handswith
him
,
and
asked
him
if
he
would
remember
to
tell
his
good
papa
,
with
his
best
compliments
,
that
he
,
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
,
had
said
he
hoped
the
two
young
gentlemen
would
become
intimately
acquainted
.
Lady
Skettles
kissed
him
,
and
parted
his
hair
upon
his
brow
,
and
held
him
in
her
arms
;
and
even
Mrs.
Baps
—
poor
Mrs.
Baps
!
Paul
was
glad
of
that
—
came
over
from
beside
the
music-book
of
the
gentleman
who
played
the
harp
,
and
took
leave
of
him
quite
as
heartily
as
anybody
in
the
room
.
`
Good-bye
,
Doctor
Blimber
,
´
said
Paul
,
stretching
out
his
hand
.
`
Good-bye
,
my
little
friend
,
´
returned
the
Doctor
.
`
I
'm
very
much
obliged
to
you
,
Sir
,
´
said
Paul
,
looking
innocently
up
into
his
awful
face
.
`
Ask
them
to
take
care
of
Diogenes
,
if
you
please
.
´
Diogenes
was
the
dog
:
who
had
never
in
his
life
received
a
friend
into
his
confidence
,
before
Paul
.
The
Doctor
promised
that
every
attention
should
be
paid
to
Diogenes
in
Paul
's
absence
,
and
Paul
having
again
thanked
him
,
and
shaken
hands
with
him
,
bade
adieu
to
Mrs.
Blimber
and
Cornelia
with
such
heartfelt
earnestness
that
Mrs.
Blimber
forgot
from
that
moment
to
mention
Cicero
to
Lady
Skettles
,
though
she
had
fully
intended
it
all
the
evening
.
Cornelia
,
taking
both
Paul
's
hands
in
hers
,
said
,
`
Dombey
,
Dombey
,
you
have
always
been
my
favourite
pupil
.
God
bless
you
!
´
And
it
showed
,
Paul
thought
,
how
easily
one
might
do
injustice
to
a
person
;
for
Miss
Blimber
meant
it
—
though
she
was
a
Forcer
.
A
buzz
then
went
round
among
the
young
gentlemen
,
of
`
Dombey
's
going
!
´
`
Little
Dombey
's
going
!
´
and
there
was
a
general
move
after
Paul
and
Florence
down
the
staircase
and
into
the
hall
,
in
which
the
whole
Blimber
family
were
included
.
Such
a
circumstance
,
Mr.
Feeder
said
aloud
,
as
had
never
happened
in
the
case
of
any
former
young
gentleman
within
his
experience
;
but
it
would
be
difficult
to
say
if
this
were
sober
fact
or
custard-cups
.
The
servants
,
with
the
butler
at
their
head
,
had
all
an
interest
in
seeing
Little
Dombey
go
;
and
even
the
weak-eyed
young
man
,
taking
out
his
books
and
trunks
to
the
coach
that
was
to
carry
him
and
Florence
to
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
for
the
night
,
melted
visibly
.
Not
even
the
influence
of
the
softer
passion
on
the
young
gentlemen
—
and
they
all
,
to
a
boy
,
doated
on
Florence
—
could
restrain
them
from
taking
quite
a
noisy
leave
of
Paul
;
waving
hats
after
him
,
pressing
downstairs
to
shake
hands
with
him
,
crying
individually
`
Dombey
,
do
n't
forget
me
!
´
and
indulging
in
many
such
ebullitions
of
feeling
,
uncommon
among
those
young
Chesterfields
.
Paul
whispered
Florence
,
as
she
wrapped
him
up
before
the
door
was
opened
,
Did
she
hear
them
?
Would
she
ever
forget
it
?
Was
she
glad
to
know
it
?
And
a
lively
delight
was
in
his
eyes
as
he
spoke
to
her
.
Once
,
for
a
last
look
,
he
turned
and
gazed
upon
the
faces
thus
addressed
to
him
,
surprised
to
see
how
shining
and
how
bright
,
and
numerous
they
were
,
and
how
they
were
all
piled
and
heaped
up
,
as
faces
are
at
crowded
theatres
.
They
swam
before
him
as
he
looked
,
like
faces
in
an
agitated
glass
;
and
next
moment
he
was
in
the
dark
coach
outside
,
holding
close
to
Florence
.
From
that
time
,
whenever
he
thought
of
Doctor
Blimber
's
,
it
came
back
as
he
had
seen
it
in
this
last
view
;
and
it
never
seemed
to
be
a
real
place
again
,
but
always
a
dream
,
full
of
eyes
.
This
was
not
quite
the
last
of
Doctor
Blimber
's
,
however
.
There
was
something
else
.
There
was
Mr.
Toots
.
Who
,
unexpectedly
letting
down
one
of
the
coach-windows
,
and
looking
in
,
said
,
with
a
most
egregious
chuckle
,
`
Is
Dombey
there
?
´
and
immediately
put
it
up
again
,
without
waiting
for
an
answer
.
Nor
was
this
quite
the
last
of
Mr.
