.But
here
—
and
now
!
'
—
`
Oh
thank
you
,
thank
you
,
Walter
!
Forgive
my
having
wronged
you
so
much
.
I
had
no
one
to
advise
me
.
I
am
quite
alone
.
´
`
Florence
!
´
said
Walter
,
passionately
.
`
I
am
hurried
on
to
say
,
what
I
thought
,
but
a
few
moments
ago
,
nothing
could
have
forced
from
my
lips
.
If
I
had
been
prosperous
;
if
I
had
any
means
or
hope
of
being
one
day
able
to
restore
you
to
a
station
near
your
own
;
I
would
have
told
you
that
there
was
one
name
you
might
bestow
upon
me
—
a
right
above
all
others
,
to
protect
and
cherish
you
—
that
I
was
worthy
of
in
nothing
but
the
love
and
honour
that
I
bore
you
,
and
in
my
whole
heart
being
yours
.
I
would
have
told
you
that
it
was
the
only
claim
that
you
could
give
me
to
defend
and
guard
you
,
which
I
dare
accept
and
dare
assert
;
but
that
if
I
had
that
right
,
I
would
regard
it
as
a
trust
so
precious
and
so
priceless
,
that
the
undivided
truth
and
fervour
of
my
life
would
poorly
acknowledge
its
worth
.
´
The
head
was
still
bent
down
,
the
tears
still
falling
,
and
the
bosom
swelling
with
its
sobs
.
`
Dear
Florence
!
Dearest
Florence
!
whom
I
called
so
in
my
thoughts
before
I
could
consider
how
presumptuous
and
wild
it
was
.
One
last
time
let
me
call
you
by
your
own
dear
name
,
and
touch
this
gentle
hand
in
token
of
your
sisterly
forgetfulness
of
what
I
have
said
.
´
She
raised
her
head
,
and
spoke
to
him
with
such
a
solemn
sweetness
in
her
eyes
;
with
such
a
calm
,
bright
,
placid
smile
shining
on
him
through
her
tears
;
with
such
a
low
,
soft
tremble
in
her
frame
and
voice
;
that
the
innermost
chords
of
his
heart
were
touched
,
and
his
sight
was
dim
as
he
listened
.
`
No
,
Walter
,
I
cannot
forget
it
.
I
would
not
forget
it
,
for
the
world
.
Are
you
—
are
you
very
poor
?
´
`
I
am
but
a
wanderer
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
making
voyages
to
live
across
the
sea
.
That
is
my
calling
now
.
´
`
Are
you
soon
going
away
again
,
Walter
?
´
`
Very
soon
.
´
She
sat
looking
at
him
for
a
moment
;
then
timidly
put
her
trembling
hand
in
his
.
`
If
you
will
take
me
for
your
wife
,
Walter
,
I
will
love
you
dearly
.
If
you
will
let
me
go
with
you
,
Walter
,
I
will
go
to
the
world
's
end
without
fear
.
I
can
give
up
nothing
for
you
—
I
have
nothing
to
resign
,
and
no
one
to
forsake
;
but
all
my
love
and
life
shall
be
devoted
to
you
,
and
with
my
last
breath
I
will
breathe
your
name
to
God
if
I
have
sense
and
memory
left
.
´
He
caught
her
to
his
heart
,
and
laid
her
cheek
against
his
own
,
and
now
,
no
more
repulsed
,
no
more
forlorn
,
she
wept
indeed
,
upon
the
breast
of
her
dear
lover
.
Blessed
Sunday
Bells
,
ringing
so
tranquilly
in
their
entranced
and
happy
ears
!
Blessed
Sunday
peace
and
quiet
,
harmonising
with
the
calmness
in
their
souls
,
and
making
holy
air
around
them
!
Blessed
twilight
stealing
on
,
and
shading
her
so
soothingly
and
gravely
,
as
she
falls
asleep
,
like
a
hushed
child
,
upon
the
bosom
she
has
clung
to
!
Oh
load
of
love
and
trustfulness
that
lies
so
lightly
there
!
Aye
,
look
down
on
the
closed
eyes
,
Walter
,
with
a
proudly
tender
gaze
;
for
in
all
the
wide
wide
world
they
seek
but
thee
now
—
only
thee
!
The
Captain
remained
in
the
little
parlour
until
it
was
quite
dark
.
He
took
the
chair
on
which
Walter
had
been
sitting
,
and
looked
up
at
the
skylight
,
until
the
day
,
by
little
and
little
,
faded
away
,
and
the
stars
peeped
down
.
He
lighted
a
candle
,
lighted
a
pipe
,
smoked
it
out
,
and
wondered
what
on
earth
was
going
on
up
stairs
,
and
why
they
did
n't
call
him
to
tea
.
Florence
came
to
his
side
while
he
was
in
the
height
of
his
wonderment
.
`
Aye
!
lady
lass
!
´
cried
the
Captain
.
`
Why
,
you
and
Wal'r
have
had
a
long
spell
o
'
talk
,
my
beauty
.
´
Florence
put
her
little
hand
round
one
of
the
great
buttons
of
his
coat
,
and
said
,
looking
down
into
his
face
:
`
Dear
Captain
,
I
want
to
tell
you
something
,
if
you
please
.
´
The
Captain
raised
his
head
pretty
smartly
,
to
hear
what
it
was
.
Catching
by
this
means
a
more
distinct
view
of
Florence
,
he
pushed
back
his
chair
,
and
himself
with
it
as
far
as
they
could
go
.
`
What
!
Heart
's
Delight
!
´
cried
the
Captain
,
suddenly
elated
.
`
Is
it
that
?
´
`
Yes
!
´
said
Florence
,
eagerly
.
`
Wal'r
!
Husband
!
that
?
´
roared
the
Captain
,
tossing
up
his
glazed
hat
into
the
skylight
.
`
Yes
!
´
cried
Florence
,
laughing
and
crying
together
.
The
Captain
immediately
hugged
her
;
and
then
,
picking
up
the
glazed
hat
and
putting
it
on
,
drew
her
arm
through
his
,
and
conducted
her
up
stairs
again
;
where
he
felt
that
the
great
joke
of
his
life
was
now
to
be
made
.
`
What
,
Wal'r
my
lad
!
´
said
the
Captain
,
looking
in
at
the
door
,
with
his
face
like
an
amiable
warming-pan
.
`
So
there
ai
n't
no
other
character
,
ai
n't
there
?
´
He
had
like
to
have
suffocated
himself
with
this
pleasantry
,
which
he
repeated
at
least
forty
times
during
tea
;
polishing
his
radiant
face
with
the
sleeve
of
his
coat
,
and
dabbing
his
head
all
over
with
his
pocket-handkerchief
,
in
the
intervals
.
But
he
was
not
without
a
graver
source
of
enjoyment
to
fall
back
upon
,
when
so
disposed
,
for
he
was
repeatedly
heard
to
say
in
an
under
tone
,
as
he
looked
with
ineffable
delight
at
Walter
and
Florence
:
`
Ed'ard
Cuttle
,
my
lad
,
you
never
shaped
a
better
course
in
your
life
,
than
when
you
made
that
there
little
property
over
,
jintly
!
´
CHAPTER
LI
Mr.
Dombey
and
the
World
WHAT
is
the
proud
man
doing
,
while
the
days
go
by
?
Does
he
ever
think
of
his
daughter
,
or
wonder
where
she
is
gone
?
Does
he
suppose
she
has
come
home
,
and
is
leading
her
old
life
in
the
weary
house
?
No
one
can
answer
for
him
.
He
has
never
utter
her
name
,
since
.
His
household
dread
him
too
much
to
approach
a
subject
on
which
he
is
resolutely
dumb
;
and
the
only
person
who
dares
question
him
,
he
silences
immediately
.
