Dombeyreceiving
this
announcement
with
perfect
equanimity
,
they
took
leave
of
that
gentleman
,
and
presently
departed
under
the
protection
of
Mr.
Chick
;
who
,
when
they
had
turned
their
backs
upon
the
house
and
left
its
master
in
his
usual
solitary
state
,
put
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
threw
himself
back
in
the
carriage
,
and
whistled
`
With
a
hey
ho
chevy
!
´
all
through
;
conveying
into
his
face
as
he
did
so
,
an
expression
of
such
gloomy
and
terrible
defiance
,
that
Mrs.
Chick
dared
not
protest
,
or
in
any
way
molest
him
.
Richards
,
though
she
had
little
Paul
on
her
lap
,
could
not
forget
her
own
first-born
.
She
felt
it
was
ungrateful
;
but
the
influence
of
the
day
fell
even
on
the
Charitable
Grinders
,
and
she
could
hardly
help
regarding
his
pewter
badge
,
number
one
hundred
and
forty-seven
,
as
,
somehow
,
a
part
of
its
formality
and
sternness
.
She
spoke
,
too
,
in
the
nursery
,
of
his
`
blessed
legs
,
´
and
was
again
troubled
by
his
spectre
in
uniform
.
`
I
do
n't
know
what
I
would
n't
give
,
´
said
Polly
,
`
to
see
the
poor
little
dear
before
he
gets
used
to
'
em
.
´
`
Why
,
then
,
I
tell
you
what
,
Mrs.
Richards
,
´
retorted
Nipper
,
who
had
been
admitted
to
her
confidence
,
`
see
him
and
make
your
mind
easy
.
´
`
Mr.
Dombey
would
n't
like
it
,
´
said
Polly
.
`
Oh
,
would
n't
he
,
Mrs.
Richards
!
´
retorted
Nipper
,
`
he
'd
like
it
very
much
,
I
think
,
when
he
was
asked
.
´
`
You
would
n't
ask
him
,
I
suppose
,
at
all
?
´
said
Polly
.
`
No
,
Mrs.
Richards
,
quite
contrairy
,
'
returned
Susan
,
`
and
them
tow
inspectors
Tox
and
Chick
,
not
intending
to
be
on
duty
to-morrow
,
as
I
heard
'
em
say
,
me
and
Miss
Floy
will
go
along
with
you
to-morrow
morning
,
and
welcome
,
Mrs.
Richards
,
if
you
like
,
for
we
may
as
well
walk
there
,
as
up
and
down
a
street
,
and
better
too
.
´
Polly
rejected
the
idea
pretty
stoutly
at
first
;
but
by
little
and
little
she
began
to
entertain
it
,
as
she
entertained
more
and
more
distinctly
the
forbidden
pictures
of
her
children
,
and
her
own
home
.
At
length
,
arguing
that
there
could
be
no
great
harm
in
calling
for
a
moment
at
the
door
,
she
yielded
to
the
Nipper
proposition
.
The
matter
being
settled
thus
,
little
Paul
began
to
cry
most
piteously
,
as
if
he
had
a
foreboding
that
no
good
would
come
of
it
.
`
What
's
the
matter
with
the
child
?
´
asked
Susan
.
`
He
's
cold
,
I
think
,
´
said
Polly
,
walking
with
him
to
and
fro
,
and
hushing
him
.
It
was
a
bleak
autumnal
afternoon
indeed
;
and
as
she
walked
,
and
hushed
,
and
,
glancing
through
the
dreary
windown
,
pressed
the
little
fellow
closer
to
her
breast
,
the
withered
leaves
came
showering
down
.
CHAPTER
VI
Paul
's
Second
Deprivation
POLLY
was
beset
by
so
many
misgivings
in
the
morning
,
that
but
for
the
incessant
promptings
of
her
black-eyed
companion
,
she
would
have
abandoned
all
thoughts
of
the
expedition
,
and
formally
petitioned
for
leave
to
see
number
one
hundred
and
forty-seven
,
under
the
awful
shadow
of
Mr.
Dombey
's
roof
.
But
Susan
who
was
personally
disposed
in
favour
of
the
excursion
,
and
who
(
like
Tony
Lumpkin
)
,
if
she
could
bear
the
disappointments
of
other
people
with
tolerable
fortitude
,
could
not
abide
to
disappoint
herself
,
threw
so
many
ingenious
doubts
in
the
way
of
this
second
thought
,
and
stimulated
the
original
intention
with
so
many
ingenious
arguments
,
that
almost
as
soon
as
Mr.
Dombey
's
stately
back
was
turned
,
and
that
gentleman
was
pursuing
his
daily
road
towards
the
City
,
his
unconscious
son
was
on
his
way
to
Staggs
's
Gardens
.
This
euphonious
locality
was
situated
in
a
suburb
,
known
by
the
inhabitants
of
Staggs
's
Gardens
by
the
name
of
Camberling
Town
;
a
designation
which
the
Strangers
´
Map
of
London
,
as
printed
(
with
a
view
to
pleasant
and
commodious
reference
)
on
pocket-handkerchiefs
,
condenses
,
with
some
show
of
reason
,
into
Camden
Town
.
Hither
the
two
nurses
bent
their
steps
,
accompanied
by
their
charges
;
Richards
carrying
Paul
,
of
course
,
and
Susan
leading
little
Florence
by
the
hand
,
and
giving
her
such
jerks
and
pokes
from
time
to
time
,
as
she
considered
it
wholesome
to
administer
.
The
first
shock
of
a
great
earthquake
had
,
just
at
that
period
,
rent
the
whole
neighbourhood
to
its
centre
.
Traces
of
its
course
were
visible
on
every
side
.
Houses
were
knocked
down
;
streets
broken
through
and
stopped
;
deep
pits
and
trenches
dug
in
the
ground
;
enormous
heaps
of
earth
and
clay
thrown
up
;
buildings
that
were
undermined
and
shaking
,
propped
by
great
beams
of
wood
.
Here
,
a
chaos
of
carts
,
overthrown
and
jumbled
together
,
lay
topsy-turvy
at
the
bottom
of
a
steep
unnatural
hill
;
there
,
confused
treasures
of
iron
soaked
and
rusted
in
something
that
had
accidentally
become
a
pond
.
Everywhere
were
bridges
that
led
nowhere
;
thoroughfares
that
were
wholly
impassable
;
Babel
towers
of
chimneys
,
wanting
half
their
height
;
temporary
wooden
houses
and
enclosures
,
in
the
most
unlikely
situations
;
carcases
of
ragged
tenements
,
and
fragments
of
unfinished
walls
and
arches
,
and
piles
of
scaffolding
,
and
wildernesses
of
bricks
,
and
giant
forms
of
cranes
,
and
tripods
straddling
above
nothing
.
There
were
a
hundred
thousand
shapes
and
substances
of
incompleteness
,
wildly
mingled
out
of
their
places
,
upside
down
,
burrowing
in
the
earth
,
aspiring
in
the
air
,
mouldering
in
the
water
,
and
unintelligible
as
any
dream
.
Hot
springs
and
fiery
eruptions
,
the
usual
attendants
upon
earthquakes
,
lent
their
contributions
of
confusion
to
the
scene
.
Boiling
water
hissed
and
heaved
within
dilapidated
walls
;
whence
,
also
,
the
glare
and
roar
of
flames
came
issuing
forth
;
and
mounds
of
ashes
blocked
up
rights
of
way
,
and
wholly
changed
the
law
and
custom
of
the
neighbourhood
.
In
short
,
the
yet
unfinished
and
unopened
Railroad
was
in
progress
;
and
,
from
the
very
core
of
all
this
dire
disorder
,
trailed
smoothly
away
,
upon
its
mighty
course
of
civilisation
and
improvement
.
But
as
yet
,
the
neighbourhood
was
shy
to
own
the
Railroad
.