Toots
,
even
;
for
before
the
coachman
could
drive
off
,
he
as
suddenly
let
down
the
other
window
,
and
looking
in
with
a
precisely
similar
chuckle
,
said
in
a
precisely
similar
tone
of
voice
,
`
Is
Dombey
there
?
'
and
disappeared
precisely
as
before
.
How
Florence
laughed
!
Paul
often
remembered
it
,
and
laughed
himself
whenever
he
did
so
.
But
there
was
much
,
soon
afterwards
—
next
day
,
and
after
that
—
which
Paul
could
only
recollect
confusedly
.
As
,
why
they
stayed
at
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
days
and
nights
,
instead
of
going
home
;
why
he
lay
in
bed
,
with
Florence
sitting
by
his
side
;
whether
that
had
been
his
father
in
the
room
,
or
only
a
tall
shadow
on
the
wall
;
whether
he
had
heard
his
doctor
say
,
of
some
one
,
that
if
they
had
removed
him
before
the
occasion
on
which
he
had
built
up
fancies
,
strong
in
proportion
to
his
own
weakness
,
it
was
very
possible
he
might
have
pined
away
.
He
could
not
even
remember
whether
he
had
often
said
to
Florence
,
`
Oh
Floy
,
take
me
home
,
and
never
leave
me
!
´
but
he
thought
he
had
.
He
fancied
sometimes
he
had
heard
himself
repeating
,
`
Take
me
home
,
Floy
!
take
me
home
!
´
But
he
could
remember
,
when
he
got
home
,
and
was
carried
up
the
well-remembered
stairs
,
that
there
had
been
the
rumbling
of
a
coach
for
many
hours
together
,
while
he
lay
upon
the
seat
,
with
Florence
still
beside
him
,
and
old
Mrs.
Pipchin
sitting
opposite
.
He
remembered
his
old
bed
too
,
when
they
laid
him
down
in
it
:
his
aunt
,
Miss
Tox
,
and
Susan
:
but
there
was
something
else
,
and
recent
too
,
that
still
perplexed
him
.
`
I
want
to
speak
to
Florence
,
if
you
please
,
´
he
said
.
`
To
Florence
by
herself
,
for
a
moment
!
´
She
bent
down
over
him
,
and
the
others
stood
away
.
`
Floy
,
my
pet
,
was
n't
that
Papa
in
the
hall
,
when
they
brought
me
from
the
coach
?
´
`
Yes
,
dear
.
´
`
He
did
n't
cry
,
and
go
into
his
room
,
Floy
,
did
he
,
when
he
saw
me
coming
in
?
´
Florence
shook
her
head
,
and
pressed
her
lips
against
his
cheek
.
`
I
'm
very
glad
he
did
n't
cry
,
´
said
little
Paul
.
`
I
thought
he
did
.
Do
n't
tell
them
that
I
asked
.
´
CHAPTER
XV
Amazing
Artfulness
of
Captain
Cuttle
,
and
a
new
Pursuit
for
Walter
Gay
WALTER
could
not
,
for
several
days
,
decide
what
to
do
in
the
Barbados
business
;
and
even
cherished
some
faint
hope
that
Mr.
Dombey
might
not
have
meant
what
he
had
said
,
or
that
he
might
change
his
mind
,
and
tell
him
he
was
not
to
go
.
But
as
nothing
occurred
to
give
this
idea
(
which
was
sufficiently
improbable
in
itself
)
any
touch
of
confirmation
,
and
as
time
was
slipping
by
,
and
he
had
none
to
lose
,
he
felt
that
he
must
act
,
without
hesitating
any
longer
.
Walter
's
chief
difficulty
was
,
how
to
break
the
change
in
his
affairs
to
Uncle
Sol
,
to
whom
he
was
sensible
it
would
be
a
terrible
blow
.
He
had
the
greater
difficulty
in
dashing
Uncle
Sol
's
spirits
with
such
an
astounding
piece
of
intelligence
,
because
they
had
lately
recovered
very
much
,
and
the
old
man
had
become
so
cheerful
,
that
the
little
back
parlour
was
itself
again
.
Uncle
Sol
had
paid
the
first
appointed
portion
of
the
debt
to
Mr.
Dombey
,
and
was
hopeful
of
working
his
way
through
the
rest
;
and
to
cast
him
down
afresh
,
when
he
had
sprung
up
so
manfully
from
his
troubles
,
was
a
very
distressing
necessity
.
Yet
it
would
never
do
to
run
away
from
him
.
He
must
know
of
it
beforehand
:
and
how
to
tell
him
was
the
point
.
As
to
the
question
of
going
or
not
going
,
Walter
did
not
consider
that
he
had
any
power
of
choice
in
the
matter
.
Mr.
Dombey
had
truly
told
him
that
he
was
young
,
and
that
his
uncle
's
circumstances
were
not
good
;
and
Mr.
Dombey
had
plainly
expressed
,
in
the
glance
with
which
he
had
accompanied
that
reminder
,
that
if
he
declined
to
go
he
might
stay
at
home
if
he
chose
,
but
not
in
his
counting-house
.
His
uncle
and
he
lay
under
a
great
obligation
to
Mr.
Dombey
,
which
was
of
Walter
's
own
soliciting
.