`
My
dear
Paul
!
´
murmurs
his
sister
,
sidling
into
the
room
,
on
the
day
of
Florence
's
departure
,
`
your
wife
!
that
upstart
woman
!
Is
it
possible
that
what
I
hear
confusedly
,
is
true
,
and
that
this
is
her
return
for
your
unparalleled
devotion
to
her
;
extending
,
I
am
sure
,
even
to
the
sacrifice
of
your
own
relations
,
to
her
caprices
and
haughtiness
?
My
poor
brother
!
´
With
this
speech
,
feelingly
reminiscent
of
her
not
having
been
asked
to
dinner
on
the
day
of
the
first
party
,
Mrs.
Chick
makes
great
use
of
her
pocket-handkerchief
,
and
falls
on
Mr.
Dombey
's
neck
.
But
Mr.
Dombey
frigidly
lifts
her
off
,
and
hands
her
to
a
chair
.
`
I
thank
you
,
Louisa
,
´
he
says
,
`
for
this
mark
of
your
affection
;
but
desire
that
our
conversation
may
refer
to
any
other
subject
.
When
I
bewail
my
fate
,
Louisa
,
or
express
myself
as
being
in
want
of
consolation
,
you
can
offer
it
,
if
you
will
have
the
goodness
.
´
`
My
dear
Paul
,
´
rejoins
his
sister
,
with
her
handkerchief
to
her
face
,
and
shaking
her
head
,
`
I
know
your
great
spirit
,
and
will
say
no
more
upon
a
theme
so
painful
and
revolting
;
´
on
the
heads
of
which
two
adjectives
,
Mrs.
Chick
visits
scathing
indignation
;
`
but
pray
let
me
ask
you
—
though
I
dread
to
hear
something
that
will
shock
and
distress
me
—
that
unfortunate
child
Florence
—
´
`
Louisa
!
´
says
her
brother
,
sternly
,
`
silence
.
Not
another
word
of
this
!
´
Mrs.
Chick
can
only
shake
her
head
,
and
use
her
handkerchief
,
and
moan
over
degenerate
Dombeys
,
who
are
no
Dombeys
.
But
whether
Florence
has
been
inculpated
in
the
flight
of
Edith
,
or
has
followed
her
,
or
has
done
too
much
,
or
too
little
,
or
anything
,
or
nothing
,
she
has
not
the
least
idea
.
He
goes
on
,
without
deviation
,
keeping
his
thoughts
and
feelings
close
within
his
own
breast
,
and
imparting
them
to
no
one
.
He
makes
no
search
for
his
daughter
.
He
may
think
that
she
is
with
his
sister
,
or
that
she
is
under
his
own
roof
.
He
may
think
of
her
constantly
,
or
he
may
never
think
about
her
.
It
is
all
one
for
any
sign
he
makes
.
But
this
is
sure
;
he
does
not
think
that
he
has
lost
her
.
He
has
no
suspicion
of
the
truth
.
He
has
lived
too
long
shut
up
in
his
towering
supremacy
,
seeing
her
,
a
patient
gentle
creature
,
in
the
path
below
it
,
to
have
any
fear
of
that
.
Shaken
as
he
is
by
his
disgrace
,
he
is
not
yet
humbled
to
the
level
earth
.
The
root
is
broad
and
deep
,
and
in
the
course
of
years
its
fibres
have
spread
out
and
gathered
nourishment
from
everything
around
it
.
The
tree
is
struck
,
but
not
down
.
Though
he
hide
the
world
within
him
from
the
world
without
—
which
he
believes
has
but
one
purpose
for
the
time
,
and
that
,
to
watch
him
eagerly
wherever
he
goes
—
he
cannot
hide
those
rebel
traces
of
it
,
which
escape
in
hollow
eyes
and
cheeks
,
a
haggard
forehead
,
and
a
moody
,
brooding
air
.
Impenetrable
as
before
,
he
is
still
an
altered
man
:
and
,
proud
as
ever
,
he
is
humbled
,
or
those
marks
would
not
be
there
.
The
world
.
What
the
world
thinks
of
him
,
how
it
looks
at
him
,
what
it
sees
in
him
,
and
what
it
says
—
this
is
the
haunting
demon
of
his
mind
.
It
is
everywhere
where
he
is
;
and
,
worse
than
that
,
it
is
everywhere
where
he
is
not
.
It
comes
out
with
him
among
his
servants
,
and
yet
he
leaves
it
whispering
behind
;
he
sees
it
pointing
after
him
in
the
street
;
it
is
waiting
for
him
in
his
counting-house
;
it
leers
over
the
shoulders
of
rich
men
among
the
merchants
;
it
goes
beckoning
and
babbling
among
the
crowd
;
it
always
anticipates
him
,
in
every
place
;
and
is
always
busiest
,
he
knows
,
when
he
has
gone
away
.
When
he
is
shut
up
in
his
room
at
night
,
it
is
in
his
house
,
outside
it
,
audible
in
footsteps
on
the
pavement
,
visible
in
print
upon
the
table
,
steaming
to
and
fro
on
railroads
and
in
ships
:
restless
and
busy
everywhere
,
with
nothing
else
but
him
.
It
is
not
a
phantom
of
his
imagination
.
It
is
as
active
in
other
people
's
minds
as
in
his
.
Witness
Cousin
Feenix
,
who
comes
from
Baden-Baden
,
purposely
to
talk
to
him
.
Witness
Major
Bagstock
,
who
accompanies
Cousin
Feenix
on
that
friendly
mission
.
Mr.
Dombey
receives
them
with
his
usual
dignity
,
and
stands
erect
,
in
his
old
attitude
,
before
the
fire
.
He
feels
that
the
world
is
looking
at
him
out
of
their
eyes
.
That
it
is
in
the
stare
of
the
pictures
.
That
Mr.
Pitt
,
upon
the
bookcase
,
represents
it
.
That
there
are
eyes
in
its
own
map
,
hanging
on
the
wall
.
`
An
unusually
cold
spring
,
´
says
Mr.
Dombey
—
to
deceive
the
world
.
`
Damme
,
Sir
,
´
says
the
Major
,
in
the
warmth
of
friendship
,
`
Joseph
Bagstock
is
a
bad
hand
at
a
counterfeit
.
If
you
want
to
hold
your
friends
off
,
Dombey
,
and
to
give
them
the
cold
shoulder
,
J.B.
is
not
the
man
for
your
purpose
.
Joe
is
rough
and
tough
,
Sir
;
blunt
,
Sir
,
blunt
,
is
Joe
.
His
Royal
Highness
the
late
Duke
of
York
did
me
the
honour
to
say
,
deservedly
or
undeservedly
—
never
mind
that
—
“
If
there
is
a
man
in
the
service
on
whom
I
can
depend
for
coming
to
the
point
,
that
man
is
Joe
—
Joe
Bagstock
.
”
´
Mr.
Dombey
intimates
his
acquiescence
.
`
Now
,
Dombey
,
´
says
the
Major
,
`
I
am
a
man
of
the
world
.
Our
friend
Feenix
—
if
I
may
presume
to
—
´
`
Honoured
,
I
am
sure
,
´
says
Cousin
Feenix
.
`
—
is
,
´
proceeds
the
Major
,
with
a
wag
of
his
head
,
`
also
a
man
of
the
world
,
Dombey
,
you
are
a
man
of
the
world
.
Now
,
when
three
men
of
the
world
meet
together
,
and
are
friends
—
as
I
believe
'
—
again
appealing
to
Cousin
Feenix
.
`
I
am
sure
,
´
says
Cousin
Feenix
,
`
most
friendly
.