One
or
two
bold
speculators
had
projected
streets
;
and
one
had
built
a
little
,
but
had
stopped
among
the
mud
and
ashes
to
consider
farther
of
it
.
A
bran-new
Tavern
,
redolent
of
fresh
mortar
and
size
,
and
fronting
nothing
at
all
,
had
taken
for
its
sign
The
Railway
Arms
;
but
that
might
be
rash
enterprise
—
and
then
it
hoped
to
sell
drink
to
the
workmen
.
So
,
the
Excavators
´
House
of
Call
had
sprung
up
from
a
beer-shop
;
and
the
old-established
Ham
and
Beef
Shop
had
become
the
Railway
Eating
House
,
with
a
roast
leg
of
pork
daily
,
through
interested
motives
of
a
similar
immediate
and
popular
description
.
Lodging-house
keepers
were
favourable
in
like
manner
;
and
for
the
like
reasons
were
not
to
be
trusted
.
The
general
belief
was
very
slow
.
There
were
frowzy
fields
,
and
cow-houses
,
and
dunghills
,
and
dustheaps
,
and
ditches
,
and
gardens
,
and
summer-houses
,
and
carpet-beating
grounds
,
at
the
very
door
of
the
Railway
.
Little
tumuli
of
oyster
shells
in
the
oyster
season
,
and
of
lobster
shells
in
the
lobster
season
,
and
of
broken
crockery
and
faded
cabbage
leaves
in
all
seasons
,
encroached
upon
its
high
places
.
Posts
,
and
rails
,
and
old
cautions
to
trespassers
,
and
backs
of
mean
houses
,
and
patches
of
wretched
vegetation
,
stared
it
out
of
countenance
.
Nothing
was
the
better
for
it
,
or
thought
of
being
so
.
If
the
miserable
waste
ground
lying
near
it
could
have
laughed
,
it
would
have
laughed
it
to
scorn
,
like
many
of
the
miserable
neighbours
.
Staggs
's
Gardens
was
uncommonly
incredulous
.
It
was
a
little
row
of
houses
,
with
little
squalid
patches
of
ground
before
them
,
fenced
off
with
old
doors
,
barrel
staves
,
scraps
of
tarpaulin
,
and
dead
bushes
;
with
bottomless
tin
kettles
and
exhausted
iron
fenders
,
thrust
into
the
gaps
.
Here
,
the
Staggs
's
Gardeners
trained
scarlet
beans
,
kept
fowls
and
rabbits
,
erected
rotten
summer-houses
(
one
was
an
old
boat
)
,
dried
clothes
,
and
smoked
pipes
.
Some
were
of
opinion
that
Staggs
's
Gardens
derived
its
name
from
a
deceased
capitalist
,
one
Mr.
Staggs
,
who
had
built
it
for
his
delectation
.
Others
,
who
had
a
natural
taste
for
the
country
,
held
that
it
dated
from
those
rural
times
when
the
antlered
herd
,
under
the
familiar
denomination
of
Staggses
,
had
resorted
to
its
shady
precincts
.
Be
this
as
it
may
,
Staggs
's
Gardens
was
regarded
by
its
population
as
a
sacred
grove
not
to
be
withered
by
railroads
;
and
so
confident
were
they
generally
of
its
long
outliving
any
such
ridiculous
inventions
,
that
the
master
chimney-sweeper
at
the
corner
,
who
was
understood
to
take
the
lead
in
the
local
politics
of
the
Gardens
,
had
publicly
declared
that
on
the
occasion
of
the
Railroad
opening
,
if
ever
it
did
open
,
two
of
his
boys
should
ascend
the
flues
of
his
dwelling
,
with
instructions
to
hail
the
failure
with
derisive
jeers
from
the
chimney-pots
.
To
this
unhallowed
spot
,
the
very
name
of
which
had
hitherto
been
carefully
concealed
from
Mr.
Dombey
by
his
sister
,
was
little
Paul
now
borne
by
Fate
and
Richards
.
`
That
's
my
house
,
Susan
,
´
said
Polly
,
pointing
it
out
.
`
Is
it
,
indeed
,
Mrs.
Richards
?
´
said
Susan
,
condescendingly
.
`
And
there
's
my
sister
Jemima
at
the
door
,
I
do
declare
!
´
cried
Polly
,
`
with
my
own
sweet
precious
baby
in
her
arms
!
´
The
sight
added
such
an
extensive
pair
of
wings
to
Polly
's
impatience
,
that
she
set
off
down
the
Gardens
at
a
run
,
and
bouncing
on
Jemima
,
changed
babies
with
her
in
a
twinkling
;
to
the
utter
astonishment
of
that
young
damsel
,
on
whom
the
heir
of
the
Dombeys
seemed
to
have
fallen
from
the
clouds
.
`
Why
,
Polly
!
´
cried
Jemima
.
`
You
!
what
a
turn
you
have
given
me
!
who
'd
have
thought
it
!
come
along
in
Polly
!
How
well
you
do
look
to
be
sure
!
The
children
will
go
half
wild
to
see
you
Polly
,
that
they
will
.
´
That
they
did
,
if
one
might
judge
from
the
noise
they
made
,
and
the
way
in
which
they
dashed
at
Polly
and
dragged
her
to
a
low
chair
in
the
chimney
corner
,
where
her
own
honest
apple
face
became
immediately
the
centre
of
a
bunch
of
smaller
pippins
,
all
laying
their
rosy
cheeks
close
to
it
,
and
all
evidently
the
growth
of
the
same
tree
.
As
to
Polly
,
she
was
full
as
noisy
and
vehement
as
the
children
;
and
it
was
not
until
she
was
quite
out
of
breath
,
and
her
hair
was
hanging
all
about
her
flushed
face
,
and
her
new
christening
attire
was
very
much
dishevelled
,
that
any
pause
took
place
in
the
confusion
.
Even
then
,
the
smallest
Toodle
but
one
remained
in
her
lap
,
holding
on
tight
with
both
arms
round
her
neck
;
while
the
smallest
Toodle
but
two
mounted
on
the
back
of
the
chair
,
and
made
desperate
efforts
,
with
one
leg
in
the
air
,
to
kiss
her
round
the
corner
.
`
Look
!
there
's
a
pretty
little
lady
come
to
see
you
,
´
said
Polly
;
`
and
see
how
quiet
she
is
!
what
a
beautiful
little
lady
,
ai
n't
she
?
´
This
reference
to
Florence
,
who
had
been
standing
by
the
door
not
unobservant
of
what
passed
,
directed
the
attention
of
the
younger
branches
towards
her
;
and
had
likewise
the
happy
effect
of
leading
to
the
formal
recognition
of
Miss
Nipper
,
who
was
not
quite
free
from
a
misgiving
that
she
had
been
already
slighted
.
`
Oh
do
come
in
and
sit
down
a
minute
,
Susan
,
please
,
´
said
Polly
.
`
This
is
my
sister
Jemima
,
this
is
.
Jemima
,
I
do
n't
know
what
I
should
ever
do
with
myself
,
if
it
was
n't
for
Susan
Nipper
;
I
should
n't
be
here
now
but
for
her
.
´
`
Oh
do
sit
down
,
Miss
Nipper
,
if
you
please
,
´
quoth
Jemima
.
Susan
took
the
extreme
corner
of
a
chair
,
with
a
stately
and
ceremonious
aspect
.
`
I
never
was
so
glad
to
see
anybody
in
all
my
life
;
now
really
I
never
was
,
Miss
Nipper
,
´
said
Jemima
.
Susan
relaxing
,
took
a
little
more
of
the
chair
,
and
smiled
graciously
.
`
Do
untie
your
bonnet-strings
,
and
make
yourself
at
home
,
Miss
Nipper
,
please
,
'
entreated
Jemima
.
`
I
am
afraid
it
's
a
poorer
place
than
you
're
used
to
;
but
yoy
'll
make
allowances
,
I
'm
sure
.
