pew,
and
,
being
early
,
sat
for
some
time
counting
the
congregation
,
listening
to
the
disappointed
bell
high
up
in
the
tower
,
or
looking
at
a
shabby
little
old
man
in
the
porch
behind
the
screen
,
who
was
ringing
the
same
,
like
the
Bull
in
Cock
Robin
,
with
his
foot
in
a
stirrup
.
Mr.
Toots
,
after
a
lengthened
survey
of
the
large
books
on
the
reading-desk
,
whispered
Miss
Nipper
that
he
wondered
where
the
banns
were
kept
,
but
that
young
lady
merely
shook
her
head
and
forward
;
repelling
for
the
time
all
approaches
of
a
temporal
nature
.
Mr.
Toots
,
however
,
appearing
unable
to
keep
his
thoughts
from
the
banns
,
was
evidently
looking
out
for
them
during
the
whole
preliminary
portion
of
the
service
.
As
the
time
for
reading
them
approached
,
the
poor
young
gentleman
manifested
great
anxiety
and
trepidation
,
which
was
not
diminished
by
the
unexpected
apparition
of
the
Captain
in
the
front
row
of
the
gallery
.
When
the
clerk
handed
up
a
list
to
the
clergyman
,
Mr.
Toots
,
being
then
seated
,
held
on
by
the
seat
of
the
pew
;
but
when
the
names
of
Walter
Gay
and
Florence
Dombey
were
read
aloud
as
being
in
the
third
and
last
stage
of
that
association
,
he
was
so
entirely
conquered
by
his
feelings
as
to
rush
from
the
church
without
his
hat
,
followed
by
the
beadle
and
pew-opener
,
and
two
gentlemen
of
the
medical
profession
,
who
happened
to
be
present
;
of
whom
the
first-named
presently
returned
for
that
article
,
informing
Miss
Nipper
in
a
whisper
that
she
was
not
to
make
herself
uneasy
about
the
gentleman
,
as
the
gentleman
said
his
indisposition
was
of
no
consequence
.
Miss
Nipper
,
feeling
that
the
eyes
of
that
integral
portion
of
Europe
which
lost
itself
weekly
among
the
high-backed
pews
,
were
upon
her
,
would
have
been
sufficiently
embarrassed
by
this
incident
,
though
it
had
terminated
here
;
the
more
so
,
as
the
Captain
in
the
front
row
of
the
gallery
,
was
in
a
state
of
unmitigated
consciousness
which
could
hardly
fail
to
express
to
the
congregation
that
he
had
some
mysterious
connexion
with
it
.
But
the
extreme
restlessness
of
Mr.
Toots
painfully
increased
and
protracted
the
delicacy
of
her
situation
.
That
young
gentleman
,
incapable
,
in
his
state
of
mind
,
of
remaining
alone
in
the
churchyard
,
a
prey
to
solitary
meditation
,
and
also
desirous
,
no
doubt
,
of
testifying
his
respect
for
the
offices
he
had
in
some
measure
interrupted
,
suddenly
returned
—
not
coming
back
to
the
pew
,
but
stationing
himself
on
a
free
seat
in
the
aisle
,
between
two
elderly
females
who
were
in
the
habit
of
receiving
their
portion
of
a
weekly
dole
of
bread
then
set
forth
on
a
shelf
in
the
porch
.
In
this
conjunction
Mr.
Toots
remained
,
greatly
disturbing
the
congregation
,
who
felt
it
impossible
to
avoid
looking
at
him
,
until
his
feelings
overcame
him
again
,
when
he
departed
silently
and
suddenly
.
Not
venturing
to
trust
himself
in
the
church
any
more
,
and
yet
wishing
to
have
some
social
participation
in
what
was
going
on
there
,
Mr.
Toots
was
after
this
,
seen
from
time
to
time
,
looking
in
,
with
a
lorn
aspect
,
at
one
or
other
of
the
windows
;
and
as
there
were
several
windows
accessible
to
him
from
without
,
and
as
his
restlessness
was
very
great
,
it
not
only
became
difficult
to
conceive
at
which
window
he
would
appear
next
,
but
likewise
became
necessary
,
as
it
were
,
for
the
whole
congregation
to
speculate
upon
the
chances
of
the
different
windows
,
during
the
comparative
leisure
afforded
them
by
the
sermon
.
Mr.
Toots
's
movements
in
the
churchyard
were
so
eccentric
,
that
he
seemed
generally
to
defeat
all
calculation
,
and
to
appear
,
like
the
conjuror
's
figure
,
where
he
was
least
expected
;
and
the
effect
of
these
mysterious
presentations
was
much
increased
by
its
being
difficult
to
him
to
see
in
,
and
easy
to
everybody
else
to
see
out
:
which
occasioned
his
remaining
,
every
time
,
longer
than
might
have
been
expected
,
with
his
face
close
to
the
glass
,
until
he
all
at
once
became
aware
that
all
eyes
were
upon
him
,
and
vanished
.
These
proceedings
on
the
part
of
Mr.
Toots
,
and
the
strong
individual
consciousness
of
them
that
was
exhibited
by
the
Captain
,
rendered
Miss
Nipper
's
position
so
responsible
a
one
,
that
she
was
mightily
relieved
by
the
conclusion
of
the
service
;
and
was
hardly
so
affable
to
Mr.
Toots
as
usual
,
when
he
informed
her
and
the
Captain
,
on
the
way
back
,
that
now
he
was
sure
he
had
no
hope
,
you
know
,
he
felt
more
comfortable
—
at
least
not
exactly
more
comfortable
,
but
more
comfortably
and
completely
miserable
.
Swiftly
now
,
indeed
,
the
time
flew
by
until
it
was
the
evening
before
the
day
appointed
for
the
marriage
.
They
were
all
assembled
in
the
upper
room
at
the
Midshipman
's
,
and
had
no
fear
of
interruption
;
for
there
were
no
lodgers
in
the
house
now
,
and
the
Midshipman
had
it
all
to
himself
.
They
were
grave
and
quiet
in
the
prospect
of
to-morrow
,
but
moderately
cheerful
too
.
Florence
,
with
Walter
close
beside
her
,
was
finishing
a
little
piece
of
work
intended
as
a
parting
gift
to
the
Captain
.
The
Captain
was
playing
cribbage
with
Mr.
Toots
.
Mr.
Toots
was
taking
counsel
as
to
his
hand
,
of
Susan
Nipper
.
Miss
Nipper
was
giving
it
,
with
all
due
secrecy
and
circumspection
.
Diogenes
was
listening
,
and
occasionally
breaking
out
into
a
gruff
half-smothered
fragment
of
a
bark
,
of
which
he
afterwards
seemed
half-ashamed
,
as
if
he
doubted
having
any
reason
for
it
.
`
Steady
,
steady
!
´
said
the
Captain
to
Diogenes
,
`
what
's
amiss
with
you
?
You
do
n't
seem
easy
in
your
mind
to-night
,
my
boy
!
´
Diogenes
wagged
his
tail
,
but
pricked
up
his
ears
immediately
afterwards
,
and
gave
utterance
to
another
fragment
of
a
bark
;
for
which
he
apologised
to
the
Captain
,
by
again
wagging
his
tail
.
`
It
's
my
opinion
,
Di
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
looking
thoughtfully
at
his
cards
,
and
stroking
his
chin
with
his
hook
,
`
as
you
have
your
doubts
of
Mrs.
Richards
;
but
if
you
're
the
animal
I
take
you
to
be
,
you
'll
think
better
o
´
that
;
for
her
looks
is
her
commission
.
Now
,
Brother
:
´
to
Mr.
Toots
:
`
if
so
be
as
you
're
ready
,
heave
ahead
.
´
The
Captain
spoke
with
all
composure
and
attention
to
the
game
,
but
suddenly
his
cards
dropped
out
of
his
hand
,
his
mouth
and
eyes
opened
wide
,
his
legs
drew
themselves
up
and
stuck
out
in
front
of
his
chair
,
and
he
sat
staring
at
the
door
with
blank
amazement
.
