
:
`
Wait
!
For
God
's
sake
!
I
must
speak
to
you
.
´
Why
did
she
not
,
and
what
was
the
inward
struggle
that
rendered
her
incapable
of
doing
so
,
for
minutes
,
while
,
in
the
strong
constraint
she
put
upon
her
face
,
it
was
as
fixed
as
any
statue
's
—
looking
upon
him
with
neither
yielding
nor
unyielding
,
liking
nor
hatred
,
pride
nor
humility
:
nothing
but
a
searching
gaze
?
`
Did
I
ever
tempt
you
to
seek
my
hand
?
Did
I
ever
use
any
art
to
win
you
?
Was
I
ever
more
conciliating
to
you
when
you
pursued
me
,
than
I
have
been
since
our
marriage
?
Was
I
ever
other
to
you
than
I
am
?
´
`
It
is
wholly
unnecessary
,
Madam
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
to
enter
upon
such
discussions
.
´
`
Did
you
think
I
loved
you
?
Did
you
know
I
did
not
?
Did
you
ever
care
,
Man
!
for
my
heart
,
or
propose
to
yourself
to
win
the
worthless
thing
?
Was
there
any
poor
pretence
of
any
in
our
bargain
?
Upon
your
side
,
or
on
mine
?
´
`
These
questions
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
are
all
wide
of
the
purpose
,
Madam
.
´
She
moved
between
him
and
the
door
to
prevent
his
going
away
,
and
drawing
her
majestic
figure
to
its
height
,
looked
steadily
upon
him
still
.
`
You
answer
each
of
them
.
You
answer
me
before
I
speak
,
I
see
.
How
can
you
help
it
;
you
who
know
the
miserable
truth
as
well
as
I
?
Now
,
tell
me
.
If
I
loved
you
to
devotion
,
could
I
do
more
than
render
up
my
whole
will
and
being
to
you
,
as
you
have
just
demanded
?
If
my
heart
were
pure
and
all
untried
,
and
you
its
idol
,
could
you
ask
more
;
could
you
have
more
?
´
`
Possibly
not
,
Madam
,
´
he
returned
coolly
.
`
You
know
how
different
I
am
.
You
see
me
looking
on
you
now
,
and
you
can
read
the
warmth
of
passion
for
you
that
is
breathing
in
my
face
.
´
Not
a
curl
of
the
proud
lip
,
not
a
flash
of
the
dark
eye
,
nothing
but
the
same
intent
and
searching
look
,
accompanied
these
words
.
`
You
know
my
general
history
.
You
have
spoken
of
my
mother
.
Do
you
think
you
can
degrade
,
or
bend
or
break
,
me
to
submission
and
obedience
?
´
Mr.
Dombey
smiled
,
as
he
might
have
smiled
at
an
inquiry
whether
he
thought
he
could
raise
ten
thousand
pounds
.
`
If
there
is
anything
unusual
here
,
´
she
said
,
with
a
slight
motion
of
her
hand
before
her
brow
,
which
did
not
for
a
moment
flinch
from
its
immovable
and
otherwise
expressionless
gaze
,
`
as
I
know
there
are
unusual
feelings
here
,
'
raising
the
hand
she
pressed
upon
her
bosom
,
and
heavily
returning
it
,
`
consider
that
there
is
no
common
meaning
in
the
appeal
I
am
going
to
make
you
.
Yes
,
for
I
am
going
;
´
she
said
it
as
in
prompt
reply
to
something
in
his
face
;
`
to
appeal
to
you
.
´
Mr.
Dombey
,
with
a
slightly
condescending
bend
of
his
chin
that
rustled
and
crackled
his
stiff
cravat
,
sat
down
on
a
sofa
that
was
near
him
,
to
hear
the
appeal
.
`
If
you
can
believe
that
I
am
of
such
a
nature
now
,
'
—
he
fancied
he
saw
tears
glistening
in
her
eyes
,
and
he
thought
,
complacently
,
that
he
had
forced
them
from
her
,
though
none
fell
on
her
cheek
,
and
she
regarded
him
as
steadily
as
ever
,
—
`
as
would
make
what
I
now
say
almost
incredible
to
myself
,
said
to
any
man
who
had
become
my
husband
,
but
,
above
all
,
said
to
you
,
you
may
,
perhaps
,
attach
the
greater
weight
to
it
.