´
The
black-eyed
was
so
softened
by
this
deferential
behaviour
,
that
she
caught
up
little
Miss
Toodle
who
was
running
past
,
and
took
her
to
Banbury
Cross
immediately
.
`
But
where
's
my
pretty
boy
?
´
said
Polly
.
`
My
poor
fellow
?
I
came
all
this
way
to
see
him
in
his
new
clothes
.
´
`
Ah
what
a
pity
!
´
cried
Jemima
.
`
He
'll
break
his
heart
,
when
he
hears
his
mother
has
been
here
.
He
's
at
school
,
Polly
.
´
`
Gone
already
!
´
`
Yes
.
He
went
for
the
first
time
yesterday
,
for
fear
he
should
lose
any
learning
.
But
it
's
half-holding
,
Polly
:
if
you
could
only
stop
till
he
comes
home
—
you
and
Miss
Nipper
,
least-ways
,
´
said
Jemima
,
mindful
in
good
time
of
the
dignity
of
the
black-eyed
.
`
And
how
does
he
look
,
Jemima
,
bless
him
!
´
faltered
Polly
.
`
Well
,
really
he
do
n't
look
so
bad
as
you
'd
suppose
,
´
returned
Jemima
.
`
Ah
!
´
said
Polly
,
with
emotion
,
`
I
knew
his
legs
must
be
too
short
.
´
`
His
legs
is
short
,
´
returned
Jemima
;
`
especially
behind
;
but
they
'll
get
longer
,
Polly
,
every
day
.
´
It
was
a
slow
,
prospective
kind
of
consolation
;
but
the
cheerfulness
and
good
nature
with
which
it
was
administered
,
gave
it
a
value
it
did
not
intrinsically
possess
.
After
a
moment
's
silence
,
Polly
asked
,
in
a
more
sprightly
manner
:
`
And
where
's
Father
,
Jemima
dear
?
'
—
for
by
that
patriarchal
appellation
,
Mr.
Toodle
was
generally
known
in
the
family
.
`
There
again
!
´
said
Jemima
.
`
What
a
pity
!
Father
took
his
dinner
with
him
this
morning
,
and
is
n't
coming
home
till
night
.
But
he
's
always
talking
of
you
,
Polly
,
and
telling
the
children
about
you
;
and
is
the
peaceablest
,
patientest
,
best-temperedst
soul
in
the
world
,
as
he
always
was
and
will
be
!
´
`
Thankee
,
Jemima
,
´
cried
the
simple
Polly
;
delighted
by
the
speech
,
and
disappointed
by
the
absence
.
`
Oh
you
need
n't
thank
me
,
Polly
,
´
said
her
sister
,
giving
her
a
sound
kiss
upon
the
cheek
,
and
then
dancing
little
Paul
cheerfully
.
`
I
say
the
same
of
you
sometimes
,
and
think
it
too
.
´
In
spite
of
the
double
disappointment
,
it
was
impossible
to
regard
in
the
light
of
a
failure
a
visit
which
was
greeted
with
such
a
reception
;
so
the
sisters
talked
hopefully
about
family
matters
,
and
about
Biler
,
and
about
all
his
brothers
and
sisters
:
while
the
black-eyed
,
having
performed
several
journeys
to
Banbury
Cross
and
back
,
took
sharp
note
of
the
furniture
,
the
Dutch
clock
,
the
cupboard
,
the
castle
on
the
mantel-piece
with
red
and
green
windows
in
it
,
susceptible
of
illumination
by
a
candle-end
within
;
and
the
pair
of
small
black
velvet
kittens
,
each
with
a
lady
's
reticule
in
its
mouth
;
regarded
by
the
Staggs
's
Gardeners
as
prodigies
of
imitative
art
.
The
conversation
soon
becoming
general
lest
the
black-eyed
should
go
off
at
score
and
turn
sarcastic
,
that
young
lady
related
to
Jemima
a
summary
of
everything
she
knew
concerning
Mr.
Dombey
,
his
prospects
,
family
,
pursuits
,
and
character
.
Also
an
exact
inventory
of
her
personal
wardrobe
,
and
some
account
of
her
principal
relations
and
friends
.
Having
relieved
her
mind
of
these
disclosures
,
she
partook
of
shrimps
and
porter
,
and
evinced
a
disposition
to
swear
eternal
friendship
.
Little
Florence
herself
was
not
behind-hand
in
improving
the
occasion
:
for
,
being
conducted
forth
by
young
Toodles
to
inspect
some
toad-stools
and
other
curiosities
of
the
Gardens
,
she
entered
with
them
,
heart
and
soul
,
on
the
formation
of
a
temporary
breakwater
across
a
small
green
pool
that
had
collected
in
a
corner
.
She
was
still
busily
engaged
in
that
labour
,
when
sought
and
found
by
Susan
;
who
,
such
was
her
sense
of
duty
,
even
under
the
humanizing
influence
of
shrimps
,
delivered
a
moral
address
to
her
(
punctuated
with
thumps
)
on
her
degenerate
nature
,
while
washing
her
face
and
hands
;
and
predicted
that
she
would
bring
the
grey
hairs
of
her
family
in
general
,
with
sorrow
to
the
grave
.
After
some
delay
,
occasioned
by
a
pretty
long
confidential
interview
above
stairs
on
pecuniary
subjects
,
between
Polly
and
Jemima
,
an
interchange
of
babies
was
again
effected
—
for
Polly
had
all
this
time
retained
her
own
child
,
and
Jemima
little
Paul
—
and
the
visitors
took
leave
.
But
first
the
young
Toodles
,
victims
of
a
pious
fraud
,
were
deluded
into
repairing
in
a
body
to
a
chandler
's
shop
in
the
neighbourhood
,
for
the
ostensible
purpose
of
spending
a
penny
;
and
when
the
coast
was
quite
clear
,
Polly
fled
;
Jemima
calling
after
her
that
if
they
could
only
go
round
towards
the
City
Road
on
their
way
back
,
they
would
be
sure
to
meet
little
Biler
coming
from
school
.
`
Do
you
think
that
we
might
make
time
to
go
a
little
round
in
that
direction
,
Susan
?
´
inquired
,
Polly
,
when
they
halted
to
take
breath
.
`
Why
not
,
Mrs.
Richards
?
´
returned
Susan
.
It
's
getting
on
towards
our
dinner
time
you
know
,
said
Polly
.
But
lunch
had
rendered
her
companion
more
than
indifferent
to
this
grave
consideration
,
so
she
allowed
no
weight
to
it
,
and
they
resolved
to
go
`
a
little
round
.
´
Now
,
it
happened
that
poor
Biler
's
life
had
been
,
since
yesterday
morning
,
rendered
weary
by
the
costume
of
the
Charitable
Grinders
.
The
youth
of
the
streets
could
not
endure
it
.
No
young
vagabond
could
be
brought
to
bear
its
contemplation
for
a
moment
,
without
throwing
himself
upon
the
unoffending
wearer
,
and
doing
him
a
mischief
.
His
social
existence
had
been
more
like
that
of
an
early
Christian
,
than
an
innocent
child
of
the
nineteenth
century
.
He
had
been
stoned
in
the
streets
.
He
had
been
overthrown
into
gutters
;
bespattered
with
mud
;
violently
flattened
against
posts
.
Entire
strangers
to
his
person
had
lifted
his
yellow
cap
off
his
head
and
cast
it
to
the
winds
.
His
legs
had
not
only
undergone
verbal
criticisms
and
revilings
,
but
had
been
handled
and
pinched
.
That
very
morning
,
he
had
received
a
perfectly
unsolicited
black
eye
on
his
way
to
the
Grinders
´
establishment
,
and
had
been
punished
for
it
by
the
master
:
a
superannuated
old
Grinder
of
savage
disposition
,
who
had
been
appointed
schoolmaster
because
he
did
n't
know
anything
,
and
was
n't
fit
for
anything
,
and
for
whose
cruel
cane
all
chubby
little
boys
had
a
perfect
fascination
.