Looking
round
upon
the
company
,
and
seeing
that
none
of
them
observed
him
or
the
cause
of
his
astonishment
,
the
Captain
recovered
himself
with
a
great
gasp
,
struck
the
table
a
tremendous
blow
,
cried
in
a
stentorian
roar
,
`
Sol
Gills
ahoy
!
´
and
tumbled
into
the
arms
of
a
weather-beaten
pea-coat
that
had
come
with
Polly
into
the
room
.
In
another
moment
,
Walter
was
in
the
arms
of
the
weather-beaten
pea-coat
.
In
another
moment
,
Florence
was
in
the
arms
of
the
weather-beaten
pea-coat
.
In
another
moment
,
Captain
Cuttle
had
embraced
Mrs.
Richards
and
Miss
Nipper
,
and
was
violently
shaking
hands
with
Mr.
Toots
,
exclaiming
,
as
he
waved
his
hook
above
his
head
,
`
Hooroar
,
my
lad
,
hooroar
!
´
To
which
Mr.
Toots
,
wholly
at
a
loss
to
account
for
these
proceedings
,
replied
with
great
politeness
,
`
Certainly
,
Captain
Gills
,
whatever
you
think
proper
!
´
The
weather-beaten
pea-coat
,
and
a
no
less
weather-beaten
cap
and
comforter
belonging
to
it
,
turned
from
the
Captain
and
from
Florence
back
to
Walter
,
and
sounds
came
from
the
weather-beaten
pea-coat
,
cap
,
and
comforter
,
as
of
an
old
man
sobbing
underneath
them
;
while
the
shaggy
sleeves
clasped
Walter
tight
.
During
this
pause
,
there
was
an
universal
silence
,
and
the
Captain
polished
his
nose
with
great
diligence
.
But
when
the
pea-coat
,
cap
,
and
comforter
lifted
themselves
up
again
,
Florence
gently
moved
towards
them
;
and
she
and
Walter
taking
them
off
,
disclosed
the
old
Instrument-maker
,
a
little
thinner
and
more
careworn
than
of
old
,
in
his
old
Welsh
wig
and
his
old
coffee-coloured
coat
and
basket
buttons
,
with
his
old
infallible
chronometer
ticking
away
in
his
pocket
.
`
Chock
full
o
´
science
,
´
said
the
radiant
Captain
,
`
as
ever
he
was
!
Sol
Gills
,
Sol
Gills
,
what
have
you
been
up
to
,
for
this
many
a
long
day
,
my
ould
boy
?
´
`
I
'm
half
blind
,
Ned
,
´
said
the
old
man
,
`
and
almost
deaf
and
dumb
with
joy
.
´
`
His
wery
woice
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
looking
round
with
an
exultation
to
which
even
his
face
could
hardly
render
justice
—
`
his
wery
woice
as
chock
full
o
'
science
as
ever
it
was
!
Sol
Gills
,
lay
to
,
my
lad
,
upon
your
own
wines
and
fig-trees
,
like
a
taut
ould
patriark
as
you
are
,
and
overhaul
them
there
adwentures
o
´
yourn
,
in
your
own
formilior
woice
.
'
Tis
the
woice
,
said
the
Captain
,
impressively
,
and
announcing
a
quotation
with
his
hook
,
`
of
the
sluggard
,
I
heerd
him
complain
,
you
have
woke
me
too
soon
,
I
must
slumber
again
.
Scatter
his
ene-mies
,
and
make
'
em
fall
!
´
The
Captain
sat
down
with
the
air
of
a
man
who
had
happily
expressed
the
feeling
of
everybody
present
,
and
immediately
rose
again
to
present
Mr.
Toots
,
who
was
much
disconcerted
by
the
arrival
of
anybody
,
appearing
to
prefer
a
claim
to
the
name
of
Gills
.
`
Although
,
´
stammered
Mr.
Toots
,
`
I
had
not
the
pleasure
of
your
acquaintance
,
Sir
,
before
you
were
—
you
were
—
´
`
Lost
to
sight
,
to
memory
dear
,
´
suggested
the
Captain
,
in
a
low
voice
.
`
Exactly
so
,
Captain
Gills
!
´
assented
Mr.
Toots
.
`
Although
I
had
not
the
pleasure
of
your
acquaintance
,
Mr.
—
Mr.
Sols
,
´
said
Toots
,
hitting
on
that
name
in
the
inspiration
of
a
bright
idea
,
`
before
that
happened
,
I
have
the
greatest
pleasure
,
I
assure
you
,
in
—
you
know
,
in
knowing
you
.
I
hope
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
that
you
're
as
well
as
can
be
expected
.
´
With
these
courteous
words
,
Mr.
Toots
sat
down
blushing
and
chuckling
.
The
old
Instrument-maker
,
seated
in
a
corner
between
Walter
and
Florence
,
and
nodding
at
Polly
,
who
was
looking
on
,
all
smiles
and
delight
,
answered
the
Captain
thus
:
`
Ned
Cuttle
,
my
dear
boy
,
although
I
have
heard
something
of
the
changes
of
events
here
,
from
my
pleasant
friend
there
—
what
a
pleasant
face
she
has
to
be
sure
,
to
welcome
a
wanderer
home
!
´
said
the
old
man
,
breaking
off
,
and
rubbing
his
hands
in
his
old
dreamy
way
.
`
Hear
him
!
´
cried
the
Captain
gravely
.
`
'
Tis
woman
as
seduces
all
mankind
.
For
which
,
´
aside
to
Mr.
Toots
,
`
you
'll
overhaul
your
Adam
and
Eve
,
brother
.
´
`
I
shall
make
a
point
of
doing
so
,
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
.
`
Although
I
have
heard
something
of
the
changes
of
events
,
from
her
,
´
resumed
the
Instrument-maker
,
taking
his
old
spectacles
from
his
pocket
,
and
putting
them
on
his
forehead
in
his
old
manner
,
`
they
are
so
great
and
unexpected
,
and
I
am
so
overpowered
by
the
sight
of
my
dear
boy
,
and
by
the
,
'
—
glancing
at
the
downcast
eyes
of
Florence
,
and
not
attempting
to
finish
the
sentence
—
`
that
I
—
I
ca
n't
say
much
to-night
.
But
my
dear
Ned
Cuttle
,
why
did
n't
you
write
?
´
The
astonishment
depicted
in
the
Captain
's
features
positively
frightened
Mr.
Toots
,
whose
eyes
were
quite
fixed
by
it
,
so
that
he
could
not
withdraw
them
from
his
face
.
`
Write
!
´
echoed
the
Captain
.
`
Write
,
Sol
Gills
?
´
`
Aye
,
´
said
the
old
man
,
`
either
to
Barbados
,
or
Jamaica
,
or
Demerara
.
That
was
what
I
asked
.
´
`
What
you
asked
,
Sol
Gills
?
´
repeated
the
Captain
.
`
Aye
,
´
said
the
old
man
.
`
Do
n't
you
know
,
Ned
?
Sure
you
have
not
forgotten
?
Every
time
I
wrote
to
you
.
´
The
Captain
took
off
his
glazed
hat
,
hung
it
on
his
hook
,
and
smoothing
his
hair
from
behind
with
his
hand
,
sat
gazing
at
the
group
around
him
:
a
perfect
image
of
wondering
resignation
.
`
You
do
n't
appear
to
understand
me
,
Ned
!
´
observed
old
Sol
.
`
Sol
Gills
,
´
returned
the
Captain
,
after
staring
at
him
and
the
rest
for
a
long
time
,
without
speaking
,
`
I
'm
gone
about
and
adrift
.
Pay
out
a
word
or
two
respecting
them
adwenturs
,
will
you
!
Ca
n't
I
bring
up
,
nohows
?