´
`
—
and
are
friends
,
'
resumes
the
Major
,
`
Old
Joe
's
opinion
is
(
J
.
may
be
wrong
)
,
that
the
opinion
of
the
world
on
any
particular
subject
,
is
very
easily
got
at
.
´
`
Undoubtedly
,
´
says
Cousin
Feenix
.
`
In
point
of
fact
,
it
's
quite
a
self-evident
sort
of
thing
.
I
am
extremely
anxious
,
Major
,
that
my
friend
Dombey
should
hear
me
express
my
very
great
astonishment
and
regret
,
that
my
lovely
and
accomplished
relative
,
who
was
possessed
of
every
qualification
to
make
a
man
happy
,
should
have
so
far
forgotten
what
was
due
to
—
in
point
of
fact
,
to
the
world
—
as
to
commit
herself
in
such
a
very
extraordinary
manner
.
I
have
been
in
a
devilish
state
of
depression
ever
since
;
and
said
indeed
to
Long
Saxby
last
night
—
man
of
six
foot
ten
,
with
whom
my
friend
Dombey
is
probably
acquainted
—
that
it
had
upset
me
in
a
confounded
way
,
and
made
me
bilious
.
It
induces
a
man
to
reflect
,
this
kind
of
fatal
catastrophe
,
´
says
Cousin
Feenix
,
`
that
events
do
occur
in
quite
a
providential
manner
;
for
if
my
Aunt
had
been
living
at
the
time
,
I
think
the
effect
upon
a
devilish
lively
woman
like
herself
,
would
have
been
prostration
,
and
that
she
would
have
fallen
,
in
point
of
fact
,
a
victim
.
´
`
Now
,
Dombey
!
—
'
says
the
Major
,
resuming
his
discourse
with
great
energy
.
`
I
beg
your
pardon
,
´
interposes
Cousin
Feenix
.
`
Allow
me
another
word
.
My
friend
Dombey
will
permit
me
to
say
,
that
if
any
circumstance
could
have
added
to
the
most
infernal
state
of
pain
in
which
I
find
myself
on
this
occasion
,
it
would
be
the
natural
amazement
of
the
world
at
my
lovely
and
accomplished
relative
(
as
I
must
still
beg
leave
to
call
her
)
being
supposed
to
have
so
committed
herself
with
a
person
—
man
with
white
teeth
,
in
point
of
fact
—
of
very
inferior
station
to
her
husband
.
But
while
I
must
,
rather
peremptorily
,
request
my
friend
Dombey
not
to
criminate
my
lovely
and
accomplished
relative
until
her
criminality
is
perfectly
established
,
I
beg
to
assure
my
friend
Dombey
that
the
family
I
represent
,
and
which
is
now
almost
extinct
(
devilish
sad
reflection
for
a
man
)
,
will
interpose
no
obstacle
in
his
way
,
and
will
be
happy
to
assent
to
any
honourable
course
of
proceeding
,
with
a
view
to
the
future
,
that
he
may
point
out
.
I
trust
my
friend
Dombey
will
give
me
credit
for
the
intentions
by
which
I
am
animated
in
this
very
melancholy
affair
,
and
—
a
—
in
point
of
fact
,
I
am
not
aware
that
I
need
trouble
my
friend
Dombey
with
any
further
observations
.
´
Mr.
Dombey
bows
,
without
raising
his
eyes
,
and
is
silent
.
`
Now
,
Dombey
,
´
says
the
Major
`
our
friend
Feenix
having
,
with
an
amount
of
eloquence
that
Old
Joe
B
.
Has
never
heard
surpassed
—
no
,
by
the
Lord
,
Sir
!
never
!
'
—
says
the
Major
,
very
blue
,
indeed
,
and
grasping
his
cane
in
the
middle
—
`
stated
the
case
as
regards
the
lady
,
I
shall
presume
upon
our
friendship
,
Dombey
,
to
offer
a
word
on
another
aspect
of
it
.
Sir
,
´
says
the
Major
,
with
the
horse
's
cough
,
`
the
world
in
these
things
has
opinions
,
which
must
be
satisfied
.
´
`
I
know
it
,
´
rejoins
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Of
course
you
know
it
,
Dombey
,
´
says
the
Major
.
`
Damme
,
Sir
,
I
know
you
know
it
.
A
man
of
your
calibre
is
not
likely
to
be
ignorant
of
it
.
´
`
I
hope
not
,
´
replies
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Dombey
!
´
says
the
Major
,
`
you
will
guess
the
rest
.
I
speak
out
—
prematurely
,
perhaps
—
because
the
Bagstock
breed
have
always
spoken
out
.
Little
,
Sir
,
have
they
ever
got
by
doing
it
;
but
it
's
in
the
Bagstock
blood
.
A
shot
is
to
be
taken
at
this
man
.
You
have
J.B.
at
your
elbow
.
He
claims
the
name
of
friend
.
God
bless
you
!
´
`
Major
,
´
returns
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
I
am
obliged
.
I
shall
put
myself
in
your
hands
when
the
time
comes
.
The
time
not
being
come
,
I
have
forborne
to
speak
to
you
.
´
`
Where
is
the
fellow
,
Dombey
?
´
inquires
the
Major
,
after
gasping
and
looking
at
him
,
for
a
minute
.
`
I
do
n't
know
.
´
`
Any
intelligence
of
him
?
´
asks
the
Major
.
`
Yes
.
´
`
Dombey
,
I
am
rejoiced
to
hear
it
,
´
says
the
Major
.
`
I
congratulate
you
.
´
`
You
will
excuse
—
even
you
,
Major
,
´
replies
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
my
entering
into
any
further
detail
at
present
.
The
intelligence
is
of
a
singular
kind
,
and
singularly
obtained
.
It
may
turn
out
to
be
valueless
;
it
may
turn
out
to
be
true
;
I
cannot
say
at
present
.
My
explanation
must
stop
here
.
´
Although
this
is
but
a
dry
reply
to
the
Major
's
purple
enthusiasm
,
the
Major
receives
it
graciously
,
and
is
delighted
to
think
that
the
world
has
such
a
fair
prospect
of
soon
receiving
its
due
.
Cousin
Feenix
is
then
presented
with
his
meed
of
acknowledgment
by
the
husband
of
his
lovely
and
accomplished
relative
,
and
Cousin
Feenix
and
Major
Bagstock
retire
,
leaving
that
husband
to
the
world
again
,
and
to
ponder
at
leisure
on
their
representation
of
its
state
of
mind
concerning
his
affairs
,
and
on
its
just
and
reasonable
expectations
.
But
who
sits
in
the
housekeeper
's
room
,
shedding
tears
,
and
talking
to
Mrs.
Pipchin
in
a
low
tone
,
with
uplifted
hands
?
It
is
a
lady
with
her
face
concealed
in
a
very
close
black
bonnet
,
which
appears
not
to
belong
to
her
.
It
is
Miss
Tox
,
who
has
borrowed
this
disguise
from
her
servant
,
and
comes
from
Princess
's
Place
,
thus
secretly
,
to
revive
her
old
acquaintance
with
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
in
order
to
get
certain
information
of
the
state
of
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
How
does
he
bear
it
,
my
dear
creature
?
´
asks
Miss
Tox
.
`
Well
,
´
says
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
in
her
snappish
way
,
`
he
's
pretty
much
as
usual
.
´
`
Externally
,
´
suggests
Miss
Tox
.
`
But
what
he
feels
within
!
´
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
hard
grey
eye
looks
doubtful
as
she
answers
,
in
three
distinct
jerks
,
`
Ah
!
Perhaps
.
I
suppose
so
.
´
`
To
tell
you
my
mind
,
Lucretia
,
´
says
Mrs.