Thus
it
fell
out
that
Biler
,
on
his
way
home
,
sought
unfrequented
paths
;
and
slunk
along
by
narrow
passages
and
back
streets
,
to
avoid
his
tormentors
.
Being
compelled
to
emerge
into
the
main
road
,
his
ill
fortune
brought
him
at
last
where
a
small
party
of
boys
,
headed
by
a
ferocious
young
butcher
,
were
lying
in
wait
for
any
means
of
pleasurable
excitement
that
might
happen
.
These
,
finding
a
Charitable
Grinder
in
the
midst
of
them
—
unaccountably
delivered
over
,
as
it
were
,
into
their
hands
—
set
up
a
general
yell
and
rushed
upon
him
.
But
it
so
fell
out
likewise
,
that
,
at
the
same
time
,
Polly
,
looking
hopelessly
along
the
road
before
her
,
after
a
good
hour
's
walk
,
had
said
it
was
no
use
going
any
further
,
when
suddenly
she
saw
this
sight
.
She
no
sooner
saw
it
than
,
uttering
a
hasty
exclamation
,
and
giving
Master
Dombey
to
the
black-eyed
,
she
started
to
the
rescue
of
her
unhappy
little
son
.
Surprises
,
like
misfortunes
,
rarely
come
alone
.
The
astonished
Susan
Nipper
and
her
two
young
charges
were
rescued
by
the
bystanders
from
under
the
very
wheels
of
a
passing
carriage
before
they
knew
what
had
happened
;
and
at
that
moment
(
it
was
market
day
)
a
thundering
alarm
of
`
Mad
Bull
´
was
raised
.
With
a
wild
confusion
before
her
,
of
people
running
up
and
down
,
and
shouting
,
and
wheels
running
over
them
,
and
boys
fighting
,
and
mad
bulls
coming
up
,
and
the
nurse
in
the
midst
of
all
these
dangers
being
torn
to
pieces
,
Florence
screamed
and
ran
.
She
ran
till
she
was
exhausted
,
urging
Susan
to
do
the
same
;
and
then
,
stopping
and
wringing
her
hands
as
she
remembered
they
had
left
the
other
nurse
behind
,
found
,
with
a
sensation
of
terror
not
to
be
described
,
that
she
was
quite
alone
.
`
Susan
!
Susan
!
´
cried
Florence
,
clapping
her
hands
in
the
very
ecstasy
of
her
alarm
.
`
Oh
,
where
are
they
?
where
are
they
?
´
`
Where
are
they
?
´
said
an
old
woman
,
coming
hobbling
across
as
fast
as
she
could
from
the
opposite
side
of
the
way
.
`
Why
did
you
run
away
from
'
em
?
´
`
I
was
frightened
,
´
answered
Florence
.
`
I
did
n't
know
what
I
did
.
I
thought
they
were
with
me
.
Where
are
they
?
´
The
old
woman
took
her
by
the
wrist
,
and
said
,
`
I
'll
show
you
.
´
She
was
a
very
ugly
old
woman
,
with
red
rims
round
her
eyes
,
and
a
mouth
that
mumbled
and
chattered
of
itself
when
she
was
not
speaking
.
She
was
miserably
dressed
,
and
carried
some
skins
over
her
arm
.
She
seemed
to
have
followed
Florence
some
little
way
at
all
events
,
for
she
had
lost
her
breath
;
and
this
made
her
uglier
still
,
as
she
stood
trying
to
regain
it
:
working
her
shrivelled
yellow
face
and
throat
into
all
sorts
of
contortions
.
Florence
was
afraid
of
her
,
and
looked
,
hesitating
,
up
the
street
,
of
which
she
had
almost
reached
the
bottom
.
It
was
a
solitary
place
—
more
a
back
road
than
a
street
—
and
there
was
no
one
in
it
but
herself
and
the
old
woman
.
`
You
need
n't
be
frightened
now
,
´
said
the
old
woman
,
still
holding
her
tight
.
`
Come
along
with
me
.
´
`
I
—
I
do
n't
know
you
.
What
's
your
name
?
´
asked
Florence
.
`
Mrs.
Brown
,
´
said
the
old
woman
.
`
Good
Mrs.
Brown
.
´
`
Are
they
near
here
?
´
asked
Florence
,
beginning
to
be
led
away
.
`
Susan
a
n't
far
off
,
´
said
Good
Mrs.
Brown
;
`
and
the
others
are
close
to
her
.
´
`
Is
anybody
hurt
?
´
cried
Florence
.
`
Not
a
bit
of
it
,
´
said
Good
Mrs.
Brown
.
The
child
shed
tears
of
delight
on
hearing
this
,
and
accompanied
the
old
woman
willingly
;
though
she
could
not
help
glancing
at
her
face
as
they
went
along
—
particularly
at
that
industrious
mouth
—
and
wondering
whether
Bad
Mrs.
Brown
,
if
there
were
such
a
person
,
was
at
all
like
her
.
They
had
not
gone
far
,
but
had
gone
by
some
very
uncomfortable
places
,
such
as
brick-fields
and
tile-yards
,
when
the
old
woman
turned
down
a
dirty
lane
,
where
the
mud
lay
in
deep
black
ruts
in
the
middle
of
the
road
.
She
stopped
before
a
shabby
little
house
,
as
closely
shut
up
as
a
house
that
was
full
of
cracks
and
crevices
could
be
.
Opening
the
door
with
a
key
she
took
out
of
her
bonnet
,
she
pushed
the
child
before
her
into
a
back
room
,
where
there
was
a
great
heap
of
rags
of
different
colours
lying
on
the
floor
;
a
heap
of
bones
,
and
a
heap
of
sifted
dust
or
cinders
;
but
there
was
no
furniture
at
all
,
and
the
walls
and
ceiling
were
quite
black
.
The
child
became
so
terrified
that
she
was
stricken
speechless
,
and
looked
as
though
about
to
swoon
.
`
Now
do
n't
be
a
young
mule
,
´
said
Good
Mrs.
Brown
,
reviving
her
with
a
shake
.
`
I
'm
not
a
going
to
hurt
you
.
Sit
upon
the
rags
.
´
Florence
obeyed
her
,
holding
out
her
folded
hands
,
in
mute
supplication
.
`
I
'm
not
a
going
to
keep
you
,
even
,
above
an
hour
,
´
said
Mrs.
Brown
.
`
D'ye
understand
what
I
say
?
´
The
child
answered
with
great
difficulty
,
`
Yes
.
´
`
Then
,
´
said
Good
Mrs.
Brown
,
taking
her
own
seat
on
the
bones
,
`
do
n't
vex
me
.
If
you
do
n't
,
I
tell
you
I
wo
n't
hurt
you
.
But
if
you
do
,
I
'll
kill
you
.
I
could
have
you
killed
at
any
time
—
even
if
you
was
in
your
own
bed
at
home
.
Now
let
's
know
who
you
are
,
and
what
you
are
,
and
all
about
it
.
´
The
old
woman
's
threats
and
promises
;
the
dread
of
giving
her
offence
;
and
the
habit
,
unusual
to
a
child
,
but
almost
natural
to
Florence
now
,
of
being
quiet
,
and
repressing
what
she
felt
,
and
feared
,
and
hoped
;
enabled
her
to
do
this
bidding
,
and
to
tell
her
little
history
,
or
what
she
knew
of
it
.
Mrs.
Brown
listened
attentively
,
until
she
had
finished
.
`
So
your
name
's
Dombey
,
eh
?
´
said
Mrs.
Brown
.
`
Yes
,
ma'am
.
´
`
I
want
that
pretty
frock
,
Miss
Dombey
,
´
said
Good
Mrs.
Brown
,
`
and
that
little
bonnet
,
and
a
petticoat
or
two
,
and
anything
else
you
can
spare
.
Come
!
Take
'
em
off
.
´
Florence
obeyed
,
as
fast
as
her
trembling
hands
would
allow
;
keeping
,
all
the
while
,
a
frightened
eye
on
Mrs.