He
might
have
begun
in
secret
to
despair
of
ever
winning
that
gentleman
's
favour
,
and
might
have
thought
that
he
was
now
and
then
disposed
to
put
a
slight
upon
him
,
which
was
hardly
just
.
But
what
would
have
been
duty
without
that
,
was
still
duty
with
it
—
or
Walter
thought
so
—
and
duty
must
be
done
.
When
Mr.
Dombey
had
looked
at
him
,
and
told
him
he
was
young
,
and
that
his
uncle
's
circumstances
were
not
good
,
there
had
been
an
expression
of
disdain
in
his
face
;
a
contemptuous
and
disparaging
assumption
that
he
would
be
quite
content
to
live
idly
on
a
reduced
old
man
,
which
stung
the
boy
's
generous
soul
.
Determined
to
assure
Mr.
Dombey
,
in
so
far
as
it
was
possible
to
give
him
the
assurance
without
expressing
it
in
words
,
that
indeed
he
mistook
his
nature
,
Walter
had
been
anxious
to
show
even
more
cheerfulness
and
activity
after
the
West
Indian
interview
than
he
had
shown
before
:
if
that
were
possible
,
in
one
of
his
quick
and
zealous
disposition
.
He
was
too
young
and
inexperienced
to
think
,
that
possibly
this
very
quality
in
him
was
not
agreeable
to
Mr.
Dombey
,
and
that
it
was
no
stepping-stone
to
his
good
opinion
to
be
elastic
and
hopeful
of
pleasing
under
the
shadow
of
his
powerful
displeasure
,
whether
it
were
right
or
wrong
.
But
it
may
have
been
—
it
may
have
been
—
that
the
great
man
thought
himself
defied
in
this
new
exposition
of
an
honest
spirit
,
and
purposed
to
bring
it
down
.
`
Well
!
at
last
and
at
least
,
Uncle
Sol
must
be
told
,
´
thought
Walter
,
with
a
sigh
.
And
as
Walter
was
apprehensive
that
his
voice
might
perhaps
quaver
a
little
,
and
that
his
countenance
might
not
be
quite
as
hopeful
as
he
could
wish
it
to
be
,
if
he
told
the
old
man
himself
,
and
saw
the
first
effects
of
his
communication
on
his
wrinkled
face
,
he
resolved
to
avail
himself
of
the
services
of
that
powerful
mediator
,
Captain
Cuttle
.
Sunday
coming
round
,
he
set
off
therefore
,
after
breakfast
,
once
more
to
beat
up
Captain
Cuttle
's
quarters
.
It
was
not
unpleasant
to
remember
,
on
the
way
thither
,
that
Mrs.
MacStinger
resorted
to
a
great
distance
every
Sunday
morning
,
to
attend
the
ministry
of
the
Reverend
Melchisedech
Howler
,
who
,
having
been
one
day
discharged
from
the
West
India
Docks
on
a
false
suspicion
(
got
up
expressly
against
him
by
the
general
enemy
)
of
screwing
gimlets
into
puncheons
,
and
applying
his
lips
to
the
orifice
,
had
announced
the
destruction
of
the
world
for
that
day
two
years
,
at
ten
in
the
morning
,
and
opened
a
front
parlour
for
the
reception
of
ladies
and
gentlemen
of
the
Ranting
persuasion
,
upon
whom
,
on
the
first
occasion
of
their
assemblage
,
the
admonitions
of
the
Reverend
Melchisedech
had
produced
so
powerful
an
effect
,
that
,
in
their
rapturous
performance
of
a
sacred
jig
,
which
closed
the
service
,
the
whole
flock
broke
through
into
a
kitchen
below
,
and
disabled
a
mangle
belonging
to
one
of
the
fold
.
This
the
Captain
,
in
a
moment
of
uncommon
conviviality
,
had
confided
to
Walter
and
his
uncle
,
between
the
repetitions
of
lovely
Peg
,
on
the
night
when
Brogley
the
broker
was
paid
out
.
The
Captain
himself
was
punctual
in
his
attendance
at
a
church
in
his
own
neighbourhood
,
which
hoisted
the
Union
Jack
every
Sunday
morning
;
and
where
he
was
good
enough
—
the
lawful
beadle
being
infirm
—
to
keep
an
eye
upon
the
boys
,
over
whom
he
exercised
great
power
,
in
virtue
of
his
mysterious
hook
.
Knowing
the
regularity
of
the
Captain
's
habits
,
Walter
made
all
the
haste
he
could
,
that
he
might
anticipate
his
going
out
;
and
he
made
such
good
speed
,
that
he
had
the
pleasure
,
on
turning
into
Brig
Place
,
to
behold
the
broad
blue
coat
and
waistcoat
hanging
out
of
the
Captain
's
open
window
,
to
air
in
the
sun
.
It
appeared
incredible
that
the
coat
and
waistcoat
could
be
seen
by
mortal
eyes
without
the
Captain
:
but
he
certainly
was
not
in
them
,
otherwise
his
legs
—
the
houses
in
Brig
Place
not
being
lofty
—
would
have
obstructed
the
street
door
,
which
was
perfectly
clear
.