Pipchin
;
she
still
calls
Miss
Tox
Lucretia
,
on
account
of
having
made
her
first
experiments
in
the
child-quelling
line
of
business
on
that
lady
,
when
an
unfortunate
and
weazen
little
girl
of
tender
years
;
`
to
tell
you
my
mind
,
Lucretia
,
I
think
it
's
a
good
riddance
.
I
do
n't
want
any
of
your
brazen
faces
here
,
myself
!
´
`
Brazen
indeed
!
Well
may
you
say
brazen
,
Mrs.
Pipchin
!
´
returns
Miss
Tox
.
`
To
leave
him
!
Such
a
noble
figure
of
a
man
!
´
And
here
Miss
Tox
is
overcome
.
`
I
do
n't
know
about
noble
,
I
'm
sure
,
´
observes
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
irascibly
rubbing
her
nose
.
`
But
I
know
this
—
that
when
people
meet
with
trails
,
they
must
bear
'
em
.
Hoity
,
toity
!
I
have
had
enough
to
bear
myself
,
in
my
time
!
What
a
fuss
there
is
!
She
's
gone
and
well
got
rid
of
.
Nobody
wants
her
back
,
I
should
think
!
´
This
hint
of
the
Peruvian
Mines
,
causes
Miss
Tox
to
rise
to
go
away
;
when
Mrs.
Pipchin
rings
the
bell
for
Towlinson
to
show
her
out
.
Mr.
Towlinson
,
not
having
seen
Miss
Tox
for
ages
,
grins
,
and
hopes
she
's
well
;
observing
that
he
did
n't
know
her
at
first
,
in
that
bonnet
.
`
Pretty
well
,
Towlinson
,
I
thank
you
,
´
says
Miss
Tox
.
`
I
beg
you
'll
have
the
goodness
,
when
you
happen
to
see
me
here
,
not
to
mention
it
.
My
visits
are
merely
to
Mrs.
Pipchin
.
´
`
Very
good
,
Miss
,
´
says
Towlinson
.
`
Shocking
circumstances
occur
,
Towlinson
,
´
says
Miss
Tox
.
`
Very
much
so
indeed
,
Miss
,
´
rejoins
Towlinson
.
`
I
hope
,
Towlinson
,
´
says
Miss
Tox
,
who
,
in
her
instruction
of
the
Toodle
family
,
has
acquired
an
admonitorial
tone
,
and
a
habit
of
improving
passing
occasions
,
`
that
what
has
happened
here
,
will
be
a
warning
to
you
,
Towlinson
.
´
`
Thank
you
,
Miss
,
I
'm
sure
,
´
says
Towlinson
.
He
appears
to
be
falling
into
a
consideration
of
the
manner
in
which
this
warning
ought
to
operate
in
his
particular
case
,
when
the
vinegary
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
suddenly
stirring
him
up
with
a
`
What
are
you
doing
?
Why
do
n't
you
show
the
lady
to
the
door
?
´
he
ushers
Miss
Tox
forth
.
As
she
passes
Mr.
Dombey
's
room
,
she
shrinks
into
the
inmost
depths
of
the
black
bonnet
,
and
walks
on
tip-toe
;
and
there
is
not
another
atom
in
the
world
which
haunts
him
so
,
that
feels
such
sorrow
and
solicitude
about
him
,
as
Miss
Tox
takes
out
under
the
black
bonnet
into
the
street
,
and
tries
to
carry
home
shadowed
from
the
newly-lighted
lamps
.
But
Miss
Tox
is
not
a
part
of
Mr.
Dombey
's
world
.
She
comes
back
every
evening
at
dusk
;
adding
clogs
and
an
umbrella
to
the
bonnet
on
wet
nights
;
and
bears
the
grins
of
Towlinson
,
and
the
huffs
and
rebuffs
of
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
and
all
to
ask
how
he
does
,
and
how
he
bears
his
misfortune
:
but
she
has
nothing
to
do
with
Mr.
Dombey
's
world
.
Exacting
and
harassing
as
ever
,
it
goes
on
without
her
;
and
she
,
a
by
no
means
bright
or
particular
star
,
moves
in
her
little
orbit
in
the
corner
of
another
system
,
and
knows
it
quite
well
,
and
comes
,
and
cries
,
and
goes
away
,
and
is
satisfied
.
Verily
Miss
Tox
is
easier
of
satisfaction
than
the
world
that
troubles
Mr.
Dombey
so
much
!
At
the
Counting
House
,
the
clerks
discuss
the
great
disaster
in
all
its
lights
and
shades
,
but
chiefly
wonder
who
will
get
Mr.
Carker
's
place
.
They
are
generally
of
opinion
that
it
will
be
shorn
of
some
of
its
emoluments
,
and
made
uncomfortable
by
newly-devised
checks
and
restriction
;
and
those
who
are
beyond
all
hope
of
it
,
are
quite
sure
they
would
rather
not
have
it
,
and
do
n't
at
all
envy
the
person
for
whom
it
may
prove
to
be
reserved
.
Nothing
like
the
prevailing
sensation
has
existed
in
the
Counting
House
since
Mr.
Dombey
's
little
son
died
;
but
all
such
excitements
there
take
a
social
,
not
to
say
a
jovial
turn
,
and
lead
to
the
cultivation
of
good
fellowship
.
A
reconciliation
is
established
on
this
propitious
occasion
between
the
acknowledged
wit
of
the
Counting
House
and
an
aspiring
rival
,
with
whom
he
has
been
at
deadly
feud
for
months
;
and
a
little
dinner
being
proposed
,
in
commemoration
of
their
happily
restored
amity
,
takes
place
at
a
neighbouring
tavern
;
the
wit
in
the
chair
;
the
rival
acting
as
Vice-President
.
The
orations
following
the
removal
of
the
cloth
are
opened
by
the
Chair
,
who
says
,
Gentlemen
,
he
ca
n't
disguise
from
himself
that
this
is
not
a
time
for
private
dissensions
.
Recent
occurrences
to
which
he
need
not
more
particularly
allude
,
but
which
have
not
been
altogether
without
notice
in
some
Sunday
Papers
,
and
in
a
daily
paper
which
he
need
not
name
(
here
every
other
member
of
the
company
names
it
in
an
audible
murmur
)
,
have
caused
him
to
reflect
;
and
he
feels
that
for
him
and
Robinson
to
have
any
personal
differences
at
such
a
moment
,
would
be
for
ever
to
deny
that
good
feeling
in
the
general
cause
,
for
which
he
has
reason
to
think
and
hope
that
the
gentlemen
in
Dombey
's
House
have
always
been
distinguished
.
Robinson
replies
to
this
like
a
man
and
a
brother
;
and
one
gentleman
who
has
been
in
the
office
three
years
,
under
continual
notice
to
quit
on
account
of
lapses
in
his
arithmetic
,
appears
in
a
perfectly
new
light
,
suddenly
bursting
out
with
a
thrilling
speech
,
in
which
he
says
,
May
their
respected
chief
never
again
know
the
desolation
which
has
fallen
on
his
hearth
!
and
says
a
great
variety
of
things
,
beginning
with
`
May
he
never
again
,
´
which
are
received
with
thunders
of
applause
.
In
short
,
a
most
delightful
evening
is
passed
,
only
interrupted
by
a
difference
between
two
juniors
,
who
,
quarrelling
about
the
probable
amount
of
Mr.
Carker
's
late
receipts
per
annum
,
defy
each
other
with
decanters
,
and
are
taken
out
greatly
excited
.
Soda
water
is
in
general
request
at
the
office
next
day
,
and
most
of
the
party
deem
the
bill
an
imposition
.
As
to
Perch
,
the
messenger
,
he
is
in
a
fair
way
of
being
ruined
for
life
.