Nohows
?
´
said
the
Captain
,
ruminating
,
and
staring
all
round
.
`
You
know
,
Ned
,
´
said
Sol
Gills
,
`
why
I
left
here
.
Did
you
open
my
packet
,
Ned
?
´
`
Why
,
aye
,
aye
,
´
said
the
Captain
.
`
To
be
sure
,
I
opened
the
packet
.
´
`
And
read
it
?
´
said
the
old
man
.
`
And
read
it
,
´
answered
the
Captain
,
eyeing
him
attentively
,
and
proceeding
to
quote
it
from
memory
.
`
“
My
dear
Ned
Cuttle
,
when
I
left
home
for
the
West
Indies
in
forlorn
search
of
intelligence
of
my
dear
—
”
There
he
sits
!
There
's
Wal'r
!
'
said
the
Captain
,
as
if
he
were
relieved
by
getting
hold
of
anything
that
was
real
and
indisputable
.
`
Well
,
Ned
.
Now
attend
a
moment
!
´
said
the
old
man
.
`
When
I
wrote
first
—
that
was
from
Barbados
—
I
said
that
though
you
would
receive
that
letter
long
before
the
year
was
out
,
I
should
be
glad
if
you
would
open
the
packet
,
as
it
explained
the
reason
of
my
going
away
.
Very
good
,
Ned
.
When
I
wrote
the
second
,
third
,
and
perhaps
the
fourth
times
—
that
was
from
Jamaica
—
I
said
I
was
in
just
the
same
state
,
could
n't
rest
,
and
could
n't
come
away
from
that
part
of
the
world
,
without
knowing
that
my
boy
was
lost
or
saved
.
When
I
wrote
next
—
that
,
I
think
,
was
from
Demerara
,
was
n't
it
?
´
`
That
he
thinks
was
from
Demerara
,
war
n't
it
!
´
said
the
Captain
,
looking
hopelessly
round
.
`
—
I
said
,
´
proceeded
old
Sol
,
`
that
still
there
was
no
certain
information
got
yet
.
That
I
found
many
captains
and
others
,
in
that
part
of
the
world
,
who
had
known
me
for
years
,
and
who
assisted
me
with
a
passage
here
and
there
,
and
for
whom
I
was
able
,
now
and
then
,
to
do
a
little
in
return
,
in
my
own
craft
.
That
every
one
was
sorry
for
me
,
and
seemed
to
take
a
sort
of
interest
in
my
wanderings
;
and
that
I
began
to
think
it
would
be
my
fate
to
cruise
about
in
search
of
tidings
of
my
boy
until
I
died
.
´
`
Began
to
think
as
how
he
was
a
scientific
flying
Dutchman
!
´
said
the
Captain
,
as
before
,
and
with
great
seriousness
.
`
But
when
the
news
come
one
day
,
Ned
,
—
that
was
to
Barbados
,
after
I
got
back
there
,
—
that
a
China
trader
home'ard
bound
had
been
spoke
,
that
had
my
boy
aboard
,
then
,
Ned
,
I
took
passage
in
the
next
ship
and
came
home
;
arrived
at
home
to-night
to
find
it
true
,
thank
God
!
´
said
the
old
man
,
devoutly
.
The
Captain
,
after
bowing
his
head
with
great
reverence
,
stared
all
round
the
circle
,
beginning
with
Mr.
Toots
,
and
ending
with
the
Instrument-maker
;
then
gravely
said
:
`
Sol
Gills
!
The
observation
as
I
'm
a-going
to
make
is
calc'lated
to
blow
every
stitch
of
sail
as
you
can
carry
,
clean
out
of
the
bolt-ropes
,
and
bring
you
on
your
beam
ends
with
a
lurch
.
Not
one
of
them
letters
was
ever
delivered
to
Ed'ard
Cuttle
.
Not
one
o
´
them
letters
,
´
repeated
the
Captain
,
to
make
his
declaration
the
more
solemn
and
impressive
,
`
was
ever
delivered
unto
Ed'ard
Cuttle
,
Mariner
,
of
England
,
as
lives
at
home
at
ease
,
and
doth
improve
each
shining
hour
!
´
`
And
posted
by
my
own
hand
!
And
directed
by
my
own
hand
,
Number
nine
Brig
Place
!
'
exclaimed
old
Sol
.
The
colour
all
went
out
of
the
Captain
's
face
,
and
all
came
back
again
in
a
glow
.
`
What
do
you
mean
,
Sol
Gills
,
my
friend
,
by
Number
nine
Brig
Place
?
´
inquired
the
Captain
.
`
Mean
?
Your
lodgings
,
Ned
,
´
returned
the
old
man
.
`
Mrs.
What's-her-name
!
I
shall
forget
my
own
name
next
,
but
I
am
behind
the
present
time
—
I
always
was
,
you
recollect
—
and
very
much
confused
.
Mrs.
—
—
´
`
Sol
Gills
!
´
said
the
Captain
,
as
if
he
were
putting
the
most
improbable
case
in
the
world
,
`
it
ai
n't
the
name
of
MacStinger
as
you
're
a
trying
to
remember
?
´
`
Of
course
it
is
!
´
exclaimed
the
Instrument-maker
.
`
To
be
sure
Ned
.
Mrs.
MacStinger
!
´
Captain
Cuttle
,
whose
eyes
were
now
as
wide
open
as
they
could
be
,
and
the
knobs
upon
whose
face
were
perfectly
luminous
,
gave
a
long
shrill
whistle
of
a
most
melancholy
sound
,
and
stood
gazing
at
everybody
in
a
state
of
speechlessness
.
`
Overhaul
that
there
again
,
Sol
Gills
,
will
you
be
so
kind
?
´
he
said
at
last
.
`
All
these
letters
,
´
returned
Uncle
Sol
,
beating
time
with
the
forefinger
of
his
right
hand
upon
the
palm
of
his
left
,
with
a
steadiness
and
distinctness
that
might
have
done
honour
,
even
to
the
infallible
chronometer
in
his
pocket
,
`
I
posted
with
my
own
hand
,
and
directed
with
my
own
hand
,
to
Captain
Cuttle
,
at
Mrs.
MacStinger
's
,
Number
nine
Brig
Place
.
´
The
Captain
took
his
glazed
hat
off
his
hook
,
looked
into
it
,
put
it
on
,
and
sat
down
.
`
Why
,
friends
all
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
staring
round
in
the
last
state
of
discomfiture
,
`
I
cut
and
run
from
there
!
´
`
And
no
one
knew
where
you
were
gone
,
Captain
Cuttle
?
´
cried
Walter
hastily
.
`
Bless
your
heart
,
Wal'r
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
shaking
his
head
,
`
she
'd
never
have
allowed
o
´
my
coming
to
take
charge
o
´
this
here
property
.
Nothing
could
be
done
but
cut
and
run
.
Lord
love
you
,
Wal'r
!
´
said
the
Captain
,
`
you
've
only
seen
her
in
a
calm
!
But
see
her
when
her
angry
passions
rise
—
and
make
a
note
on
!
´
`
I
'
d
give
it
her
!
´
remarked
the
Nipper
,
softly
.
`
Would
you
,
do
you
think
,
my
dear
?
´
returned
the
Captain
with
feeble
admiration
.
`
Well
,
my
dear
,
it
does
you
credit
.
But
there
ai
n't
no
wild
animal
I
would
sooner
face
myself
.
I
only
got
my
chest
away
by
means
of
a
friend
as
nobody
's
a
match
for
.
It
was
no
good
sending
any
letter
there
.
She
would
n't
take
in
any
letter
,
bless
you
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
`
under
them
circumstances
!
Why
,
you
could
hardly
make
it
worth
a
man
's
while
to
be
the
postman
!
´
`
Then
it
's
pretty
clear
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
that
all
of
us
,
and
you
and
Uncle
Sol
especially
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
may
thank
Mrs.