Quite
wondering
at
this
discovery
,
Walter
gave
a
single
knock
.
`
Stinger
,
´
he
distinctly
heard
the
Captain
say
,
up
in
his
room
,
as
if
that
were
no
business
of
his
.
Therefore
Walter
gave
two
knocks
.
`
Cuttle
,
´
he
heard
the
Captain
say
upon
that
;
and
immediately
afterwards
the
Captain
,
in
his
clean
shirt
and
braces
,
with
his
neckerchief
hanging
loosely
round
his
throat
like
a
coil
of
rope
,
and
his
glazed
hat
on
,
appeared
at
the
window
,
leaning
out
over
the
broad
blue
coat
and
waistcoat
.
`
Wal'r
!
´
cried
the
Captain
,
looking
down
upon
him
in
amazement
.
`
Ay
,
ay
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
´
returned
Walter
,
`
only
me
.
´
`
What
's
the
matter
,
my
lad
?
´
inquired
the
Captain
,
with
great
concern
.
`
Gills
a
n't
been
and
sprung
nothing
again
?
´
`
No
,
no
,
´
said
Walter
.
`
My
uncle
's
all
right
,
Captain
Cuttle
.
´
The
Captain
expressed
his
gratification
,
and
said
he
would
come
down
below
and
open
the
door
,
which
he
did
.
`
Though
you
're
early
,
Wal'r
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
eyeing
him
still
doubtfully
,
when
they
got
upstairs
.
`
Why
,
the
fact
is
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
´
said
Walter
,
sitting
down
,
`
I
was
afraid
you
would
have
gone
out
,
and
I
want
to
benefit
by
your
friendly
counsel
.
´
`
So
you
shall
,
´
said
the
Captain
;
`
what
'll
you
take
?
´
`
I
want
to
take
your
opinion
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
´
returned
Walter
,
smiling
.
`
That
's
the
only
thing
for
me
.
´
`
Come
on
then
,
´
said
the
Captain
.
`
With
a
will
,
my
lad
!
´
Walter
related
to
him
what
had
happened
;
and
the
difficulty
in
which
he
felt
respecting
his
uncle
,
and
the
relief
it
would
be
to
him
if
Captain
Cuttle
,
in
his
kindness
,
would
help
him
to
smooth
it
away
;
Captain
Cuttle
's
infinite
consternation
and
astonishment
at
the
prospect
unfolded
to
him
,
gradually
swallowing
that
gentleman
up
,
until
it
left
his
face
quite
vacant
,
and
the
suit
of
blue
,
the
glazed
hat
,
and
the
hook
,
apparently
without
an
owner
.
`
You
see
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
´
pursued
Walter
,
`
for
myself
,
I
am
young
,
as
Mr.
Dombey
said
,
and
not
to
be
considered
.
I
am
to
fight
my
way
through
the
world
,
I
know
;
but
there
are
two
points
I
was
thinking
,
as
I
came
along
,
that
I
should
by
very
particular
about
,
in
respect
to
my
uncle
.
I
do
n't
mean
to
say
that
I
deserve
to
be
the
pride
and
delight
of
his
life
—
you
believe
me
,
I
know
—
but
I
am
.
Now
,
do
n't
you
think
I
am
?
´
The
Captain
seemed
to
make
an
endeavour
to
rise
from
the
depths
of
his
astonishment
,
and
get
back
to
his
face
;
but
the
effort
being
ineffectual
,
the
glazed
hat
merely
nodded
with
a
mute
,
unutterable
meaning
.
`
If
I
live
and
have
my
health
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
and
I
am
not
afraid
of
that
,
still
,
when
I
leave
England
I
can
hardly
hope
to
see
my
uncle
again
.
He
is
old
,
Captain
Cuttle
;
and
besides
,
his
life
is
a
life
of
custom
—
—
´
`
Steady
,
Wal'r
!
Of
a
want
of
custom
?
´
said
the
Captain
,
suddenly
reappearing
.
`
Too
true
,
´
returned
Walter
,
shaking
his
head
:
`
but
I
meant
a
life
of
habit
,
Captain
Cuttle
—
that
sort
of
custom
.
And
if
(
as
you
very
truly
said
,
I
am
sure
)
he
would
have
died
the
sooner
for
the
loss
of
the
stock
,
and
all
those
objects
to
which
he
has
been
accustomed
for
so
many
years
,
do
n't
you
think
he
might
die
a
little
sooner
for
the
loss
of
—
—
´
`
Of
his
Nevy
,
´
interposed
the
Captain
.
`
Right
!
´
`
Well
then
,
´
said
Walter
,
trying
to
speak
gaily
,
`
we
must
do
our
best
to
make
him
believe
that
the
separation
is
but
a
temporary
one
,
after
all
;
but
as
I
know
better
,
or
dread
that
I
know
better
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
and
as
I
have
so
many
reasons
for
regarding
him
with
affection
,
and
duty
,
and
honour
,
I
am
afraid
I
should
make
but
a
very
poor
hand
at
that
,
if
I
tried
to
persuade
him
of
it
.
That
's
my
great
reason
for
wishing
you
to
break
it
out
to
him
;
and
that
's
the
first
point
.