He
finds
himself
again
constantly
in
bars
of
public-houses
,
being
treated
and
lying
dreadfully
.
It
appears
that
he
met
everybody
concerned
in
the
late
transaction
,
everywhere
,
and
said
to
them
,
`
Sir
,
´
or
`
Madam
,
´
as
the
case
was
`
why
do
you
look
so
pale
?
´
at
which
each
shuddered
from
head
to
foot
,
and
said
,
`
Oh
,
Perch
!
'
and
ran
away
.
Either
the
consciousness
of
these
enormities
,
or
the
reaction
consequent
on
liquor
,
reduces
Mr.
Perch
to
an
extreme
state
of
low
spirits
at
that
hour
of
the
evening
when
he
usually
seeks
consolation
in
the
society
of
Mrs.
Perch
at
Balls
Pond
;
and
Mrs.
Perch
frets
a
good
deal
,
for
she
fears
his
confidence
in
woman
is
shaken
now
,
and
that
he
half
expects
on
coming
home
at
night
to
find
her
gone
off
with
some
Viscount
.
Mr.
Dombey
's
servants
are
becoming
,
at
the
same
time
,
quite
dissipated
,
and
unfit
for
other
service
.
They
have
hot
suppers
every
night
,
and
`
talk
it
over
´
with
smoking
drinks
upon
the
board
.
Mr.
Towlinson
is
always
maudlin
after
halfpast
ten
,
and
frequently
begs
to
know
whether
he
did
n't
say
that
no
good
would
ever
come
of
living
in
a
corner
house
?
They
whisper
about
Miss
Florence
,
and
wonder
where
she
is
;
but
agree
that
if
Mr.
Dombey
do
n't
know
,
Mrs.
Dombey
does
.
This
brings
them
to
the
latter
,
of
whom
Cook
says
,
She
had
a
stately
way
though
,
had
n't
she
?
But
she
was
too
high
!
They
all
agree
that
she
was
too
high
,
and
Mr.
Towlinson
's
old
flame
,
the
housemaid
(
who
is
very
virtuous
)
,
entreats
that
you
will
never
talk
to
her
any
more
about
people
who
hold
their
heads
up
,
as
if
the
ground
was
n't
good
enough
for
'
em
.
Everything
that
is
said
and
done
about
it
,
except
by
Mr.
Dombey
,
is
done
in
chorus
.
Mr.
Dombey
and
the
world
are
alone
together
.
CHAPTER
LII
Secret
Intelligence
GOOD
Mrs.
Brown
and
her
daughter
Alice
kept
silent
company
together
,
in
their
own
dwelling
.
It
was
early
in
the
evening
,
and
late
in
the
spring
.
But
a
few
days
had
elapsed
since
Mr.
Dombey
had
told
major
Bagstock
of
his
singular
intelligence
,
singularly
obtained
,
which
might
turn
out
to
be
valueless
,
and
might
turn
out
to
be
true
;
and
the
world
was
not
satisfied
yet
.
The
mother
and
daughter
sat
for
a
long
time
without
inter-changing
a
word
:
almost
without
motion
.
The
old
woman
's
face
was
shrewdly
anxious
and
expectant
;
that
of
her
daughter
was
expectant
too
,
but
in
a
less
sharp
degree
,
and
sometimes
it
darkened
,
as
if
with
gathering
disappointment
and
incredulity
.
The
old
woman
,
without
heeding
these
changes
in
its
expression
,
though
her
eyes
were
often
turned
towards
it
,
sat
mumbling
and
munching
,
and
listening
confidently
.
Their
abode
,
though
poor
and
miserable
,
was
not
so
utterly
wretched
as
in
the
days
when
only
Good
Mrs.
Brown
inhabited
it
.
Some
few
attempts
at
cleanliness
and
order
were
manifest
,
though
made
in
a
reckless
,
gipsy
way
,
that
might
have
connected
them
,
at
a
glance
,
with
the
younger
woman
.
The
shades
of
evening
thickened
and
deepened
as
the
two
kept
silence
,
until
the
blackened
walls
were
nearly
lost
in
the
prevailing
gloom
.
Then
Alice
broke
the
silence
which
had
lasted
so
long
,
and
said
:
`
You
may
give
him
up
,
mother
.
He
'll
not
come
here
.
´
`
Death
give
him
up
!
´
returned
the
old
woman
,
impatiently
.
`
He
will
come
here
.
´
`
We
shall
see
,
´
said
Alice
.
`
We
shall
see
him
,
´
returned
her
mother
.
`
And
doomsday
,
´
said
the
daughter
.
`
You
think
I
'm
in
my
second
childhood
,
I
know
!
´
croaked
the
old
woman
.
`
That
's
the
respect
and
duty
that
I
get
from
my
own
gal
,
but
I
'm
wiser
than
you
take
me
for
.
He
'll
come
.
T'other
day
when
I
touched
his
coat
in
the
street
,
he
looked
round
as
if
I
was
a
toad
.
But
Lord
,
to
see
him
when
I
said
their
names
,
and
asked
him
if
he
'd
like
to
find
out
where
they
was
!
´
`
Was
it
so
angry
?
´
asked
her
daughter
,
roused
to
interest
in
a
moment
.
`
Angry
?
ask
if
it
was
bloody
.
That
's
more
like
the
word
.
Angry
?
Ha
,
ha
!
To
call
that
only
angry
!
´
said
the
old
woman
,
hobbling
to
the
cupboard
,
and
lighting
a
candle
,
which
displayed
the
workings
of
her
mouth
to
ugly
advantage
,
as
she
brought
it
to
the
table
.
`
I
might
as
well
call
your
face
only
angry
,
when
you
think
or
talk
about
'
em
.
´
It
was
something
different
from
that
,
truly
,
as
she
sat
as
still
as
a
crouched
tigress
,
with
her
kindling
eyes
.
`
Hark
!
´
said
the
old
woman
,
triumphantly
.
`
I
hear
a
step
coming
.
It
's
not
the
tread
of
any
one
that
lives
about
here
,
or
comes
this
way
often
.
We
do
n't
walk
like
that
.
We
should
grow
proud
on
such
neighbours
!
Do
you
hear
him
?
´
`
I
believe
you
are
right
,
mother
,
´
replied
Alice
,
in
a
low
voice
.
`
Peace
!
open
the
door
.
´
As
she
drew
herself
within
her
shawl
,
and
gathered
it
about
her
,
the
old
woman
complied
;
and
peering
out
,
and
beckoning
,
gave
admission
to
Mr.
Dombey
,
who
stopped
when
he
had
set
his
foot
within
the
door
,
and
looked
distrustfully
around
.
`
It
's
a
poor
place
for
a
great
gentleman
like
your
worship
,
´
said
the
old
woman
,
curtseying
and
chattering
.
`
I
told
you
so
,
but
there
's
no
harm
in
it
.
´
`
Who
is
that
?
´
asked
Mr.
Dombey
,
looking
at
her
companion
.
`
That
's
my
handsome
daughter
,
´
said
the
old
woman
.
`
Your
worship
wo
n't
mind
her
.
She
knows
all
about
it
.
´
A
shadow
fell
upon
his
face
not
less
expressive
than
if
he
had
groaned
aloud
,
`
Who
does
not
know
all
about
it
!
´
but
he
looked
at
her
steadily
,
and
she
,
without
any
acknowledgment
of
his
presence
,
looked
at
him
.
The
shadow
on
his
face
was
darker
when
he
turned
his
glance
away
from
her
;
and
even
then
it
wandered
back
again
,
furtively
,
as
if
he
were
haunted
by
her
bold
eyes
,
and
some
remembrance
they
inspired
.