Brown
.
When
she
had
divested
herself
of
all
the
articles
of
apparel
mentioned
by
that
lady
,
Mrs.
B
.
examined
them
at
leisure
,
and
seemed
tolerably
well
satisfied
with
their
quality
and
value
.
`
Humph
!
´
she
said
,
running
her
eyes
over
the
child
's
slight
figure
,
`
I
do
n't
see
anything
else
—
except
the
shoes
.
I
must
have
the
shoes
,
Miss
Dombey
.
´
Poor
little
Florence
took
them
off
with
equal
alacrity
,
only
too
glad
to
have
any
more
means
of
conciliation
about
her
.
The
old
woman
then
produced
some
wretched
substitutes
from
the
bottom
of
the
heap
of
rags
,
which
she
turned
up
for
that
purpose
;
together
with
a
girl
's
cloak
,
quite
worn
out
and
very
old
;
and
the
crushed
remains
of
a
bonnet
that
had
probably
been
picked
up
from
some
ditch
or
dunghill
.
In
this
dainty
raiment
,
she
instructed
Florence
to
dress
herself
;
and
as
such
preparation
seemed
a
prelude
to
her
release
,
the
child
complied
with
increased
readiness
,
if
possible
.
In
hurriedly
putting
on
the
bonnet
,
if
that
may
be
called
a
bonnet
which
was
more
like
a
pad
to
carry
loads
on
,
she
caught
it
in
her
hair
which
grew
luxuriantly
,
and
could
not
immediately
disentangle
it
.
Good
Mrs.
Brown
whipped
out
a
large
pair
or
scissors
,
and
fell
into
an
unaccountable
state
of
excitement
.
`
Why
could
n't
you
let
me
be
,
´
said
Mrs.
Brown
,
`
when
I
was
contented
?
You
little
fool
!
´
`
I
beg
your
pardon
.
I
do
n't
know
what
I
have
done
,
´
panted
Florence
.
`
I
could
n't
help
it
.
´
`
Could
n't
help
it
!
´
cried
Mrs.
Brown
.
`
How
do
you
expect
I
can
help
it
?
Why
,
Lord
!
´
said
the
old
woman
,
ruffling
her
curls
with
a
furious
pleasure
,
`
anybody
but
me
would
have
had
'
em
off
first
of
all
.
´
Florence
was
so
relieved
to
find
that
it
was
only
her
hair
and
not
her
head
which
Mrs.
Brown
coveted
,
that
she
offered
no
resistance
or
entreaty
,
and
merely
raised
her
mild
eyes
towards
the
face
of
that
good
soul
.
`
If
I
had
n't
once
had
a
gal
of
my
own
—
beyond
seas
now
—
that
was
proud
of
her
hair
,
´
said
Mrs.
Brown
,
`
I
'd
have
had
every
lock
of
it
.
She
's
far
away
,
she
's
far
away
!
Oho
!
Oho
!
´
Mrs.
Brown
's
was
not
a
melodious
cry
,
but
,
accompanied
with
a
wild
tossing
up
of
her
lean
arms
,
it
was
full
of
passionate
grief
,
and
thrilled
to
the
heart
of
Florence
,
whom
it
frightened
more
than
ever
.
It
had
its
part
,
perhaps
,
in
saving
her
curls
;
for
Mrs.
Brown
,
after
hovering
about
her
with
the
scissors
for
some
moments
,
like
a
new
kind
of
butterfly
,
bade
her
hide
them
under
the
bonnet
and
let
no
trace
of
them
escape
to
tempt
her
.
Having
accomplished
this
victory
over
herself
,
Mrs.
Brown
resumed
her
seat
on
the
bones
,
and
smoked
a
very
short
black
pipe
,
mowing
and
mumbling
all
the
time
,
as
if
she
were
eating
the
stem
.
When
the
pipe
was
smoked
out
,
she
gave
the
child
a
rabbitskin
to
carry
,
that
she
might
appear
the
more
like
her
ordinary
companion
,
and
told
her
that
she
was
now
going
to
lead
her
to
a
public
street
whence
she
could
inquire
her
way
to
her
friends
.
But
she
cautioned
her
,
with
threats
of
summary
and
deadly
vengeance
in
case
of
disobedience
,
not
to
talk
to
strangers
,
nor
to
repair
to
her
own
home
(
which
may
have
been
too
near
for
Mrs.
Brown
's
convenience
)
,
but
to
her
father
's
office
in
the
City
;
also
to
wait
at
the
street
corner
where
she
would
be
left
,
until
the
clock
struck
three
.
These
directions
Mrs.
brown
enforced
with
assurances
that
there
would
be
potent
eyes
and
ears
in
her
employment
cognizant
of
all
she
did
;
and
these
directions
Florence
promised
faithfully
and
earnestly
to
observe
.
At
length
,
Mrs.
Brown
,
issuing
forth
,
conducted
her
changed
and
ragged
little
friend
through
a
labyrinth
of
narrow
streets
and
lanes
and
alleys
,
which
emerged
,
after
a
long
time
,
upon
a
stable
yard
,
with
a
gateway
at
the
end
,
whence
the
roar
of
a
great
thoroughfare
made
itself
audible
.
Pointing
out
this
gateway
,
and
informing
Florence
that
when
the
clocks
struck
three
she
was
to
go
to
the
left
,
Mrs.
Brown
,
after
making
a
parting
grasp
at
her
hair
which
seemed
involuntary
and
quite
beyond
her
own
control
,
told
her
she
knew
what
to
do
,
and
bade
her
go
and
do
it
:
remembering
that
she
was
watched
.
With
a
lighter
heart
,
but
still
sore
afraid
,
Florence
felt
herself
released
,
and
tripped
off
to
the
corner
.
When
she
reached
it
,
she
looked
back
and
saw
the
head
of
Good
Mrs.
Brown
peeping
out
of
the
low
wooden
passage
,
where
she
had
issued
her
parting
injunctions
;
likewise
the
first
of
Good
Mrs.
Brown
shaking
towards
her
.
But
though
she
often
looked
back
afterwards
—
every
minute
,
at
least
,
in
her
nervous
recollection
of
the
old
woman
—
she
could
not
see
her
again
.
Florence
remained
there
,
looked
at
the
bustle
in
the
street
,
and
more
and
more
bewildered
by
it
;
and
in
the
meanwhile
the
clocks
appeared
to
have
made
up
their
minds
never
to
strike
three
any
more
.
At
last
the
steeples
rang
out
three
o'clock
;
there
was
one
close
by
,
so
she
could
n't
be
mistaken
;
and
—
after
often
looking
over
her
shoulder
,
and
often
going
a
little
way
,
and
as
often
coming
back
again
,
lest
the
all-powerful
spies
of
Mrs.
Brown
should
take
offence
—
she
hurried
off
,
as
fast
as
she
could
in
her
slipshod
shoes
,
holding
the
rabbit-skin
tight
in
her
hand
.
All
she
knew
of
her
father
's
offices
was
that
they
belonged
to
Dombey
and
Son
,
and
that
that
was
a
great
power
belonging
to
the
City
.
So
she
could
only
ask
the
way
to
Dombey
and
Son
's
in
the
City
;
and
as
she
generally
made
inquiry
of
children
—
being
afraid
to
ask
grown
people
—
she
got
very
little
satisfaction
indeed
.
But
by
dint
of
asking
her
way
to
the
City
after
a
while
,
and
dropping
the
rest
of
her
inquiry
for
the
present
,
she
really
did
advance
,
by
slow
degrees
,
towards
the
heart
of
that
great
region
which
is
governed
by
the
terrible
Lord
Mayor
.