MacStinger
for
no
small
anxiety
.
´
The
general
obligation
in
this
wise
to
the
determined
relict
of
the
late
Mr.
MacStinger
,
was
so
apparent
,
that
the
Captain
did
not
contest
the
point
;
but
being
in
some
measure
ashamed
of
his
position
,
though
nobody
dwelt
upon
the
subject
,
and
Walter
especially
avoided
it
,
remembering
the
last
conversation
he
and
the
Captain
had
held
together
respecting
it
,
he
remained
under
a
cloud
for
nearly
five
minutes
—
an
extra-ordinary
period
for
him
—
when
that
sun
,
his
face
,
broke
out
once
more
,
shining
on
all
beholders
with
extraordinary
brilliancy
;
and
he
fell
into
a
fit
of
shaking
hands
with
everybody
over
and
over
again
.
At
an
early
hour
,
but
not
before
Uncle
Sol
and
Walter
had
questioned
each
other
at
some
length
about
their
voyages
and
dangers
,
they
all
,
except
Walter
,
vacated
Florence
's
room
,
and
went
down
to
the
parlour
.
Here
they
were
soon
afterwards
joined
by
Walter
,
who
told
them
Florence
was
a
little
sorrowful
and
heavy-hearted
,
and
had
gone
to
bed
.
Though
they
could
not
have
disturbed
her
with
their
voices
down
there
,
they
all
spoke
in
a
whisper
after
this
:
and
each
,
in
his
different
way
,
felt
very
lovingly
and
gently
towards
Walter
's
fair
young
bride
:
and
a
long
explanation
there
was
of
everything
relating
to
her
,
for
the
satisfaction
of
Uncle
Sol
;
and
very
sensible
Mr.
Toots
was
of
the
delicacy
with
which
Walter
made
his
name
and
services
important
,
and
his
presence
necessary
to
their
little
council
.
`
Mr.
Toots
,
´
said
Walter
,
on
parting
with
him
at
the
house
door
,
`
we
shall
see
each
other
to-morrow
morning
?
´
`
Lieutenant
Walters
,
´
returned
Mr.
Toots
,
grasping
his
hand
fervently
,
`
I
shall
certainly
be
present
.
´
`
This
is
the
last
night
we
shall
meet
for
a
long
time
—
the
last
night
we
may
ever
meet
,
´
said
Walter
.
`
Such
a
noble
heart
as
yours
,
must
feel
,
I
think
,
when
another
heart
is
bound
to
it
.
I
hope
you
know
that
I
am
very
grateful
to
you
?
´
`
Walters
,
´
replied
Mr.
Toots
,
quite
touched
,
`
I
should
be
glad
to
feel
that
you
had
reason
to
be
so
.
´
´
`
Florence
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
on
this
last
night
of
her
bearing
her
own
name
,
has
made
me
promise
—
it
was
only
just
now
,
when
you
left
us
together
—
that
I
would
tell
you
—
with
her
dear
love
—
´
Mr.
Toots
laid
his
hand
upon
the
doorpost
,
and
his
eyes
upon
his
hand
.
`
—
with
her
dear
love
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
that
she
can
never
have
a
friend
whom
she
will
value
above
you
.
That
the
recollection
of
your
true
consideration
for
her
always
,
can
never
be
forgotten
by
her
.
That
she
remembers
you
in
her
prayers
to-night
,
and
hopes
that
you
will
think
of
her
when
she
is
far
away
.
Shall
I
say
anything
for
you
?
´
`
Say
,
Walter
,
´
replied
Mr.
Toots
indistinctly
,
`
that
I
shall
think
of
her
every
day
,
but
never
without
feeling
happy
to
know
that
she
is
married
to
the
man
she
loves
,
and
who
loves
her
.
Say
,
if
you
please
,
that
I
am
sure
her
husband
deserves
her
—
even
her
!
—
and
that
I
am
glad
of
her
choice
.
´
Mr.
Toots
got
more
distinct
as
he
came
to
these
last
words
,
and
raising
his
eyes
from
the
doorpost
,
said
them
stoutly
.
He
then
shook
Walter
's
hand
again
with
a
fervour
that
Walter
was
not
slow
to
return
,
and
started
homeward
.
Mr.
Toots
was
accompanied
by
the
Chicken
,
whom
he
had
of
late
brought
with
him
every
evening
,
and
left
in
the
shop
,
with
an
idea
that
unforeseen
circumstances
might
arise
from
without
,
in
which
the
prowess
of
that
distinguished
character
would
be
of
service
to
the
Midshipman
.
The
Chicken
did
not
appear
to
be
in
a
particularly
good
humour
on
this
occasion
.
Either
the
gas-lamps
were
treacherous
,
or
he
cocked
his
eye
in
a
hideous
manner
,
and
likewise
distorted
his
nose
,
when
Mr.
Toots
,
crossing
the
road
,
looked
back
over
his
shoulder
at
the
room
where
Florence
slept
.
On
the
road
home
,
he
was
more
demonstrative
of
aggressive
intentions
against
the
other
foot-passengers
,
than
comported
with
a
professor
of
the
peaceful
art
of
self-defence
.
Arrived
at
home
,
instead
of
leaving
Mr.
Toots
in
his
apartments
when
he
had
escorted
him
thither
,
he
remained
before
him
weighing
his
white
hat
in
both
hands
by
the
brim
,
and
twitching
his
head
and
nose
(
both
of
which
had
been
many
times
broken
,
and
but
indifferently
repaired
)
,
with
an
air
of
decided
disrespect
.
His
patron
being
much
engaged
with
his
own
thoughts
,
did
not
observe
this
for
some
time
,
nor
indeed
until
the
Chicken
,
determined
not
to
be
overlooked
,
had
made
divers
clicking
sounds
with
his
tongue
and
teeth
,
to
attract
attention
.
`
Now
,
Master
,
´
said
the
Chicken
,
doggedly
,
when
he
,
at
length
,
caught
Mr.
Toot
's
eye
,
`
I
want
to
know
whether
this
here
gammon
is
to
finish
it
,
or
whether
you
're
a
going
in
to
win
?
´
`
Chicken
,
´
returned
Mr.
Toots
,
`
explain
yourself
.
´
`
Why
then
,
here
's
all
about
it
,
Master
,
´
said
the
Chicken
.
`
I
ai
n't
a
cove
to
chuck
a
word
away
.
Here
's
wot
it
is
.
Are
any
on
'
em
to
be
doubled
up
?
´
When
the
Chicken
put
this
question
he
dropped
his
hat
,
made
a
dodge
and
a
feint
with
his
left
hand
,
hit
a
supposed
enemy
a
violent
blow
with
his
right
,
shook
his
head
smartly
,
and
recovered
himself
.
`
Come
,
Master
,
´
said
the
Chicken
.
`
Is
it
to
be
gammon
or
pluck
?
Which
?
´
`
Chicken
,
´
returned
Mr.
Toots
,
`
your
expressions
are
coarse
,
and
your
meaning
is
obscure
.
´
`
Why
,
then
,
I
tell
you
what
,
Master
,
´
said
the
Chicken
.
`
This
is
where
it
is
.
It
's
mean
.
´
`
What
is
mean
,
Chicken
?
´
asked
Mr.
Toots
.
`
It
is
,
´
said
the
Chicken
,
with
a
frightful
corrugation
of
his
broken
nose
.
`
There
!
Now
,
Master
!
Wot
!
When
you
could
go
and
blow
on
this
here
match
to
the
stiff
'
un
;
´
by
which
depreciatory
appellation
it
has
been
since
supposed
that
the
Game
One
intended
to
signify
Mr.
Dombey
;
`
and
when
you
could
knock
the
winner
and
all
the
kit
of
'
em
dead
out
o
´
wind
and
time
,
are
you
going
to
give
in
?
To
give
in
?
´
said
the
Chicken
,
with
contemptuous
emphasis
.