`
Woman
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
to
the
old
witch
who
was
chuckling
and
leering
close
at
his
elbow
,
and
who
,
when
he
turned
to
address
her
,
pointed
stealthily
at
her
daughter
,
and
rubbed
her
hands
,
and
pointed
again
,
`
Woman
!
I
believe
that
I
am
weak
and
forgetful
of
my
station
in
coming
here
,
but
you
know
why
I
come
,
and
what
you
offered
when
you
stopped
me
in
the
street
the
other
day
.
What
is
it
that
you
have
to
tell
me
concerning
what
I
want
to
know
;
and
how
does
it
happen
that
I
can
find
voluntary
intelligence
in
a
hovel
like
this
,
´
with
a
disdainful
glance
about
him
,
`
when
I
have
exerted
my
power
and
means
to
obtain
it
in
vain
?
I
do
not
think
,
´
he
said
,
after
a
moment
's
pause
,
during
which
he
had
observed
her
,
sternly
,
`
that
you
are
so
audacious
as
to
mean
to
trifle
with
me
,
or
endeavour
to
impose
upon
me
.
But
if
you
have
that
purpose
,
you
had
better
stop
on
the
threshold
of
your
scheme
.
My
humour
is
not
a
trifling
one
,
and
my
acknowledgment
will
be
severe
.
´
`
Oh
a
proud
,
hard
gentleman
!
´
chuckled
the
old
woman
,
shaking
her
head
,
and
rubbing
her
shrivelled
hands
,
`
oh
hard
,
hard
,
hard
!
But
you
worship
shall
see
with
your
own
eyes
and
hear
with
your
own
ears
;
not
with
ours
—
and
if
your
worship
's
put
upon
their
track
,
you
wo
n't
mind
paying
something
for
it
,
will
you
,
honourable
deary
?
´
`
Money
,
´
returned
Mr.
Dombey
,
apparently
relieved
,
and
reassured
by
this
inquiry
,
`
will
bring
about
unlikely
things
,
I
know
.
It
may
turn
even
means
as
unexpected
and
unpromising
as
these
,
to
account
.
Yes
.
For
and
reliable
information
I
receive
,
I
will
pay
.
But
I
must
have
the
information
first
,
and
judge
for
myself
of
its
value
.
´
`
Do
you
know
nothing
more
powerful
than
money
?
´
asked
the
younger
woman
,
without
rising
,
or
altering
her
attitude
.
`
Not
here
,
I
should
imagine
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
You
should
know
of
something
that
is
more
powerful
elsewhere
,
as
I
judge
,
´
she
returned
.
`
Do
you
know
nothing
of
a
woman
's
anger
?
´
`
You
have
a
saucy
tongue
,
Jade
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Not
usually
,
´
she
answered
,
without
any
show
of
emotion
:
`
I
speak
to
you
now
,
that
you
may
understand
us
better
,
and
rely
more
on
us
.
A
woman
's
anger
is
pretty
much
the
same
here
,
as
in
your
fine
house
.
I
am
angry
.
I
have
been
so
,
many
years
.
I
have
as
good
cause
for
my
anger
as
you
have
for
yours
,
and
its
object
is
the
same
man
.
´
He
started
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
and
looked
at
her
with
astonishment
.
`
Yes
,
´
she
said
,
with
a
kind
of
laugh
.
`
Wide
as
the
distance
may
seem
between
us
,
it
is
so
.
How
it
is
so
,
is
no
matter
;
that
is
my
story
,
and
I
keep
my
story
to
myself
.
I
would
bring
you
and
him
together
,
because
I
have
a
rage
against
him
.
My
mother
there
,
is
avaricious
and
poor
;
and
she
would
sell
any
tidings
she
could
glean
,
or
anything
,
or
anybody
,
for
money
.
It
is
fair
enough
,
perhaps
,
that
you
should
pay
her
some
,
if
she
can
help
you
to
what
you
want
to
know
.
But
that
is
not
my
motive
.
I
have
told
you
what
mine
is
,
and
it
would
be
as
strong
and
all-sufficient
with
me
if
you
haggled
and
bargained
with
her
for
a
sixpence
.
I
have
done
.
My
saucy
tongue
says
no
more
,
if
you
wait
here
till
sunrise
to-morrow
.
´
The
old
woman
,
who
had
shown
great
uneasiness
during
this
speech
,
which
had
a
tendency
to
depreciate
her
expected
gains
,
pulled
Mr.
Dombey
softly
by
the
sleeve
,
and
whispered
to
him
not
to
mind
her
.
He
glanced
at
them
both
,
by
turns
,
with
a
haggard
look
,
and
said
,
in
a
deeper
voice
than
was
usual
with
him
:
`
Go
on
—
what
do
you
know
?
´
`
Oh
,
not
so
fast
,
your
worship
!
we
must
wait
for
some
one
,
´
answered
the
old
woman
.
`
It
's
to
be
got
from
some
one
else
—
wormed
out
—
screwed
and
twisted
from
him
.
´
`
What
do
you
mean
?
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Patience
,
´
she
croaked
,
laying
her
hand
,
like
a
claw
,
upon
his
arm
.
`
Patience
.
I
'll
get
at
it
.
I
know
I
can
!
If
he
was
to
hold
it
back
from
me
,
´
said
Good
Mrs.
Brown
,
crooking
her
ten
fingers
,
`
I
'd
tear
it
out
of
him
!
´
Mr.
Dombey
followed
her
with
his
eyes
as
she
hobbled
to
the
door
,
and
looked
out
again
:
and
then
his
glance
sought
her
daughter
;
but
she
remained
impassive
,
silent
,
and
regardless
of
him
.
`
Do
you
tell
me
,
woman
,
´
he
said
,
when
the
bent
figure
of
Mrs.
Brown
came
back
,
shaking
its
head
and
chattering
to
itself
,
`
that
there
is
another
person
expected
here
?
´
`
Yes
!
'
said
the
old
woman
,
looking
up
into
his
face
,
and
nodding
.
`
From
whom
you
are
to
exact
the
intelligence
that
is
to
be
useful
to
me
?
´
`
Yes
,
´
said
the
old
woman
,
nodding
again
.
`
A
stranger
?
´
`
Chut
!
´
said
the
old
woman
,
with
a
shrill
laugh
.
`
What
signifies
!
Well
,
well
;
no.
No
stranger
to
your
worship
.
But
he
wo
n't
see
you
.
He
'd
be
afraid
of
you
,
and
would
n't
talk
.
You
'll
stand
behind
that
door
,
and
judge
him
for
yourself
.
We
do
n't
ask
to
be
believed
on
trust
.
What
!
Your
worship
doubts
the
room
behind
the
door
?
Oh
the
suspicion
of
you
rich
gentlefolks
!
Look
at
it
,
then
.
´
Her
sharp
eye
had
detected
an
involuntary
expression
of
this
feeling
on
his
part
,
which
was
not
unreasonable
under
the
circumstances
.
In
satisfaction
of
it
she
now
took
the
candle
to
the
door
she
spoke
of
.
Mr.
Dombey
looked
in
;
assured
himself
that
it
was
an
empty
,
crazy
room
;
and
signed
to
her
to
put
the
light
back
in
its
place
.
`
How
long
,
´
he
asked
,
`
before
this
person
comes
?
´
`
Not
long
,
´
she
answered
.
`
Would
your
worship
sit
down
for
a
few
odd
minutes
?
´
He
made
no
answer
;
but
began
pacing
the
room
with
an
irresolute
air
,
as
if
he
were
undecided
whether
to
remain
or
depart
,
and
as
if
he
had
some
quarrel
with
himself
for
being
there
at
all
.