´
`
Keep
her
off
a
point
or
so
!
´
observed
the
Captain
,
in
a
contemplative
voice
.
`
What
did
you
say
,
Captain
Cuttle
?
´
inquired
Walter
.
`
Stand
by
!
´
returned
the
Captain
,
thoughtfully
.
Walter
paused
to
ascertain
if
the
Captain
had
any
particular
information
to
add
to
this
,
but
as
he
said
no
more
,
went
on
.
`
Now
,
the
second
point
,
Captain
Cuttle
.
I
am
sorry
to
say
,
I
am
not
a
favourite
with
Mr.
Dombey
.
I
have
always
tried
to
do
my
best
,
and
I
have
always
done
it
;
but
he
does
not
like
me
.
He
ca
n't
help
his
likings
and
dislikings
,
perhaps
.
I
say
nothing
of
that
.
I
only
say
that
I
am
certain
he
does
not
like
me
.
He
does
not
send
me
to
this
post
as
a
good
one
;
he
disdains
to
represent
it
as
being
better
than
it
is
;
and
I
doubt
very
much
if
it
will
ever
lead
me
to
advancement
in
the
House
—
whether
it
does
not
,
on
the
contrary
,
dispose
of
me
for
ever
,
and
put
me
out
of
the
way
.
Now
,
we
must
say
nothing
of
this
to
my
uncle
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
but
must
make
it
out
to
be
as
favourable
and
promising
as
we
can
;
and
when
I
tell
you
what
it
really
is
,
I
only
do
so
,
that
in
case
any
means
should
ever
arise
of
lending
me
a
hand
,
so
far
off
,
I
may
have
one
friend
at
home
who
knows
my
real
situation
.
´
`
Wal'r
,
my
boy
,
´
replied
the
Captain
,
`
in
the
Proverbs
of
Solomon
you
will
find
the
following
words
,
`
May
we
never
want
a
friend
in
need
,
nor
a
bottle
to
give
him
!
´
When
found
,
make
a
note
of
.
´
Here
the
Captain
stretched
out
his
hand
to
Walter
,
with
an
air
of
downright
good
faith
that
spoke
volumes
;
at
the
same
time
repeating
(
for
he
felt
proud
of
the
accuracy
and
pointed
application
of
his
quotation
)
,
`
When
found
,
make
a
note
of
.
´
`
Captain
Cuttle
,
´
said
Walter
,
taking
the
immense
fist
extended
to
him
by
the
Captain
in
both
his
hands
,
which
it
completely
filled
,
`
next
to
my
Uncle
Sol
,
I
love
you
.
There
is
no
one
on
earth
in
whom
I
can
more
safely
trust
,
I
am
sure
.
As
to
the
mere
going
away
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
I
do
n't
care
for
that
;
why
should
I
care
for
that
!
If
I
were
free
to
seek
my
own
fortune
—
if
I
were
free
to
go
as
a
common
sailor
—
if
I
were
free
to
venture
on
my
own
account
to
the
farthest
end
of
the
world
—
I
would
gladly
go
!
I
would
have
gladly
gone
,
years
ago
,
and
taken
my
chance
of
what
might
come
of
it
.
But
it
was
against
my
uncle
's
wishes
,
and
against
the
plans
he
had
formed
for
me
;
and
there
was
an
end
of
that
.
But
what
I
feel
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
is
that
we
have
been
a
little
mistaken
all
along
,
and
that
,
so
far
as
any
improvement
in
my
prospects
is
concerned
,
I
am
no
better
off
now
than
I
was
when
I
first
entered
Dombey
's
House-perhaps
a
little
worse
,
for
the
House
may
have
been
kindly
inclined
towards
me
them
,
and
it
certainly
is
not
now
.
´
`
Turn
again
,
Whittington
,
´
muttered
the
disconsolate
Captain
after
looking
at
Walter
for
some
time
.
`
Aye
,
´
replied
Walter
laughing
,
`
and
turn
a
great
many
times
,
too
Captain
Cuttle
,
I
'm
afraid
,
before
such
fortune
as
his
ever
turns
up
again
.
Not
that
I
complain
,
´
he
added
,
in
his
lively
,
animated
,
energetic
way
.
`
I
have
nothing
to
complain
of
.
I
am
provided
for
.
I
can
live
.
When
I
leave
my
uncle
,
I
leave
him
to
you
;
and
I
can
leave
him
to
no
one
better
,
Captain
Cuttle
.
I
have
n't
told
you
all
this
because
I
despair
,
not
I
;
it
's
to
convince
you
that
I
ca
n't
pick
and
choose
in
Dombey
's
House
,
and
that
where
I
am
sent
,
there
I
must
go
,
and
what
I
am
offered
,
that
I
must
take
.
It
's
better
for
my
uncle
that
I
should
be
sent
away
;
for
Mr.
Dombey
is
a
valuable
friend
to
him
,
as
he
proved
himself
,
you
know
when
,
Captain
Cuttle
;
and
I
am
persuaded
he
wo
n't
be
less
valuable
when
he
has
n't
me
there
,
every
day
,
to
awaken
his
dislike
.