`
Wy
,
it
's
mean
!
´
`
Chicken
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
severely
,
`
you
're
a
perfect
Vulture
!
Your
sentiments
are
atrocious
.
´
`
My
sentiments
is
Game
and
Fancy
,
Master
,
´
returned
the
Chicken
.
`
That
's
wot
my
sentiments
is
.
I
ca
n't
abear
a
meanness
.
I
'm
afore
the
public
,
I
'm
to
be
heerd
on
at
the
bar
of
the
Little
Helephant
,
and
no
Gov'ner
o
´
mine
must
n't
go
and
do
what
's
mean
.
Wy
,
it
's
mean
,
´
said
the
Chicken
,
with
increased
expression
.
`
That
's
where
it
is
.
It
's
mean
.
´
`
Chicken
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
You
disgust
me
.
´
`
Master
,
´
returned
the
Chicken
,
putting
on
his
hat
,
`
there
's
a
pair
on
us
,
then
.
Come
!
Here
's
a
offer
!
You
've
spoke
to
me
more
than
once't
or
twice't
about
the
public
line
.
Never
mind
!
Give
me
a
fi'typunnote
to-morrow
,
and
let
me
go
.
´
`
Chicken
,
´
returned
Mr.
Toots
,
`
after
the
odious
sentiments
you
have
expressed
,
I
shall
be
glad
to
part
on
such
terms
.
´
`
Done
then
,
´
said
the
Chicken
.
`
It
's
a
bargain
.
This
here
conduct
of
yourn
wo
n't
suit
my
book
,
Master
.
Wy
,
it
's
mean
,
´
said
the
Chicken
;
who
seemed
equally
unable
to
get
beyond
that
point
,
and
to
stop
short
of
it
.
`
That
's
where
it
is
;
it
's
mean
!
´
So
Mr.
Toots
and
the
Chicken
agreed
to
part
on
this
incompatibility
of
moral
perception
;
and
Mr.
Toots
lying
down
to
sleep
,
dreamed
happily
of
Florence
,
who
had
thought
of
him
as
her
friend
upon
the
last
night
of
her
maiden
life
,
and
who
had
sent
him
her
dear
love
.
CHAPTER
LVII
Another
Wedding
MR.
SOWNDS
the
beadle
,
and
Mrs.
Miff
the
pew-opener
,
are
early
at
their
posts
in
the
fine
church
where
Mr.
Dombey
was
married
.
A
yellow-faced
old
gentleman
from
India
,
is
going
to
take
unto
himself
a
young
wife
this
morning
,
and
six
carriages
full
of
company
are
expected
,
and
Mrs.
Miff
has
been
informed
that
the
yellow-faced
old
gentleman
could
pave
the
road
to
church
with
diamonds
and
hardly
miss
them
.
The
nuptial
benediction
is
to
be
a
superior
one
,
proceeding
from
a
very
reverend
,
a
dean
,
and
the
lady
is
to
be
given
away
,
as
an
extraordinary
present
,
by
somebody
who
comes
express
from
the
Horse
Guards
.
Mrs.
Miff
is
more
intolerant
of
common
people
this
morning
,
than
she
generally
is
;
and
she
has
always
strong
opinions
on
that
subject
,
for
it
is
associated
with
free
sittings
.
Mrs.
Miff
is
not
a
student
of
political
economy
(
she
thinks
the
science
is
connected
with
dissenters
;
`
Baptists
or
Wesleyans
,
or
some
o'them
,
´
she
says
)
,
but
she
can
never
understand
what
business
your
common
folks
have
to
be
married
.
`
Drat
'
em
,
´
says
Mrs.
Miff
,
`
you
read
the
same
things
over
'
em
,
and
instead
of
sovereigns
get
sixpences
!
´
Mr.
Sownds
the
beadle
is
more
liberal
than
Mrs.
Miff
—
but
then
he
is
nor
a
pew-opener
.
`
It
must
be
done
,
ma'am
,
´
he
says
.
`
We
must
marry
'
em
.
We
must
have
our
national
schools
to
walk
at
the
head
of
,
and
we
must
have
our
standing
armies
.
We
must
marry
'em
,
ma'am
,
´
says
Mr.
Sownds
,
`
and
keep
the
country
going
.
´
Mr.
Sownds
is
sitting
on
the
steps
and
Mrs.
Miff
is
dusting
in
the
church
,
when
a
young
couple
,
plainly
dressed
,
come
in
.
The
mortified
bonnet
of
Mrs.
Miff
is
sharply
turned
towards
them
,
for
she
espies
in
this
early
visit
indications
of
a
runaway
match
.
But
they
do
n't
want
to
be
married
—
`
Only
,
´
says
the
gentleman
,
`
to
walk
round
the
church
.
´
And
as
he
slips
a
genteel
compliment
into
the
palm
of
Mrs.
Miff
,
her
vinegary
face
relaxes
,
and
her
mortified
bonnet
and
her
spare
dry
figure
dip
and
crackle
.
Mrs.
Miff
resumes
her
dusting
and
plumps
up
her
cushions
—
for
the
yellow-faced
old
gentleman
is
reported
to
have
tender
knees
—
but
keeps
her
glazed
,
pew-opening
eye
on
the
young
couple
who
are
walking
round
the
church
.
`
Ahem
,
´
coughs
Mrs.
Miff
,
whose
cough
is
drier
than
the
hay
in
any
hassock
in
her
charge
,
`
you
'll
come
to
us
one
of
these
mornings
,
my
dears
,
unless
I
'm
much
mistaken
!
´
They
are
looking
at
a
tablet
on
the
wall
,
erected
to
the
memory
of
some
one
dead
.
They
are
a
long
way
off
from
Mrs.
Miff
,
but
Mrs.
Miff
can
see
with
half
an
eye
how
she
is
leaning
on
his
arm
,
and
how
his
head
is
bent
down
over
her
.
`
Well
,
well
,
´
says
Mrs.
Miff
,
`
you
might
do
worse
.
For
you
're
a
tidy
pair
!
´
There
is
nothing
personal
in
Mrs.
Miff
's
remark
.
She
merely
speaks
of
stock-in-trade
.
She
is
hardly
more
curious
in
couples
than
in
coffins
.
She
is
such
a
spare
,
straight
,
dry
old
lady
—
such
a
pew
of
a
woman
—
that
you
should
find
as
many
individual
sympathies
in
a
ship
.
Mr.
Sownds
,
now
,
who
is
fleshy
,
and
has
scarlet
in
his
coat
,
is
of
a
different
temperament
.
He
says
,
as
they
stand
upon
the
steps
watching
the
young
couple
away
,
that
she
has
a
pretty
figure
,
has
n't
she
,
and
as
well
as
he
could
se
(
for
she
held
her
head
down
coming
out
)
,
an
uncommon
pretty
face
.
`
Altogether
,
Mrs.
Miff
,
´
says
Mr.
Sownds
with
a
relish
,
`
she
is
what
you
may
call
a
rose-bud
.
´
Mrs.
Miff
assents
with
a
spare
nod
of
her
mortified
bonnet
;
but
approves
of
this
so
little
,
that
she
inwardly
resolves
she
would
n't
be
the
wife
of
Mr.
Sownds
for
any
money
he
could
give
her
,
Beadle
as
he
is
.
And
what
are
the
young
couple
saying
as
they
leave
the
church
,
and
go
out
at
the
gate
?
`
Dear
Walter
,
thank
you
!
I
can
go
away
,
now
,
happy
.
´
`
And
when
we
come
back
,
Florence
,
we
will
come
and
see
his
grave
again
.
´
Florence
lifts
her
eyes
,
so
bright
with
tears
,
to
his
kind
face
;
and
clasps
her
disengaged
hand
on
that
other
modest
little
hand
which
clasps
his
arm
.
`
It
is
very
early
,
Walter
,
and
the
streets
are
almost
empty
yet
.
Let
us
walk
.