But
soon
his
tread
grew
slower
and
heavier
,
and
his
face
more
sternly
thoughtful
:
as
the
object
with
which
he
had
come
,
fixed
itself
in
his
mind
,
and
dilated
there
again
.
While
he
thus
walked
up
and
down
with
his
eyes
on
the
ground
,
Mrs.
Brown
,
in
the
chair
from
which
she
had
risen
to
receive
him
,
sat
listening
anew
.
The
monotony
of
his
step
,
or
the
uncertainty
of
age
,
made
her
so
slow
of
hearing
,
that
a
footfall
without
had
sounded
in
her
daughter
's
ears
for
some
moments
,
and
she
had
looked
up
hastily
to
warn
her
mother
of
its
approach
,
before
the
old
woman
was
roused
by
it
.
But
then
she
started
from
her
seat
,
and
whispering
`
Here
he
is
!
´
hurried
her
visitor
to
his
place
of
observation
,
and
put
a
bottle
and
glass
upon
the
table
,
with
such
alacrity
as
to
be
ready
to
fling
her
arms
round
the
neck
of
Rob
the
Grinder
on
his
appearance
at
the
door
.
`
And
here
's
my
bonny
boy
,
´
cried
Mrs.
Brown
,
`
at
last
!
—
oho
,
oho
!
You
're
like
my
own
son
,
Robby
!
´
`
Oh
!
Misses
Brown
!
´
remonstrated
the
Grinder
.
`
Do
n't
!
Ca
n't
you
be
fond
of
a
cove
without
squeedging
and
throttling
of
him
?
Take
care
of
the
birdcage
in
my
hand
,
will
you
?
´
`
Thinks
of
a
birdcage
,
afore
me
!
´
cried
the
old
woman
,
apostrophizing
the
ceiling
.
`
Me
that
feels
more
than
a
mother
for
him
!
´
`
Well
,
I
'm
sure
I
'm
very
much
obliged
to
you
,
Misses
Brown
,
´
said
the
unfortunate
youth
,
greatly
aggravated
;
`
but
you
're
so
jealous
of
a
cove
.
I
'm
very
fond
of
you
myself
,
and
all
that
,
of
course
;
but
I
do
n't
smother
you
,
do
I
,
Misses
Brown
?
´
He
looked
and
spoke
as
if
he
would
have
been
far
from
objecting
to
do
so
,
however
,
on
a
favourable
occasion
.
`
And
to
talk
about
birdcages
,
too
!
´
whimpered
the
Grinder
.
`
As
if
that
was
a
crime
!
Why
,
look'ee
here
!
Do
you
know
who
this
belongs
to
?
´
`
To
Master
,
dear
?
´
said
the
old
woman
with
a
grin
.
`
Ah
!
´
replied
the
Grinder
,
lifting
a
large
cage
tied
up
in
a
wrapper
,
on
the
table
,
and
untying
it
with
his
teeth
and
hands
.
`
It
's
our
parrot
,
this
is
.
´
`
Mr.
Carker
's
parrot
,
Rob
?
´
`
Will
you
hold
your
tongue
,
Misses
Brown
?
´
returned
the
goaded
Grinder
.
`
What
do
you
go
naming
names
for
?
I
'm
blest
,
´
said
Rob
,
pulling
his
hair
with
both
hands
in
the
exasperation
of
his
feelings
,
`
if
she
a
n't
enough
to
make
a
cove
run
wild
!
´
`
What
!
Do
you
snub
me
,
thankless
boy
!
´
cried
the
old
woman
,
with
ready
vehemence
.
`
Good
gracious
,
Misses
Brown
,
no
!
´
returned
the
Grinder
,
with
tears
in
his
eyes
.
`
Was
there
ever
such
a
—
—
!
Do
n't
I
dote
upon
you
,
Misses
Brown
?
´
`
Do
you
,
sweet
Rob
?
Do
you
truly
,
chickabiddy
?
´
With
that
,
Mrs.
Brown
held
him
in
her
fond
embrace
once
more
;
and
did
not
release
him
until
he
had
made
several
violent
and
ineffectual
struggles
with
his
legs
,
and
his
hair
was
standing
on
end
all
over
his
head
.
`
Oh
!
´
returned
the
Grinder
,
`
what
a
thing
it
is
to
be
perfectly
pitched
into
with
affection
like
this
here
.
I
wish
she
was
—
—
How
have
you
been
,
Misses
Brown
?
´
`
Ah
!
Not
here
since
this
night
week
!
´
said
the
old
woman
,
contemplating
him
with
a
look
of
reproach
.
`
Good
gracious
,
Misses
Brown
,
´
returned
the
Grinder
,
`
I
said
to-night
's
a
week
,
that
I
'd
come
to-night
,
did
n't
I
?
And
here
I
am
.
How
you
do
go
on
!
I
wish
you
'd
be
a
little
rational
,
Misses
Brown
.
I
'm
hoarse
with
saying
things
in
my
defence
,
and
my
very
face
is
shiny
with
being
hugged
.
´
He
rubbed
it
hard
with
his
sleeve
,
as
if
to
remove
the
tender
polish
in
question
.
`
Drink
a
little
drop
to
comfort
you
,
my
Robin
,
´
said
the
old
woman
,
filling
the
glass
from
the
bottle
and
giving
it
to
him
.
`
Thank'ee
,
Misses
Brown
,
´
returned
the
Grinder
.
`
Here
's
your
health
.
And
long
may
you
—
et
ceterer
.
´
Which
to
judge
from
the
expression
of
his
face
,
did
not
include
any
very
choice
blessing
.
`
And
here
's
her
health
,
´
said
the
Grinder
,
glancing
at
Alice
,
who
sat
with
her
eyes
fixed
,
as
it
seemed
to
him
,
on
the
wall
behind
him
,
but
in
reality
on
Mr.
Dombey
's
face
at
the
door
,
`
and
wishing
her
the
same
and
many
of
'
em
!
´
He
drained
the
glass
to
these
two
sentiments
,
and
set
it
down
.
`
Well
,
I
say
,
Misses
Brown
!
´
he
proceeded
.
`
To
go
on
a
little
rational
now
.
You
're
a
judge
of
birds
,
and
up
to
their
ways
,
as
I
know
to
my
cost
.
´
`
Cost
!
´
repeated
Mrs.
Brown
.
`
Satisfaction
,
I
mean
,
´
returned
the
Grinder
.
`
How
you
do
take
up
a
cove
,
Misses
Brown
!
You
've
put
it
all
out
of
my
head
again
.
´
`
Judge
of
birds
,
Robby
,
´
suggested
the
old
woman
.
`
Ah
!
´
said
the
Grinder
.
`
Well
,
I
've
got
to
take
care
of
this
parrot
—
certain
things
being
sold
,
and
a
certain
establishment
broke
up
—
and
as
I
do
n't
want
no
notice
took
at
present
,
I
wish
you
'd
attend
to
her
for
a
week
or
so
,
and
give
her
board
and
lodging
,
will
you
?
If
I
must
come
backwards
and
forwards
,
´
mused
the
Grinder
with
a
dejected
face
,
`
I
may
as
well
have
something
to
come
for
.
´
`
Something
to
come
for
?
´
screamed
the
old
woman
.
`
Besides
you
,
I
mean
,
Misses
Brown
,
´
returned
the
craven
Rob
.
`
Not
that
I
want
any
inducement
but
yourself
,
Misses
Brown
,
I
'm
sure
.
Do
n't
begin
again
,
for
goodness
´
sake
.
´
`
He
do
n't
care
for
me
!
He
do
n't
care
for
me
,
as
I
care
for
him
!
´
cried
Mrs.
Brown
,
lifting
up
her
skinny
hands
.
`
But
I
'll
take
care
of
his
bird
.
´
`
Take
good
care
of
it
too
,
you
know
,
Mrs.