Tired
of
walking
,
repulsed
and
pushed
about
,
stunned
by
the
noise
and
confusion
,
anxious
for
her
brother
and
the
nurses
,
terrified
by
what
she
had
undergone
,
and
the
prospect
of
encountering
her
angry
father
in
such
an
altered
state
;
perplexed
and
frightened
alike
by
what
had
passed
,
and
what
was
passing
,
and
what
was
yet
before
her
;
Florence
went
upon
her
weary
way
with
tearful
eyes
,
and
once
or
twice
could
not
help
stopping
to
ease
her
bursting
heart
by
crying
bitterly
.
But
few
people
noticed
her
at
those
times
,
in
the
garb
she
wore
:
or
if
they
did
,
believed
that
she
was
tutored
to
excite
compassion
,
and
passed
on
.
Florence
,
too
,
called
to
her
aid
all
the
firmness
and
self-reliance
of
a
character
that
her
sad
experience
had
prematurely
formed
and
tried
:
and
keeping
the
end
she
had
in
view
steadily
before
her
,
steadily
pursued
it
.
It
was
full
two
hours
later
in
the
afternoon
than
when
she
had
started
on
this
strange
adventure
,
when
escaping
from
the
clash
and
clangour
of
a
narrow
street
full
of
carts
and
waggons
,
she
peeped
into
a
kind
of
wharf
or
landing-place
upon
the
river-side
,
where
there
were
a
great
many
packages
,
casks
,
and
boxes
,
strewn
about
;
a
large
pair
of
wooden
scales
;
and
a
little
wooden
house
on
wheels
,
outside
of
which
,
looking
at
the
neighbouring
masts
and
boats
,
a
stout
man
stood
whistling
,
with
his
pen
behind
his
ear
,
and
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
as
if
his
day
's
work
were
nearly
done
.
`
Now
then
!
´
said
this
man
,
happening
to
turn
round
.
`
We
have
n't
got
anything
for
you
,
little
girl
.
Be
off
!
´
`
If
you
please
,
is
this
the
City
?
´
asked
the
trembling
daughter
of
the
Dombeys
.
`
Ah
!
It
's
the
City
.
You
know
that
well
enough
,
I
dare
say
.
Be
off
!
We
have
n't
got
anything
for
you
.
´
`
I
do
n't
want
anything
,
thank
you
,
´
was
the
timid
answer
.
`
Except
to
know
the
way
to
Dombey
and
Son
's
.
´
The
man
who
had
been
strolling
carelessly
towards
her
,
seemed
surprised
by
this
reply
,
and
looking
attentively
in
her
face
,
rejoined
:
`
Why
,
what
can
you
want
with
Dombey
and
Son
's
?
´
`
To
know
the
way
there
,
if
you
please
.
´
The
man
looked
at
her
yet
more
curiously
,
and
rubbed
the
back
of
his
head
so
hard
in
his
wonderment
that
he
knocked
his
own
hat
off
.
`
Joe
!
´
he
called
to
another
man
—
a
labourer
—
as
he
picked
it
up
and
put
it
on
again
.
`
Joe
it
is
!
´
said
Joe
.
`
Where
's
that
young
spark
of
Dombey
's
who
's
been
watching
the
shipment
of
them
goods
?
´
`
Just
gone
,
by
t'other
gate
,
´
said
Joe
.
`
Call
him
back
a
minute
.
´
Joe
ran
up
an
archway
,
bawling
as
he
went
,
and
very
soon
returned
with
a
blithe-looking
boy
.
`
You
're
Dombey
's
jockey
,
a
n't
you
?
´
said
the
first
man
.
`
I
'm
in
Dombey
's
House
,
Mr.
Clark
,
´
returned
the
boy
.
`
Look'ye
here
,
then
,
´
said
Mr.
Clark
.
Obedient
to
the
indication
of
Mr.
Clark
's
hand
,
the
boy
approached
towards
Florence
,
wondering
,
as
well
he
might
,
what
he
had
to
do
with
her
.
But
she
,
who
had
heard
what
passed
,
and
who
,
besides
the
relief
of
so
suddenly
considering
herself
safe
at
her
journey
's
end
,
felt
reassured
beyond
all
measure
by
his
lively
youthful
face
and
manner
,
ran
eagerly
up
to
him
,
leaving
one
of
the
slipshod
shoes
upon
the
ground
and
caught
his
hand
in
both
of
hers
.
`
I
am
lost
,
if
you
please
!
´
said
Florence
.
`
Lost
!
´
cried
the
boy
.
`
Yes
,
I
was
lost
this
morning
,
a
long
way
from
here
—
and
I
have
had
my
clothes
taken
away
,
since
—
and
I
am
not
dressed
in
my
own
now
—
and
my
name
is
Florence
Dombey
,
my
little
brother
's
only
sister
—
and
,
oh
dear
,
dear
,
take
care
of
me
,
if
you
please
!
´
sobbed
Florence
,
giving
full
vent
to
the
childish
feelings
she
had
so
long
suppressed
,
and
bursting
into
tears
.
At
the
same
time
her
miserable
bonnet
falling
off
,
her
hair
came
tumbling
down
about
her
face
:
moving
to
speechless
admiration
and
commiseration
,
young
Walter
,
nephew
of
Solomon
Gills
,
Ships
´
Instrument-maker
in
general
.
Mr.
Clark
stood
rapt
in
amazement
:
observing
under
his
breath
,
I
never
saw
such
a
start
on
this
wharf
before
.
Walter
picked
up
the
shoe
,
and
put
it
on
the
little
foot
as
the
Prince
in
the
story
might
have
fitted
Cinderella
's
slipper
on
.
He
hung
the
rabbit-skin
over
his
left
arm
;
gave
the
right
to
Florence
:
and
felt
,
not
to
say
like
Richard
Whittington
—
that
is
a
tame
comparison
—
but
like
Saint
George
of
England
,
with
the
dragon
lying
dead
before
him
.
`
Do
n't
cry
,
Miss
Dombey
,
´
said
Walter
,
in
a
transport
of
enthusiasm
.
`
What
a
wonderful
thing
for
me
that
I
am
here
!
You
are
as
safe
now
as
if
you
were
guarded
by
a
whole
boat
's
crew
of
picked
men
from
a
man-of-war
.
Oh
,
do
n't
cry
.
´
`
I
wo
n't
cry
any
more
,
´
said
Florence
.
`
I
am
only
crying
for
joy
.
´
`
Crying
for
joy
!
´
thought
Walter
,
`
and
I
'm
the
cause
of
it
!
Come
along
,
Miss
Dombey
.
There
's
the
other
shoe
off
now
!
Take
mine
,
Miss
Dombey
.
´
`
No
,
no
,
no
,
´
said
Florence
,
checking
him
in
the
act
of
impetuously
pulling
off
his
own
.
`
These
do
better
.
These
do
very
well
.
´
`
Why
,
to
be
sure
,
´
said
Walter
,
glancing
at
her
foot
,
`
mine
are
a
mile
too
large
.
What
am
I
thinking
about
!
You
never
could
walk
in
mine
!
Come
along
,
Miss
Dombey
.
Let
me
see
the
villain
who
will
dare
molest
you
now
.
´
So
Walter
,
looking
immensely
fierce
,
led
off
Florence
,
looking
very
happy
;
and
they
went
arm-in-arm
along
the
streets
,
perfectly
indifferent
to
any
astonishment
that
their
appearance
might
or
did
excite
by
the
way
.
It
was
growing
dark
and
foggy
,
and
beginning
to
rain
too
;
but
they
cared
nothing
for
this
:
being
both
wholly
absorbed
in
the
late
adventures
of
Florence
,
which
she
related
with
the
innocent
good
faith
and
confidence
of
her
years
,
while
Walter
listened
as
if
,
far
from
the
mud
and
grease
of
Thames
Street
,
they
were
rambling
alone
among
the
broad
leaves
and
tall
trees
of
some
desert
island
in
the
tropics
—
as
he
very
likely
fancied
,
for
the
time
,
they
were
.
`
Have
we
far
to
go
?
´
asked
Florence
at
last
,
lifting
up
her
eyes
to
her
companion
's
face
.