In
the
dark
end
to
which
we
are
tending
,
and
may
come
,
we
shall
not
involve
ourselves
alone
(
that
might
not
be
much
)
but
others
.
´
Others
!
He
knew
at
whom
that
word
pointed
,
and
frowned
heavily
.
`
I
speak
to
you
for
the
sake
of
others
.
Also
your
own
sake
;
and
for
mine
.
Since
our
marriage
,
you
have
been
arrogant
to
me
;
and
I
have
repaid
you
in
kind
.
You
have
shown
to
me
and
every
one
around
us
,
every
day
and
hour
,
that
you
think
I
am
graced
and
distinguished
by
your
alliance
.
I
do
not
think
so
,
and
have
shown
that
too
.
It
seems
you
do
not
understand
,
or
(
so
far
as
your
power
can
go
)
intend
that
each
of
us
shall
take
a
separate
course
;
and
you
expect
from
me
instead
,
a
homage
you
will
never
have
.
´
Although
her
face
was
still
the
same
,
there
was
emphatic
confirmation
of
this
`
Never
´
in
the
very
breath
she
drew
.
`
I
feel
no
tenderness
towards
you
;
that
you
know
.
You
would
care
nothing
for
it
,
if
I
did
or
could
.
I
know
as
well
that
you
feel
none
towards
me
.
But
we
are
linked
together
;
and
in
the
knot
that
ties
us
,
as
I
have
said
,
others
are
bound
up
.
We
must
both
die
;
we
are
both
connected
with
the
dead
already
,
each
by
a
little
child
.
Let
us
forbear
.
´
Mr.
Dombey
took
a
long
respiration
,
as
if
he
would
have
said
,
Oh
!
was
this
all
!
`
There
is
no
wealth
,
´
she
went
on
,
turning
paler
as
she
watched
him
,
while
her
eyes
grew
yet
more
lustrous
in
their
earnestness
,
`
that
could
buy
these
words
of
me
,
and
the
meaning
that
belongs
to
them
.
Once
cast
away
as
idle
breath
,
no
wealth
or
power
can
bring
them
back
.
I
mean
them
;
I
have
weighed
them
;
and
I
will
be
true
to
what
I
undertake
.
If
you
will
promise
to
forbear
on
your
part
,
I
will
promise
to
forbear
on
mine
.
We
are
a
most
unhappy
pair
,
in
whom
,
from
different
causes
,
every
sentiment
that
blesses
marriage
,
or
justifies
it
,
is
rooted
out
;
but
in
the
course
of
time
,
some
friendship
,
or
some
fitness
for
each
other
,
may
arise
between
us
.
I
will
try
to
hope
so
,
if
you
will
make
the
endeavour
too
;
and
I
will
look
forward
to
a
better
and
a
happier
use
of
age
than
I
have
made
of
youth
or
prime
.
´
Throughout
she
had
spoken
in
a
low
plain
voice
,
that
neither
rose
nor
fell
;
ceasing
,
she
dropped
the
hand
with
which
she
had
enforced
herself
to
be
so
passionless
and
distinct
,
but
not
the
eyes
with
which
she
had
so
steadily
observed
him
.
`
Madam
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
with
his
utmost
dignity
,
`
I
cannot
entertain
any
proposal
of
this
extraordinary
nature
.
´
She
looked
at
him
yet
,
without
the
least
change
.
`
I
cannot
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
rising
as
he
spoke
,
`
consent
to
temporise
or
treat
with
you
,
Mrs.
Dombey
,
upon
a
subject
as
to
which
you
are
in
possession
of
my
opinions
and
expectations
.
I
have
stated
my
ultimatum
,
Madam
,
and
have
only
to
request
your
very
serious
attention
to
it
.
´
To
see
the
face
change
to
its
old
expression
,
deepened
in
intensity
!
To
see
the
eyes
droop
as
from
some
mean
and
odious
object
!
To
see
the
lighting
of
the
haughty
brow
!
To
see
scorn
,
anger
,
indignation
,
and
abhorrence
starting
into
sight
,
and
the
pale
blank
earnestness
vanish
like
a
mist
!
He
could
not
choose
but
look
,
although
he
looked
to
his
dismay
.
`
Go
,
Sir
!
´
she
said
,
pointing
with
an
imperious
hand
towards
the
door
.
`
Our
first
and
last
confidence
is
at
an
end
.