Brown
,
´
said
Rob
,
shaking
his
head
.
`
If
you
was
so
much
as
to
stroke
its
feathers
once
the
wrong
way
,
I
believe
it
would
be
found
out
.
´
`
Ah
,
so
sharp
as
that
,
Rob
?
´
said
Mrs.
Brown
,
quickly
.
`
Sharp
,
Misses
Brown
!
´
repeated
Rob
.
`
But
this
is
not
to
be
talked
about
.
´
Checking
himself
abruptly
,
and
not
without
a
fearful
glance
across
the
room
,
rob
filled
the
glass
again
,
and
having
slowly
emptied
it
,
shook
his
head
,
and
began
to
draw
his
fingers
across
and
across
the
wires
of
the
parrot
's
cage
by
way
of
a
diversion
from
the
dangerous
theme
that
had
just
been
broached
.
The
old
woman
eyed
him
slily
,
and
hitching
her
chair
nearer
his
,
and
looking
in
at
the
parrot
,
who
came
down
from
the
gilded
dome
at
her
call
,
said
:
`
Out
of
place
now
,
Robby
?
´
`
Never
you
mind
,
Misses
Brown
,
´
returned
the
Grinder
,
shortly
.
`
Board
wages
,
perhaps
,
Rob
?
´
said
Mrs.
Brown
.
`
Pretty
Polly
!
´
said
the
Grinder
.
The
old
woman
darted
a
glance
at
him
that
might
have
warned
him
to
consider
his
ears
in
danger
,
but
it
was
his
turn
to
look
in
at
the
parrot
now
,
and
however
expressive
his
imagination
may
have
made
her
angry
scowl
,
it
was
unseen
by
his
bodily
eyes
.
`
I
wonder
Master
did
n't
take
you
with
him
,
Rob
,
´
said
the
old
woman
,
in
a
wheedling
voice
,
but
with
increased
malignity
of
aspect
.
Rob
was
so
absorbed
in
contemplation
of
the
parrot
,
and
in
trolling
his
forefinger
on
the
wires
,
that
he
made
no
answer
.
The
old
woman
had
her
clutch
within
a
hair
's
breadth
of
his
shock
of
hair
as
it
stooped
over
the
table
;
but
she
restrained
her
fingers
,
and
said
,
in
a
voice
that
choked
with
its
efforts
to
be
coaxing
:
`
Robby
,
my
child
.
´
`
Well
,
Misses
Brown
,
´
returned
the
Grinder
.
`
I
say
I
wonder
Master
did
n't
take
you
with
him
,
dear
.
´
`
Never
you
,
Misses
Brown
,
´
returned
the
Grinder
.
Mrs.
Brown
instantly
directed
the
clutch
of
her
right
hand
at
his
hair
,
and
the
clutch
of
her
left
hand
at
his
throat
,
and
held
on
to
the
object
of
her
fond
affection
with
such
extraordinary
fury
,
that
his
face
began
to
blacken
in
a
moment
.
`
Misses
Brown
!
´
exclaimed
the
Grinder
,
`
let
go
,
will
you
?
What
are
you
doing
of
?
Help
,
young
woman
!
Misses
Brow
—
Brow
—
!
´
The
young
woman
,
however
,
equally
unmoved
by
his
direct
appeal
to
her
,
and
by
his
inarticulate
utterance
,
remained
quite
neutral
,
until
,
after
struggling
with
his
assailant
into
a
corner
,
Rob
disengaged
himself
,
and
stood
there
panting
and
fenced
in
by
his
own
elbows
,
while
the
old
woman
,
panting
too
,
and
stamping
with
rage
and
eagerness
,
appeared
to
be
collecting
her
energies
for
another
swoop
upon
him
.
At
this
crisis
Alice
interposed
her
voice
,
but
not
in
the
Grinder
's
favour
,
by
saying
,
`
Well
done
,
mother
.
Tear
him
to
pieces
!
´
`
What
,
young
woman
!
´
blubbered
Rob
;
`
are
you
against
me
too
?
What
have
I
been
and
done
?
What
am
I
to
be
tore
to
pieces
for
,
I
should
like
to
know
?
Why
do
you
take
and
choke
a
cove
who
has
never
done
you
any
harm
,
neither
of
you
?
Call
yourselves
females
,
too
!
´
said
the
frightened
and
afflicted
Grinder
,
with
his
coat-cuff
at
his
eye
.
`
I
'm
surprised
at
you
!
Where
's
your
feminine
tenderness
?
´
`
You
thankless
dog
!
´
gasped
Mrs.
Brown
.
`
You
impudent
insulting
dog
!
´
`
What
have
I
been
and
done
to
go
and
give
you
offence
,
Misses
Brown
?
´
retorted
the
fearful
Rob
.
`
You
was
very
much
attached
to
me
a
minute
ago
.
´
`
To
cut
me
off
with
his
short
answers
and
his
sulky
words
,
´
said
the
old
woman
.
`
Me
!
Because
I
happen
to
be
curious
to
have
a
little
bit
of
gossip
about
Master
and
the
lady
,
to
dare
to
play
at
fast
and
loose
with
me
!
But
I
'll
talk
to
you
no
more
,
my
lad
.
Now
go
!
´
`
I
'm
sure
,
Misses
Brown
,
´
returned
the
abject
Grinder
,
`
I
never
insiniwated
that
I
wished
to
go
.
Do
n't
talk
like
that
,
Misses
Brown
,
if
you
please
.
´
`
I
wo
n't
talk
at
all
,
´
said
Mrs.
Brown
,
with
an
action
of
her
crooked
fingers
that
made
him
shrink
into
half
his
natural
compass
in
the
corner
.
`
Not
another
word
with
him
shall
pass
my
lips
.
He
's
an
ungrateful
hound
.
I
cast
him
off
.
Now
let
him
go
!
And
I
'll
slip
those
after
him
that
shall
talk
too
much
;
that
wo
n't
be
shook
away
;
that
'll
hang
to
him
like
leeches
,
and
slink
arter
him
like
foxes
.
What
!
He
knows
'
em
.
He
knows
his
old
games
and
his
old
ways
.
If
he
's
forgotten
'
em
,
they
'll
soon
remind
him
.
Now
let
him
go
,
and
see
how
he
'll
do
Master
's
business
,
and
keep
Master
's
secrets
,
with
such
company
always
following
him
up
and
down
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
He
'll
find
'
em
a
different
sort
from
you
and
me
,
Ally
;
close
as
he
is
with
you
and
me
.
Now
let
him
go
,
now
let
him
go
!
´
The
old
woman
,
to
the
unspeakable
dismay
of
the
Grinder
,
walked
her
twisted
figure
round
and
round
,
in
a
ring
of
some
four
feet
in
diameter
,
constantly
repeating
these
words
,
and
shaking
her
fist
above
her
head
,
and
working
her
mouth
about
.
`
Misses
Brown
,
´
pleaded
Rob
,
coming
a
little
out
of
his
corner
,
`
I
'm
sure
you
would
n't
injure
a
cove
,
on
second
thoughts
,
and
in
cold
blood
,
would
you
?
´
`
Do
n't
talk
to
me
,
´
said
Mrs.
Brown
,
still
wrathfully
pursuing
her
circle
.
`
Now
let
him
go
,
now
let
him
go
!
´
`
Misses
Brown
,
´
urged
the
tormented
Grinder
,
`
I
did
n't
mean
to
—
Oh
,
what
a
thing
it
is
for
a
cove
to
get
into
such
a
line
as
this
!
—
I
was
only
careful
of
talking
,
Misses
Brown
,
because
I
always
am
,
on
account
of
his
being
up
to
everything
;
but
I
might
have