`
Ah
!
By-the-bye
,
´
said
Walter
,
stopping
,
`
let
me
see
;
where
are
we
?
Oh
!
I
know
.
But
the
offices
are
shut
up
now
,
Miss
Dombey
.
There
's
nobody
there
.
Mr.
Dombey
has
gone
home
long
ago
.
I
suppose
we
must
go
home
too
?
or
,
stay
.
Suppose
I
take
you
to
my
uncle
's
,
where
I
live
—
it
's
very
near
here
—
and
go
to
your
house
in
a
coach
to
tell
them
you
are
safe
,
and
bring
you
back
some
clothes
.
Wo
n't
that
be
best
?
´
`
I
think
so
,
´
answered
Florence
.
`
Do
n't
you
?
What
do
you
think
?
´
As
they
stood
deliberating
in
the
street
,
a
man
passed
them
,
who
glanced
quickly
at
Walter
as
he
went
by
,
as
if
he
recognised
him
;
but
seeming
to
correct
that
first
impression
,
he
passed
on
without
stopping
.
`
Why
,
I
think
it
's
Mr.
Carker
,
´
said
Walter
.
`
Carker
in
our
House
.
Not
Carker
our
manager
,
Miss
Dombey
—
the
other
Carker
;
the
junior
—
Halloa
!
Mr.
Carker
!
´
`
Is
that
Walter
Gay
?
´
said
the
other
,
stopping
and
returning
.
`
I
could
n't
believe
it
,
with
such
a
strange
companion
.
´
As
he
stood
near
a
lamp
,
listening
with
surprise
to
Walter
's
hurried
explanation
,
he
presented
a
remarkable
contrast
to
the
two
youthful
figures
arm-in-arm
before
him
.
He
was
not
old
,
but
his
hair
was
white
;
his
body
was
bent
,
or
bowed
as
if
by
the
weight
of
some
great
trouble
:
and
there
were
deep
lines
in
his
worn
and
melancholy
face
.
The
fire
of
his
eyes
,
the
expression
of
his
features
,
the
very
voice
in
which
he
spoke
,
were
all
subdued
and
quenched
,
as
if
the
spirit
within
him
lay
in
ashes
.
He
was
respectably
,
though
very
plainly
dressed
,
in
black
;
but
his
clothes
,
moulded
to
the
general
character
of
his
figure
,
seemed
to
shrink
and
abase
themselves
upon
him
,
and
to
join
in
the
sorrowful
solicitation
which
the
whole
man
from
head
to
foot
expressed
,
to
be
left
unnoticed
,
and
alone
in
his
humility
.
And
yet
his
interest
in
youth
and
hopefulness
was
not
extinguished
with
the
other
embers
of
his
soul
,
for
he
watched
the
boy
's
earnest
countenance
as
he
spoke
with
unusual
sympathy
,
though
with
an
inexplicable
show
of
trouble
and
compassion
,
which
escaped
into
his
looks
,
however
hard
he
strove
to
hold
it
prisoner
.
When
Walter
,
in
conclusion
,
put
to
him
the
question
he
had
put
to
Florence
,
he
still
stood
glancing
at
him
with
the
same
expression
,
as
if
he
had
read
some
fate
upon
his
face
,
mournfully
at
variance
with
its
present
brightness
.
`
What
do
you
advise
,
Mr.
Carker
?
´
said
Walter
,
smiling
.
`
You
always
give
me
good
advice
,
you
know
,
when
you
do
speak
to
me
.
That
's
not
often
,
though
.
´
`
I
think
your
own
idea
is
the
best
,
´
he
answered
:
looking
from
Florence
to
Walter
,
and
back
again
.
`
Mr.
Carker
,
´
said
Walter
,
brightening
with
a
generous
thought
,
`
Come
!
Here
's
chance
for
you
.
Go
you
to
Mr.
Dombey
's
and
be
the
messenger
of
good
news
.
It
may
do
you
some
good
,
Sir
.
I
'll
remain
at
home
.
You
shall
go
.
´
`
I
!
´
returned
the
other
.
`
Yes
.
Why
not
,
Mr.
Carker
?
´
said
the
boy
.
He
merely
shook
him
by
the
hand
in
answer
;
he
seemed
in
a
manner
ashamed
and
afraid
even
to
do
that
;
and
bidding
him
good
night
,
and
advising
him
to
make
haste
,
turned
away
.
`
Come
,
Miss
Dombey
,
´
said
Walter
,
looking
after
him
as
they
turned
away
also
,
`
we
'll
go
to
my
uncle
's
as
quick
as
we
can
.
Did
you
ever
hear
Mr.
Dombey
speak
of
Mr.
Carker
the
junior
,
Miss
Florence
?
´
`
No
,
´
returned
the
child
,
mildly
,
`
I
do
n't
often
hear
papa
speak
.
´
`
Ah
!
true
!
more
shame
for
him
,
´
thought
Walter
.
After
a
minute
's
pause
,
during
which
he
had
been
looking
down
upon
the
gentle
patient
little
face
moving
on
at
his
side
,
he
bestirred
himself
with
his
accustomed
boyish
animation
and
restlessness
to
change
the
subject
;
and
one
of
the
unfortunate
shoes
coming
off
again
opportunely
,
proposed
to
carry
Florence
to
his
uncle
's
in
his
arms
.
Florence
,
though
very
tired
,
laughingly
declined
the
proposal
,
lest
he
should
let
her
fall
;
and
as
they
were
already
near
the
wooden
midshipman
,
and
as
Walter
went
on
to
cite
various
precedents
,
from
shipwrecks
and
other
moving
accidents
,
where
younger
boys
than
he
had
triumphantly
rescued
and
carried
off
older
girls
than
Florence
,
they
were
still
in
full
conversation
about
it
when
they
arrived
at
the
instrument-maker
's
door
.
`
Holloa
,
Uncle
Sol
!
´
cried
Walter
,
bursting
into
the
shop
,
and
speaking
incoherently
and
out
of
breath
,
from
that
time
forth
,
for
the
rest
of
the
evening
.
`
Here
's
a
wonderful
adventure
!
Here
's
Mr.
Dombey
's
daughter
lost
in
the
streets
,
and
robbed
of
her
clothes
by
an
old
witch
of
a
woman
—
found
by
me
—
brought
home
to
our
parlour
to
rest
—
look
here
!
´
`
Good
Heaven
!
´
said
Uncle
Sol
,
starting
back
against
his
favourite
compass-case
.
`
It
ca
n't
be
!
Well
,
I
—
´
`
No
,
nor
anybody
else
,
´
said
Walter
,
anticipating
the
rest
.
`
Nobody
would
,
nobody
could
,
you
know
.
Here
!
just
help
me
lift
the
little
sofa
near
the
fire
,
will
you
,
Uncle
Sol
—
take
care
of
the
plates
—
cut
some
dinner
for
her
,
will
you
,
uncle
—
throw
those
shoes
under
the
grate
.
Miss
Florence
—
put
your
feet
on
the
fender
to
dry
—
how
damp
they
are
—
here
's
an
adventure
,
uncle
,
eh
?
—
God
bless
my
soul
,
how
hot
I
am
!
´
Solomon
Gills
was
quite
as
hot
,
by
sympathy
,
and
in
excessive
bewilderment
.
He
patted
Florence
's
head
,
pressed
her
to
eat
,
pressed
her
to
drink
,
rubbed
the
soles
of
her
feet
with
his
pocket-handkerchief
heated
at
the
fire
,
followed
his
locomotive
nephew
with
his
eyes
,
and
ears
,
and
had
no
clear
perception
of
anything
except
that
he
was
being
constantly
knocked
against
and
tumbled
over
by
that
excited
young
gentleman
,
as
he
darted
about
the
room
attempting
to
accomplish
twenty
things
at
once
,
and
doing
nothing
at
all
.