´
`
But
you
will
be
so
tired
,
my
love
.
´
`
Oh
no
!
I
was
very
tired
the
first
time
that
we
ever
walked
together
,
but
I
shall
not
be
so
to-day
.
´
And
thus
—
not
much
changed
—
she
,
as
innocent
and
earnest-hearted
—
he
,
as
frank
,
as
hopeful
,
and
more
proud
of
her
—
Florence
and
Walter
,
on
their
bridal
morning
,
walk
through
the
streets
together
.
Not
even
in
that
childish
walk
of
long
ago
,
were
they
so
far
removed
from
all
the
world
about
them
as
to-day
.
The
childish
feet
of
long
ago
,
did
not
tread
such
enchanted
ground
as
theirs
do
now
.
The
confidence
and
love
of
children
may
be
given
many
times
,
and
will
spring
up
in
many
places
;
but
the
woman
's
heart
of
Florence
,
with
its
undivided
treasure
,
can
be
yielded
only
once
,
and
under
slight
or
change
,
can
only
droop
and
die
.
They
take
the
streets
that
are
the
quietest
,
and
do
not
go
near
that
in
which
her
old
home
stands
.
It
is
a
fair
,
warm
summer
morning
,
and
the
sun
shines
on
them
,
as
they
walk
towards
the
darkening
mist
that
overspreads
the
City
.
Riches
are
uncovering
in
shops
;
jewels
,
gold
,
and
silver
flash
in
the
goldsmith
's
sunny
windows
;
and
great
houses
cast
a
stately
shade
upon
them
as
they
pass
.
But
through
the
light
,
and
through
the
shade
,
they
go
on
lovingly
together
,
lost
to
everything
around
;
thinking
of
no
other
riches
,
and
no
prouder
home
,
than
they
have
now
in
one
another
.
Gradually
they
come
into
the
darker
,
narrower
streets
,
where
the
sun
,
now
yellow
,
and
now
red
,
is
seen
through
the
mist
,
only
at
street
corners
,
and
in
small
open
spaces
where
there
is
a
tree
,
or
one
of
the
innumerable
churches
,
or
a
paved
way
and
a
flight
of
steps
,
or
a
curious
little
patch
of
garden
,
or
a
burying-ground
,
where
the
few
tombs
and
tombstones
are
almost
black
.
Lovingly
and
trustfully
,
through
all
the
narrow
yards
and
alleys
and
the
shady
streets
,
Florence
goes
,
clinging
to
his
arm
,
to
be
his
wife
.
Her
heart
beats
quicker
now
,
for
Walter
tells
her
that
their
church
is
very
near
.
They
pass
a
few
great
stacks
of
ware-houses
,
with
waggons
at
the
doors
,
and
busy
carmen
stopping
up
the
way
—
but
Florence
does
not
see
or
hear
them
—
and
then
the
air
is
quiet
,
and
the
day
is
darkened
,
and
she
is
trembling
in
a
church
which
has
a
strange
smell
like
a
cellar
.
The
Shabby
little
old
man
,
ringer
of
the
disappointed
bell
,
is
standing
in
the
porch
,
and
has
put
his
hat
in
the
font
—
for
he
is
quite
at
home
there
,
being
sexton
.
He
ushers
them
into
an
old
brown
,
panelled
,
dusty
vestry
,
like
a
corner-cupboard
with
the
shelves
taken
out
;
where
the
wormy
registers
diffuse
a
smell
like
faded
snuff
,
which
has
set
the
tearful
Nipper
sneezing
.
Youthful
,
and
how
beautiful
,
the
young
bride
looks
,
in
this
old
dusty
place
,
with
no
kindred
object
near
her
but
her
husband
.
There
is
a
dusty
old
clerk
,
who
keeps
a
sort
of
evaporated
news
shop
underneath
an
archway
opposite
,
behind
a
perfect
fortification
of
posts
.
There
is
a
dusty
old
pew-opener
who
only
keeps
herself
,
and
finds
that
quite
enough
to
do
.
There
is
a
dusty
old
beadle
(
these
are
Mr.
Toots
's
beadle
and
pew-opener
of
last
Sunday
)
,
who
has
something
to
do
with
a
Worshipful
Company
who
have
got
a
Hall
in
the
Next
yard
,
with
a
stained-glass
window
in
it
that
no
mortal
ever
saw
.
There
are
dusty
wooden
ledges
and
cornices
poked
in
and
out
over
the
altar
,
and
over
the
screen
and
round
the
gallery
,
and
over
the
inscription
about
what
the
Master
and
Wardens
of
the
Worshipful
Company
did
in
one
thousand
six
hundred
and
ninety-four
.
There
are
dusty
old
sounding-boards
over
the
pulpit
and
reading-desk
,
looking
like
lids
to
be
let
down
on
the
officiating
ministers
,
in
case
of
their
giving
offence
.
There
is
every
possible
provision
for
the
accommodation
of
dust
,
except
in
the
churchyard
,
where
the
facilities
in
that
respect
are
very
limited
.
The
Captain
,
Uncle
Sol
,
and
Mr.
Toots
are
come
;
the
clergyman
is
putting
on
his
surplice
in
the
vestry
,
while
the
clerk
walks
round
him
,
blowing
the
dust
off
it
;
and
the
bride
and
bridegroom
stand
before
the
altar
.
There
is
no
brides-maid
,
unless
Susan
Nipper
is
one
;
and
no
better
father
than
Captain
Cuttle
.
A
man
with
a
wooden
leg
,
chewing
a
faint
apple
and
carrying
a
blue
bag
in
his
hand
,
looks
in
to
see
what
is
going
on
;
but
finding
it
nothing
entertaining
,
stumps
off
again
,
and
pegs
his
way
among
the
echoes
out
of
doors
.
No
gracious
ray
of
light
is
seen
to
fall
on
Florence
,
kneeling
at
the
altar
with
her
timid
head
bowed
down
.
The
Morning
luminary
is
built
out
,
and
do
n't
shine
there
.
There
is
a
meagre
tree
outside
,
where
the
sparrows
are
chirping
a
little
;
and
there
is
a
blackbird
in
an
eyelet-hole
of
sun
in
a
dyer
's
garret
,
over
against
the
window
,
who
whistles
loudly
whilst
the
service
is
performing
;
and
there
is
the
man
with
the
wooden
leg
stumping
away
.
The
amens
of
the
dusty
clerk
appear
,
like
MacBeth
's
,
to
stick
in
his
throat
a
little
;
but
Captain
Cuttle
helps
him
out
,
and
does
it
with
so
much
goodwill
that
he
interpolates
three
entirely
new
responses
of
that
word
,
never
introduced
into
the
service
before
.
They
are
married
,
and
have
signed
their
names
in
one
of
the
old
sneezy
registers
,
and
the
clergyman
's
surplice
is
restored
to
the
dust
,
and
the
clergyman
is
gone
home
.
In
a
dark
corner
of
the
dark
church
,
Florence
has
turned
to
Susan
Nipper
,
and
is
weeping
in
her
arms
.
Mr.
Toots
's
eyes
are
red
.
The
Captain
lubricates
his
nose
.
Uncle
Sol
has
pulled
down
his
spectacles
from
his
forehead
,
and
walked
out
to
the
door
.
`
God
bless
you
,
Susan
;
dearest
Susan
!
If
you
ever
can
bear
witness
to
the
love
I
have
for
Walter
,
and
the
reason
that
I
have
to
love
him
,
do
it
for
his
sake
.
Good-bye
!
Good-bye
!
´
They
have
thought
it
better
not
to
go
back
to
the
Midshipman
,
but
to
part
so
;
a
coach
is
waiting
for
them
,
near
at
hand
.
Miss
Nipper
cannot
speak
;
she
only
sobs
and
chokes
,
and
hugs
her
mistress
.
Mr.
Toots
advances
,
urges
her
to
cheer
up
,
and
takes
charge
of
her
.