So
hurrah
for
the
West
Indies
,
Captain
Cuttle
!
How
does
that
tune
go
that
the
sailors
sing
?
`
For
the
Port
of
Barbados
,
Boys
!
Cheerily
!
Leaving
old
England
behind
us
,
Boys
!
Cheerily
!
´
Here
the
Captain
roared
in
chorus
—
`
Oh
cheerily
,
cheerily
!
Oh
cheer
—
i
—
ly
!
´
The
last
line
reaching
the
quick
ears
of
an
ardent
skipper
not
quite
sober
,
who
lodged
opposite
,
and
who
instantly
sprung
out
of
bed
,
threw
up
his
window
,
and
joined
in
,
across
the
street
,
at
the
top
of
his
voice
,
produced
a
fine
effect
.
When
it
was
impossible
to
sustain
the
concluding
note
any
longer
,
the
skipper
bellowed
forth
a
terrific
`
ahoy
!
´
intended
in
part
as
a
friendly
greeting
,
and
in
part
to
show
that
he
was
not
at
all
breathed
.
That
done
,
he
shut
down
his
window
,
and
went
to
bed
again
.
`
And
now
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
´
said
Walter
,
handing
him
the
blue
coat
and
waistcoat
,
and
bustling
very
much
,
`
if
you
'll
come
and
break
the
news
to
Uncle
Sol
(
which
he
ought
to
have
known
,
days
upon
days
ago
,
by
rights
)
,
I
'll
leave
you
at
the
door
,
you
know
,
and
walk
about
until
the
afternoon
.
´
The
Captain
,
however
,
scarcely
appeared
to
relish
the
commission
,
or
to
be
by
any
means
confident
of
his
powers
of
executing
it
.
He
had
arranged
the
future
life
and
adventures
of
Walter
so
very
differently
,
and
so
entirely
to
his
own
satisfaction
;
he
had
felicitated
himself
so
often
on
the
sagacity
and
foresight
displayed
in
that
arrangement
,
and
had
found
it
so
complete
and
perfect
in
all
its
parts
;
that
to
suffer
it
to
go
to
pieces
all
at
once
,
and
even
to
assist
in
breaking
it
up
,
required
a
great
effort
of
his
resolution
.
The
Captain
,
too
,
found
it
difficult
to
unload
his
old
ideas
upon
the
subject
,
and
to
take
a
perfectly
new
cargo
on
board
,
with
that
rapidity
which
the
circumstances
required
,
or
without
jumbling
and
confounding
the
two
.
Consequently
,
instead
of
putting
on
his
coat
and
waistcoat
with
anything
like
the
impetuosity
that
could
alone
have
kept
pace
with
Walter
's
mood
,
he
declined
to
invest
himself
with
those
garments
at
all
at
present
;
and
informed
Walter
that
on
such
a
serious
matter
,
he
must
be
allowed
to
`
bite
his
nails
a
bit
.
´
`
It
's
an
old
habit
of
mine
,
Wal'r
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
`
any
time
these
fifty
year
.
When
you
see
Ned
Cuttle
bite
his
nails
,
Wal'r
,
then
you
may
know
that
Ned
Cuttle
's
aground
.
´
Thereupon
the
Captain
put
his
iron
hook
between
his
teeth
,
as
if
it
were
a
hand
;
and
with
an
air
of
wisdom
and
profundity
that
was
the
very
concentration
and
sublimation
of
all
philosophical
reflection
and
grave
inquiry
,
applied
himself
to
the
consideration
of
the
subject
in
its
various
branches
.
`
There
's
a
friend
of
mine
,
´
murmured
the
Captain
,
in
an
absent
manner
,
`
but
he
's
at
present
coasting
round
to
Whitby
,
that
would
deliver
such
an
opinion
on
this
subject
,
or
any
other
that
could
be
named
,
as
would
give
Parliament
six
and
beat
'
em
.
Been
knocked
overboard
,
that
man
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
`
twice
,
and
none
the
worse
for
it
.
Was
beat
in
his
apprenticeship
,
for
three
weeks
(
off
and
on
)
,
about
the
head
with
a
ringbolt
.
And
yet
a
clearer-minded
man
do
n't
walk
.
´
In
spite
of
his
respect
for
Captain
Cuttle
,
Walter
could
not
help
inwardly
rejoicing
at
the
absence
of
this
sage
,
and
devoutly
hoping
that
his
limpid
intellect
might
not
be
brought
to
bear
on
his
difficulties
until
they
were
quite
settled
.
`
If
you
was
to
take
and
show
that
man
the
buoy
at
the
Nore
,
´
said
Captain
Cuttle
in
the
same
tone
,
`
and
ask
him
his
opinion
of
it
,
Wal'r
,
he
'd
give
you
an
opinion
that
was
no
more
like
that
buoy
than
your
uncle
's
buttons
are
.
There
ai
n't
a
man
that
walks
—
certainly
not
on
two
legs
—
that
can
come
near
him
.
Not
near
him
!
´
`
What
's
his
name
,
Captain
Cuttle
?
´
inquired
Walter
,
determined
to
be
interested
in
the
Captain
's
friend
.