`
Here
,
wait
a
minute
,
uncle
,
´
he
continued
,
catching
up
a
candle
,
`
till
I
run
up
stairs
,
and
get
another
jacket
on
,
and
then
I
'll
be
off
.
I
say
,
uncle
,
is
n't
this
an
adventure
?
´
`
My
dear
boy
,
´
said
Solomon
,
who
,
with
his
spectacles
on
his
forehead
and
the
great
chronometer
in
his
pocket
,
was
incessantly
oscillating
between
Florence
on
the
sofa
and
his
nephew
in
all
parts
of
the
parlour
,
`
it
's
the
most
extraordinary
—
´
`
No
,
but
do
,
uncle
,
please
—
do
,
Miss
Florence
—
dinner
,
you
know
,
uncle
.
´
`
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
,
´
cried
Solomon
,
cutting
instantly
into
a
leg
of
mutton
,
as
if
he
were
catering
for
a
giant
.
`
I
'll
take
care
of
her
,
Wally
!
I
understand
.
Pretty
dear
!
Famished
,
of
course
.
You
go
and
get
ready
.
Lord
bless
me
!
Sir
Richard
Whittington
thrice
Lord
Mayor
of
London
.
´
Walter
was
not
very
long
in
mounting
to
his
lofty
garret
and
descending
from
it
,
but
in
the
meantime
Florence
,
overcome
by
fatigue
,
had
sunk
into
a
doze
before
the
fire
.
The
short
interval
of
quiet
,
though
only
a
few
minutes
in
duration
,
enabled
Solomon
gills
so
far
to
collect
his
wits
as
to
make
some
little
arrangements
for
her
comfort
,
and
to
darken
the
room
,
and
to
screen
her
from
the
blaze
.
Thus
,
when
the
boy
returned
,
she
was
sleeping
peacefully
.
`
That
's
capital
!
´
he
whispered
,
giving
Solomon
such
a
hug
that
it
squeezed
a
new
expression
into
his
face
.
`
Now
I
'm
off
.
I
'll
just
take
a
crust
of
bread
with
me
,
for
I
'm
very
hungry
—
and
—
do
n't
wake
her
,
Uncle
Sol
.
´
`
No
,
no
,
´
said
Solomon
.
Pretty
child
.
´
`
Pretty
,
indeed
!
´
cried
Walter
.
`
I
never
saw
such
a
face
,
Uncle
Sol
.
Now
I
'm
off
.
´
`
That
's
right
,
´
said
Solomon
,
greatly
relieved
.
`
I
say
,
Uncle
Sol
,
´
cried
Walter
,
putting
his
face
in
at
the
door
.
`
Here
he
is
again
,
´
said
Solomon
.
`
How
does
she
look
now
?
´
`
Quite
happy
,
´
said
Solomon
.
`
That
's
famous
!
now
I
'm
off
.
´
`
I
hope
you
are
,
´
said
Solomon
to
himself
.
`
I
say
,
Uncle
Sol
,
´
cried
Walter
,
reappearing
at
the
door
.
`
Here
he
is
again
!
´
said
Solomon
.
`
We
met
Mr.
Carker
the
junior
in
the
street
,
queerer
than
ever
.
He
bade
me
good-bye
,
but
came
behind
us
here
—
there
's
an
odd
thing
!
—
for
when
we
reached
the
shop
door
,
I
looked
round
,
and
saw
him
going
quietly
away
,
like
a
servant
who
had
seen
me
home
,
or
a
faithful
dog
.
How
does
she
look
now
,
uncle
?
´
`
Pretty
much
the
same
as
before
,
Wally
,
´
replied
Uncle
Sol
.
`
That
's
right
.
Now
I
am
off
!
´
And
this
time
he
really
was
:
and
Solomon
Gills
,
with
no
appetite
for
dinner
,
sat
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
fire
,
watching
Florence
in
her
slumber
,
building
a
great
many
airy
castles
of
the
most
fantastic
architecture
;
and
looking
,
in
the
dim
shade
,
and
in
the
close
vicinity
of
all
the
instruments
,
like
a
magician
disguised
in
a
Welsh
wig
and
a
suit
of
coffee
colour
,
who
held
the
child
in
an
enchanted
sleep
.
In
the
meantime
,
Walter
proceeded
towards
Mr.
Dombey
's
house
at
a
pace
seldom
achieved
by
a
hack
horse
from
the
stand
;
and
yet
with
his
head
out
of
window
every
two
or
three
minutes
,
in
impatient
remonstrance
with
the
driver
.
Arriving
at
his
journey
's
end
,
he
leaped
out
,
and
breathlessly
announcing
his
errand
to
the
servant
,
followed
him
straight
into
the
library
,
where
there
was
a
great
confusion
of
tongues
,
and
where
Mr.
Dombey
,
his
sister
,
and
Miss
Tox
,
Richards
,
and
Nipper
,
were
all
congregated
together
.
`
Oh
!
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Sir
,
´
said
Walter
,
rushing
up
to
him
,
`
but
I
'm
happy
to
say
it
's
all
right
,
Sir
.
Miss
Dombey
's
found
!
´
The
boy
with
his
open
face
,
and
flowing
hair
,
and
sparkling
eyes
,
panting
with
pleasure
and
excitement
,
was
wonderfully
opposed
to
Mr.
Dombey
,
as
he
sat
confronting
him
in
his
library
chair
.
`
I
told
you
,
Louisa
,
that
she
would
certainly
be
found
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
looking
slightly
over
his
shoulder
at
that
lady
,
who
wept
in
company
with
Miss
Tox
.
`
Let
the
servants
know
that
no
further
steps
are
necessary
.
This
boy
who
brings
the
information
,
is
young
Gay
,
from
the
office
.
How
was
my
daughter
found
,
Sir
?
I
know
how
she
was
lost
.
´
Here
he
looked
majestically
at
Richards
.
`
But
how
was
she
found
?
Who
found
her
?
´
`
Why
,
I
believe
I
found
Miss
dombey
,
Sir
,
´
said
Walter
modestly
;
`
at
least
I
do
n't
know
that
I
can
claim
the
merit
of
having
exactly
found
her
,
Sir
,
but
I
was
the
fortunate
instrument
of
—
´
`
What
do
you
mean
,
Sir
,
´
interrupted
Mr.
Dombey
,
regarding
the
boy
's
evident
pride
and
pleasure
in
his
share
of
the
transaction
with
an
instinctive
dislike
,
`
by
not
having
exactly
found
my
daughter
,
and
by
being
a
fortunate
instrument
?
Be
plain
and
coherent
,
if
you
please
.
´
It
was
quite
out
of
Walter
's
power
to
be
coherent
;
but
he
rendered
himself
as
explanatory
as
he
could
,
in
his
breathless
state
,
and
stated
why
he
had
come
alone
.
`
You
hear
this
,
girl
?
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
sternly
to
the
black-eyed
.
`
Take
what
is
necessary
,
and
return
immediately
with
this
young
man
to
fetch
Miss
Florence
home
.
Gay
,
you
will
be
rewarded
to-morrow
.
´
`
Oh
!
thank
you
,
Sir
,
´
said
Walter
.
`
You
are
very
kind
.
I
'm
sure
I
was
not
thinking
of
any
reward
,
Sir
.
´
`
You
are
a
boy
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
suddenly
and
almost
fiercely
;
`
and
what
you
think
of
,
or
affect
to
think
of
,
is
of
little
consequence
.
You
have
done
well
,
Sir
.
Do
n't
undo
it
.
Louisa
,
please
to
give
the
lad
some
wine
.
´
Mr.
Dombey
's
glance
followed
Walter
Gay
with
sharp
disfavour
,
as
he
left
the
room
under
the
pilotage
of
Mrs.
Chick
;
and
it
may
be
that
his
mind
's
eye
followed
him
with
no
greater
relish
,
as
he
rode
back
to
his
uncle
's
with
Miss
Susan
Nipper
.
There
they
found
that
Florence
,
much
refreshed
by
sleep