Florence
gives
him
her
hand
—
gives
him
,
in
the
fulness
of
her
heart
,
her
lips
—
kisses
Uncle
Sol
,
and
Captain
Cuttle
,
and
is
borne
away
by
her
young
husband
.
But
Susan
cannot
bear
that
Florence
should
go
away
with
a
mournful
recollection
of
her
.
She
had
meant
to
be
so
different
,
that
she
reproaches
herself
bitterly
.
Intent
on
making
one
last
effort
to
redeem
her
character
,
she
breaks
from
Mr.
Toots
and
runs
away
to
find
the
coach
,
and
show
a
parting
smile
.
The
Captain
,
divining
her
object
,
sets
off
after
her
;
for
he
feels
it
his
duty
also
to
dismiss
them
with
a
cheer
,
if
possible
.
Uncle
Sol
and
Mr.
Toots
are
left
behind
together
,
outside
the
church
,
to
wait
for
them
.
The
coach
is
gone
,
but
the
street
is
steep
,
and
narrow
,
and
blocked
up
,
and
Susan
can
see
it
at
a
stand-still
in
the
distance
,
she
is
sure
.
Captain
Cuttle
follows
her
as
she
flies
down
the
hill
,
and
waves
his
glazed
hat
as
a
general
signal
,
which
may
attract
the
right
coach
and
which
may
not
.
Susan
outstrips
the
Captain
,
and
comes
up
with
it
.
She
looks
in
at
the
window
,
sees
Walter
,
with
the
gentle
face
beside
him
,
and
claps
her
hands
and
screams
:
`
Miss
Floy
,
my
darling
!
look
at
me
!
We
are
all
so
happy
now
,
dear
!
One
more
good-bye
,
my
precious
,
one
more
!
´
How
Susan
does
it
,
she
do
n't
know
,
but
she
reaches
to
the
window
,
kisses
her
,
and
has
her
arms
about
her
neck
,
in
a
moment
.
`
We
are
all
so
—
so
happy
now
,
my
dear
Miss
Floy
!
´
says
Susan
,
with
a
suspicious
catching
in
her
breath
.
`
You
,
you
wo
n't
be
angry
with
me
now
.
Now
will
you
?
´
`
Angry
,
Susan
!
´
`
No
,
no
;
I
am
sure
you
wo
n't
.
I
say
you
wo
n't
,
my
pet
,
my
dearest
!
´
exclaims
Susan
;
`
and
here
's
the
Captain
too
—
your
friend
the
Captain
,
you
know
—
to
say
good-bye
once
more
!
´
`
Hooroar
,
my
Heart
's
Delight
!
´
vociferates
the
Captain
,
with
a
countenance
of
strong
emotion
.
`
Hooroar
,
Wal'r
my
lad
.
Hooroar
!
Hooroar
!
´
What
with
the
young
husband
at
one
window
,
and
the
young
wife
at
the
other
;
the
Captain
hanging
on
at
this
door
,
and
Susan
Nipper
holding
fast
by
that
;
the
coach
obliged
to
go
on
whether
it
will
or
no
,
and
all
the
other
carts
and
coaches
turbulent
because
it
hesitates
;
there
never
was
so
much
confusion
on
four
wheels
.
But
Susan
Nipper
gallantly
maintains
her
point
.
She
keeps
a
smiling
face
upon
her
mistress
,
smiling
through
her
tears
,
until
the
last
.
Even
when
she
is
left
behind
,
the
Captain
continues
to
appear
and
disappear
at
the
door
,
crying
`
Hooroar
,
my
lad
!
Hooroar
,
my
Heart
's
Delight
!
´
with
his
shirt-collar
in
a
violent
state
of
agitation
,
until
it
is
hopeless
to
attempt
to
keep
up
with
the
coach
any
longer
.
Finally
,
when
the
coach
is
gone
,
Susan
Nipper
,
being
rejoined
by
the
Captain
,
falls
into
a
state
of
insensibility
,
and
is
taken
into
a
baker
's
shop
to
recover
.
Uncle
Sol
and
Mr.
Toots
wait
patiently
in
the
churchyard
,
sitting
on
the
coping-stone
of
the
railings
,
until
Captain
Cuttle
and
Susan
come
back
.
Neither
being
at
all
desirous
to
speak
,
or
to
be
spoken
to
,
they
are
excellent
company
,
and
quite
satisfied
.
When
they
all
arrive
again
at
the
little
Midshipman
,
and
sit
down
to
breakfast
,
nobody
can
touch
a
morsel
.
Captain
Cuttle
makes
a
feint
of
being
voracious
about
toast
,
but
gives
it
up
as
a
swindle
.
Mr.
Toots
says
,
after
breakfast
,
he
will
come
back
in
the
evening
;
and
goes
wandering
about
the
town
all
day
,
with
a
vague
sensation
upon
him
as
if
he
had
n't
been
to
bed
for
a
fortnight
.
There
is
a
strange
charm
in
the
house
,
and
in
the
room
,
in
which
they
have
been
used
to
be
together
,
and
out
of
which
so
much
is
gone
.
It
aggravates
,
and
yet
it
soothes
,
the
sorrow
of
the
separation
.
Mr.
Toots
tells
Susan
Nipper
when
he
comes
at
night
,
that
he
has
n't
been
so
wretched
all
day
long
,
and
yet
he
likes
it
.
He
confides
in
Susan
Nipper
,
being
alone
with
her
,
and
tells
her
what
his
feelings
were
when
she
gave
him
that
candid
opinion
as
to
the
probability
of
Miss
Dombey
's
ever
loving
him
.
In
the
vein
of
confidence
engendered
by
these
common
recollections
,
and
their
tears
,
Mr.
Toots
proposes
that
they
shall
go
out
together
,
and
buy
something
for
supper
.
Miss
Nipper
assenting
,
they
buy
a
good
many
little
things
;
and
,
with
the
aid
of
Mrs.
Richards
,
set
the
supper
out
quite
showily
before
the
Captain
and
old
Sol
came
home
.
The
Captain
and
old
Sol
have
been
on
board
the
ship
,
and
have
established
Di
there
,
and
have
seen
the
chests
put
aboard
.
They
have
much
to
tell
about
the
popularity
of
Walter
,
and
the
comforts
he
will
have
about
him
,
and
the
quiet
way
in
which
it
seems
he
has
been
working
early
and
late
,
to
make
his
cabin
what
the
Captain
calls
`
a
picter
,
´
to
surprise
his
little
wife
.
`
A
admiral
's
cabin
,
mind
you
,
´
says
the
Captain
,
`
ai
n't
more
trim
.
´
But
one
of
the
Captain
's
chief
delights
is
,
that
he
knows
the
big
watch
,
and
the
sugar-tongs
,
and
tea-spoons
,
are
on
board
:
and
again
and
again
he
murmurs
to
himself
,
`
Ed'ard
Cuttle
,
my
lad
,
you
never
shaped
a
better
course
in
your
life
than
when
you
made
that
there
little
property
over
jintly
.
You
see
how
the
land
bore
,
Ed'ard
,
´
says
the
Captain
,
`
and
it
does
you
credit
,
my
lad
.
´
The
old
Instrument-maker
is
more
distraught
and
misty
than
he
used
to
be
,
and
takes
the
marriage
and
the
parting
very
much
to
heart
.
But
he
is
greatly
comforted
by
having
his
old
ally
,
Ned
Cuttle
,
at
his
side
;
and
he
sits
down
to
supper
with
a
grateful
and
contented
face
.
`
My
boy
has
been
preserved
and
thrives
,
´
says
old
Sol
Gills
,
rubbing
his
hands
.
`
What
right
have
I
to
be
otherwise
than
thankful
and
happy
!
´
The
Captain
,
who
has
not
yet
taken
his
seat
at
the
table
,
but
who
has
been
fidgeting
about
for
some
time
,
and
now
stands
hesitating
in
his
place
,
looks
doubtfully
at
Mr.