`
His
name
's
Bunsby
,
´
said
the
Captain
.
`
But
Lord
,
it
might
be
anything
for
the
matter
of
that
,
with
such
a
mind
as
his
!
´
The
exact
idea
which
the
Captain
attached
to
this
concluding
piece
of
praise
,
he
did
not
further
elucidate
;
neither
did
Walter
seek
to
draw
it
forth
.
For
on
his
beginning
to
review
,
with
the
vivacity
natural
to
himself
and
to
his
situation
,
the
leading
points
in
his
own
affairs
,
he
soon
discovered
that
the
Captain
had
relapsed
into
his
former
profound
state
of
mind
;
and
that
while
he
eyed
him
steadfastly
from
beneath
his
bushy
eyebrows
,
he
evidently
neither
saw
not
heard
him
,
but
remained
immersed
in
cogitation
.
In
fact
,
Captain
Cuttle
was
labouring
with
such
great
designs
,
that
far
from
being
aground
,
he
soon
got
off
into
the
deepest
of
water
,
and
could
find
no
bottom
to
his
penetration
.
By
degrees
it
became
perfectly
plain
to
the
Captain
that
there
was
some
mistake
here
;
that
it
was
undoubtedly
much
more
likely
to
be
Walter
's
mistake
than
his
;
that
if
there
were
really
any
West
India
scheme
afoot
,
it
was
a
very
different
one
from
what
Walter
,
who
was
young
and
rash
,
supposed
;
and
could
only
be
some
new
device
for
making
his
fortune
with
unusual
celerity
.
`
Or
if
there
should
be
any
little
hitch
between
'
em
,
´
thought
the
Captain
,
meaning
between
Walter
and
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
it
only
wants
a
word
in
season
from
a
friend
of
both
parties
,
to
set
it
right
and
smooth
,
and
make
all
taut
again
.
´
Captain
Cuttle
's
deduction
from
these
considerations
was
,
that
as
he
already
enjoyed
the
pleasure
of
knowing
Mr.
Dombey
,
from
having
spent
a
very
agreeable
half-hour
in
his
company
at
Brighton
(
on
the
morning
when
they
borrowed
the
money
)
;
and
that
,
as
a
couple
of
men
of
the
world
,
who
understood
each
other
,
and
were
mutually
disposed
to
make
things
comfortable
,
could
easily
arrange
any
little
difficulty
of
this
sort
,
and
come
at
the
real
facts
;
the
friendly
thing
for
him
to
do
would
be
,
without
saving
anything
about
it
to
Walter
at
present
,
just
to
step
up
to
Mr.
Dombey
's
house
—
say
to
the
servant
`
Would
ye
be
so
good
,
my
lad
,
as
report
Cap'en
Cuttle
here
?
'
—
meet
Mr.
Dombey
in
a
confidential
spirit
—
hook
him
by
the
button-hole
—
talk
it
over
—
make
it
all
right
—
and
come
away
triumphant
!
As
these
reflections
presented
themselves
to
the
Captain
's
mind
,
and
by
slow
degrees
assumed
this
shape
and
form
,
his
visage
cleared
like
a
doubtful
morning
when
it
gives
place
to
a
bright
noon
.
His
eyebrows
,
which
had
been
in
the
highest
degree
portentous
,
smoothed
their
rugged
bristling
aspect
,
and
became
serene
;
his
eyes
,
which
had
been
nearly
closed
in
the
severity
of
his
mental
exercise
,
opened
freely
;
a
smile
which
had
been
at
first
but
three
specks
—
one
at
the
right-hand
corner
of
his
mouth
,
and
one
at
the
corner
of
each
eye
—
gradually
overspread
his
whole
face
,
and
rippling
up
into
his
forehead
,
lifted
the
glazed
hat
:
as
if
that
too
had
been
aground
with
Captain
Cuttle
,
and
were
now
,
like
him
,
happily
afloat
again
.
Finally
the
Captain
left
off
biting
his
nails
,
and
said
,
`
Now
,
Wal'r
,
my
boy
,
you
may
help
me
on
with
them
slops
.
´
By
which
the
Captain
meant
his
coat
and
waistcoat
.
Walter
little
imagined
why
the
Captain
was
so
particular
in
the
arrangement
of
his
cravat
,
as
to
twist
the
pendent
ends
into
a
sort
of
pigtail
,
and
pass
them
through
a
massive
gold
ring
with
a
picture
of
a
tomb
upon
it
,
and
a
neat
iron
railing
,
and
a
tree
,
in
memory
of
some
deceased
friend
.
Nor
why
the
Captain
pulled
up
his
shirt-collar
to
the
utmost
limits
allowed
by
the
Irish
linen
below
,
and
by
so
doing
decorated
himself
with
a
complete
pair
of
blinkers
;
nor
why
he
changed
his
shoes
,
and
put
on
an
unparalleled
pair
of
ankle-jacks
,
which
he
only
wore
on
extraordinary
occasions
.
The
Captain
being
at
length
attired
to
his
own
complete
satisfaction
,
and
having
glanced
at
himself
from
head
to
foot
in
a
shaving-glass
which
he
removed
from
a
nail
for
that
purpose
,
took
up
his
knotted
stick
,
and
said
he
was
ready
.