Nothing
can
make
us
stranger
to
each
other
than
we
are
henceforth
.
´
`
I
shall
take
my
rightful
course
,
Madam
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
undeterred
,
you
may
be
sure
,
by
any
general
declamation
.
´
She
turned
her
back
upon
him
,
and
,
without
reply
,
sat
down
before
her
glass
.
`
I
place
my
reliance
on
your
improved
sense
of
duty
,
and
more
correct
feeling
,
and
better
reflection
,
Madam
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
She
answered
not
one
word
.
He
saw
no
more
expression
of
any
heed
of
him
,
in
the
mirror
,
than
if
he
had
been
an
unseen
spider
on
the
wall
,
or
beetle
on
the
floor
,
or
rather
,
than
if
he
had
been
the
one
or
other
,
seen
and
crushed
when
she
last
turned
from
him
,
and
forgotten
among
the
ignominious
and
dead
vermin
of
the
ground
.
He
looked
back
,
as
he
went
out
at
the
door
,
upon
the
welllighted
and
luxurious
room
,
the
beautiful
and
glittering
objects
everywhere
displayed
,
the
shape
of
Edith
in
its
rich
dress
seated
before
her
glass
,
and
the
face
of
Edith
as
the
glass
presented
it
to
him
;
and
betook
himself
to
his
old
chamber
of
cogitation
,
carrying
away
with
him
a
vivid
picture
in
his
mind
of
all
these
things
,
and
a
rambling
and
unaccountable
speculation
(
such
as
sometimes
comes
into
a
man
's
head
)
how
they
would
all
look
when
he
saw
them
next
.
For
the
rest
,
Mr.
Dombey
was
very
taciturn
,
and
very
dignified
,
and
very
confident
of
carrying
out
his
purpose
;
and
remained
so
.
He
did
not
design
accompanying
the
family
to
Brighton
;
but
he
graciously
informed
Cleopatra
at
breakfast
,
on
the
morning
of
departure
,
which
arrived
a
day
or
two
afterwards
,
that
he
might
be
expected
down
,
soon
.
There
was
no
time
to
be
lost
in
getting
Cleopatra
to
any
place
recommended
as
being
salutary
;
for
,
indeed
,
she
seemed
upon
the
wane
,
and
turning
of
the
earth
,
earthy
.
Without
having
undergone
any
decided
second
attack
of
her
malady
,
the
old
woman
seemed
to
have
crawled
backward
in
her
recovery
from
the
first
.
She
was
more
lean
and
shrunken
,
more
uncertain
in
her
imbecility
,
and
made
stranger
confusions
in
her
mind
and
memory
.
Among
other
symptoms
of
this
last
affliction
,
she
fell
into
the
habit
of
confounding
the
names
of
her
two
sons-in-law
,
the
living
and
the
deceased
;
and
in
general
called
Mr.
Dombey
,
either
`
Grangeby
,
´
or
`
Domber
,
´
or
indifferently
,
both
.
But
she
was
youthful
,
very
youthful
still
;
and
in
her
youthfulness
appeared
at
breakfast
,
before
going
away
,
in
a
new
bonnet
made
express
,
and
a
travelling
robe
that
was
embroidered
and
braided
like
an
old
baby
's
.
It
was
not
easy
to
put
her
into
a
fly-away
bonnet
now
,
or
to
keep
the
bonnet
in
its
place
on
the
back
of
her
poor
nodding
head
,
when
it
was
got
on
.
In
this
instance
,
it
had
not
only
the
extraneous
effect
of
being
always
on
one
side
,
but
of
being
perpetually
tapped
on
the
crown
by
Flowers
the
maid
,
who
attended
in
the
background
during
breakfast
to
perform
that
duty
.
`
Now
,
my
dearest
Grangeby
,
´
said
Mrs.
Skewton
,
`
you
must
posively
prom
,
´
she
cut
some
of
her
words
short
,
and
cut
out
others
altogether
,
`
come
down
very
soon
.
´
`
I
said
just
now
,
Madam
,
´
returned
Mr.
Dombey
,
loudly
and
laboriously
,
`
that
I
am
coming
in
a
day
or
two
.
´
`
Bless
you
,
Domber
!
´
Here
the
Major
,
who
was
come
to
take
leave
of
the
ladies
,
and
who
was
staring
through
his