Gills
,
and
says
:
`
Sol
!
There
's
the
last
bottle
of
the
old
Madeira
down
below
.
Would
you
wish
to
have
it
up
to-night
,
my
boy
,
and
drink
to
Wal'r
and
his
wife
?
´
The
Instrument-maker
,
looking
wistfully
at
the
Captain
,
puts
his
hand
into
the
breast-pocket
of
his
coffee-coloured
coat
,
brings
forth
his
pocket-book
,
and
takes
a
letter
out
.
`
To
Mr.
Dombey
,
´
says
the
old
man
.
`
From
Walter
.
To
be
sent
in
three
weeks
´
time
.
I
'll
read
it
.
´
`
”
Sir
.
I
am
married
to
your
daughter
.
She
is
gone
with
me
upon
a
distant
voyage
.
To
be
devoted
to
her
is
to
have
no
claim
on
her
or
you
,
but
God
knows
that
I
am
.
`
”
Why
,
loving
her
beyond
all
earthly
things
,
I
have
yet
,
without
remorse
,
united
her
to
the
uncertainties
and
dangers
of
my
life
,
I
will
not
say
to
you
.
You
know
why
,
and
you
are
her
father
.
`
”
Do
not
reproach
her
.
She
has
never
reproached
you
.
`
”
I
do
not
think
or
hope
that
you
will
ever
forgive
me
.
There
is
nothing
I
expect
less
.
But
if
an
hour
should
come
when
it
will
comfort
you
to
believe
that
Florence
has
some
one
ever
near
her
,
the
great
charge
of
whose
life
is
to
cancel
her
remembrance
of
past
sorrow
,
I
solemnly
assure
you
,
you
may
,
in
that
hour
,
rest
in
that
belief
.
”
´
Solomon
puts
back
the
letter
carefully
in
his
pocket-book
,
and
puts
back
his
pocket-book
in
his
coat
.
`
We
wo
n't
drink
the
last
bottle
of
the
old
Madeira
yet
,
Ned
,
´
says
the
old
man
thoughtfully
.
`
Not
yet
.
´
`
Not
yet
,
´
assents
the
Captain
.
`
No.
Not
yet
.
´
Susan
and
Mr.
Toots
are
of
the
same
opinion
.
After
a
silence
they
all
sit
down
to
supper
,
and
drink
to
the
young
husband
and
wife
in
something
else
;
and
the
last
bottle
of
the
old
Madeira
still
remains
among
its
dust
and
cobwebs
,
undisturbed
.
A
few
days
have
elapsed
,
and
a
stately
ship
is
out
at
sea
,
spreading
its
white
wings
to
the
favouring
wind
.
Upon
the
deck
,
image
to
the
roughest
man
on
board
of
something
that
is
graceful
,
beautiful
,
and
harmless
—
something
that
it
is
good
and
pleasant
to
have
there
,
and
that
should
make
the
voyage
prosperous
—
is
Florence
.
It
is
night
,
and
she
and
Walter
sit
alone
,
watching
the
solemn
path
of
light
upon
the
sea
between
them
and
the
moon
.
At
length
she
cannot
see
it
plainly
,
for
the
tears
that
fill
her
eyes
;
and
then
she
lays
her
head
down
on
his
breast
,
and
puts
her
arms
around
his
neck
,
saying
,
`
Oh
Walter
,
dearest
love
,
I
am
so
happy
!
´
Her
husband
holds
her
to
his
heart
,
and
they
are
very
quiet
,
and
the
stately
ship
goes
on
serenely
.
`
As
I
hear
the
sea
,
´
says
Florence
,
`
and
sit
watching
it
,
it
brings
so
many
days
into
my
mind
.
It
makes
me
think
so
much
—
—
´
`
Of
Paul
,
my
love
.
I
know
it
does
.
´
Of
Paul
and
Walter
.
And
the
voices
in
the
waves
are
always
whispering
to
Florence
,
in
their
ceaseless
murmuring
,
of
love
—
of
love
,
eternal
and
illimitable
,
not
bounded
by
the
confines
of
this
world
,
or
by
the
end
of
time
,
but
ranging
still
,
beyond
the
sea
,
beyond
the
sky
,
to
the
invisible
country
far
away
!
CHAPTER
LVIII
After
a
Lapse
THE
sea
had
ebbed
and
flowed
,
through
a
whole
year
.
Through
a
whole
year
,
the
winds
and
clouds
had
come
and
gone
;
the
ceaseless
work
of
Time
had
been
performed
,
in
storm
and
sunshine
.
Through
a
whole
year
,
the
tides
of
human
chance
and
change
had
set
in
their
allotted
courses
.
Through
a
whole
year
,
the
famous
House
of
Dombey
and
Son
had
fought
a
fight
for
life
,
against
cross
accidents
,
doubtful
rumours
,
unsuccessful
ventures
,
unpropitious
times
,
and
most
of
all
,
against
the
infatuation
of
its
head
,
who
would
not
contract
its
enterprises
by
a
hair
's
breadth
,
and
would
not
listen
to
a
word
of
warning
that
the
ship
he
strained
so
hard
against
the
storm
,
was
weak
,
and
could
not
bear
it
.
The
year
was
out
,
and
the
great
House
was
down
.
One
summer
afternoon
;
a
year
,
wanting
some
odd
days
,
after
the
marriage
in
the
City
church
;
there
was
a
buzz
and
whisper
upon
'
Change
of
a
great
failure
.
A
certain
cold
proud
man
,
well
known
there
,
was
not
there
,
nor
was
he
represented
there
.
Next
day
it
was
noised
abroad
that
Dombey
and
Son
had
stopped
,
and
next
night
there
was
a
List
of
Bankrupts
published
,
headed
by
that
name
.
The
world
was
very
busy
now
,
in
sooth
,
and
had
a
deal
to
say
.
It
was
an
innocently
credulous
and
a
much
ill-used
world
.
It
was
a
world
in
which
there
was
no
other
sort
of
bankruptcy
whatever
.
There
were
no
conspicuous
people
in
it
,
trading
far
and
wide
on
rotten
banks
of
religion
,
patriotism
,
virtue
,
honour
.
There
was
no
amount
worth
mentioning
of
mere
paper
in
circulation
,
on
which
anybody
lived
pretty
handsomely
,
promising
to
pay
great
sums
of
goodness
with
no
effects
.
There
was
no
shortcomings
anywhere
,
in
anything
but
money
.
The
world
was
very
angry
indeed
;
and
the
people
especially
,
who
,
in
a
worse
world
,
might
have
been
supposed
to
be
bankrupt
traders
themselves
in
shows
and
pretences
,
were
observed
to
be
mightily
indignant
.
Here
was
a
new
inducement
to
dissipation
,
presented
to
that
sport
of
circumstances
,
Mr.
Perch
the
Messenger
!
It
was
apparently
the
fate
of
Mr.
Perch
to
be
always
waking
up
,
and
finding
himself
famous
.
He
had
but
yesterday
,
as
one
might
say
,
subsided
into
private
life
from
the
celebrity
of
the
elopement
and
the
events
that
followed
it
;
and
now
he
was
made
a
more
important
man
than
ever
,
by
the
bankruptcy
.
Gliding
from
his
bracket
in
the
outer
office
where
he
now
sat
,
watching
the
strange
faces
of
accountants
and
others
,
who
quickly
superseded
nearly
all
the
old
clerks
,
Mr.
Perch
had
but
to
show
himself
in
the
court
outside
,
or
,
at
farthest
,
in
the
bar
of
the
King
's
Arms
,
to
be
asked
a
multitude
of
questions
,
almost
certain
to
include
that
interesting
question
,
what
would
he
take
to
drink
?
Then
would
Mr.
Perch
descant
upon
the
hours
of
acute
uneasiness
he
and
Mrs.
Perch
had
suffered
out