The
Captain
's
walk
was
more
complacent
than
usual
when
they
got
out
into
the
street
;
but
this
Walter
supposed
to
be
the
effect
of
the
ankle-jacks
,
and
took
little
heed
of
.
Before
they
had
gone
very
far
,
they
encountered
a
woman
selling
flowers
;
when
the
Captain
stopping
short
,
as
if
struck
by
a
happy
idea
,
made
a
purchase
of
a
largest
bundle
in
her
basket
:
a
most
glorious
nosegay
,
fan-shaped
,
some
two
feet
and
a
half
round
,
and
composed
of
all
the
jolliest-looking
flowers
that
blow
.
Armed
with
this
little
token
which
he
designed
for
Mr.
Dombey
,
Captain
Cuttle
walked
on
with
Walter
until
they
reached
the
Instrument-maker
's
door
,
before
which
they
both
paused
.
`
You
're
going
in
?
´
said
Walter
.
`
Yes
,
´
returned
the
Captain
,
who
felt
that
Walter
must
be
got
rid
of
before
he
proceeded
any
further
,
and
that
he
had
better
time
his
projected
visit
somewhat
later
in
the
day
.
`
And
you
wo
n't
forget
anything
?
´
`
No
,
´
returned
the
Captain
.
`
I
'll
go
upon
my
walk
at
once
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
and
then
I
shall
be
out
of
the
way
,
Captain
Cuttle
.
´
`
Take
a
good
long
'
un
,
my
lad
!
´
replied
the
Captain
,
calling
after
him
.
Walter
waved
his
hand
in
assent
,
and
went
his
way
.
His
way
was
nowhere
in
particular
;
but
he
thought
he
would
go
out
into
the
fields
,
where
he
could
reflect
upon
the
unknown
life
before
him
,
and
resting
under
some
tree
,
ponder
quietly
.
He
knew
no
better
fields
than
those
near
Hampstead
,
and
no
better
means
of
getting
at
them
than
by
passing
Mr.
Dombey
's
house
.
It
was
as
stately
and
as
dark
as
ever
,
when
he
went
by
and
glanced
up
at
its
frowning
front
.
The
blinds
were
all
pulled
down
,
but
the
upper
windows
stood
wide
open
,
and
the
pleasant
air
stirring
those
curtains
and
waving
them
to
and
fro
,
was
the
only
sign
of
animation
in
the
whole
exterior
.
Walter
walked
softly
as
he
passed
,
and
was
glad
when
he
had
left
the
house
a
door
or
two
behind
.
He
looked
back
then
;
with
the
interest
he
had
always
felt
for
the
place
since
the
adventure
of
the
lost
child
,
years
ago
;
and
looked
especially
at
those
upper
windows
.
While
he
was
thus
engaged
,
a
chariot
drove
to
the
door
,
and
a
portly
gentleman
in
black
,
with
a
heavy
watch-chain
,
alighted
,
and
went
in
.
When
he
afterwards
remembered
this
gentleman
and
his
equipage
together
,
Walter
had
no
doubt
he
was
a
physician
;
and
then
he
wondered
who
was
ill
;
but
the
discovery
did
not
occur
to
him
until
he
had
walked
some
distance
,
thinking
listlessly
of
other
things
.
Though
still
,
of
what
the
house
had
suggested
to
him
;
for
Walter
pleased
himself
with
thinking
that
perhaps
the
time
might
come
,
when
the
beautiful
child
who
was
his
old
friend
and
had
always
been
so
grateful
to
him
and
so
glad
to
see
him
since
,
might
interest
her
brother
in
his
behalf
and
influence
his
fortunes
for
the
better
.
He
liked
to
imagine
this
—
more
,
at
that
moment
,
for
the
pleasure
of
imagining
her
continued
remembrance
of
him
,
than
for
any
worldly
profit
he
might
gain
:
but
another
and
more
sober
fancy
whispered
to
him
that
if
he
were
alive
then
,
he
would
be
beyond
the
sea
and
forgotten
;
she
married
,
rich
,
proud
,
happy
.
There
was
no
more
reason
why
she
should
remember
him
with
any
interest
in
such
an
altered
state
of
things
,
than
any
plaything
she
ever
had
.
No
,
not
so
much
.
Yet
Walter
so
idealised
the
pretty
child
whom
he
had
found
wandering
in
the
rough
streets
,
and
so
identified
her
with
her
innocent
gratitude
of
that
night
and
the
simplicity
and
truth
of
its
expression
,
that
he
blushed
for
himself
as
a
libeller
when
he
argued
that
she
could
ever
grow
proud
.
On
the
other
hand
,
his
meditations
were
of
that
fantastic
order
that
it
seemed
hardly
less
libellous
in
him
to
imagine
her
grown
a
woman
:
to
think
of
her
as
anything
but
the
same
artless
,
gentle
,
winning
little
creature
,
that
she
had
been
in
the
days
of
good
Mrs.
Brown
.
In
a
word
,
Walter
found
out
that
to
reason
with
himself
about
Florence
at
all
,
was
to
become
very
unreasonable
indeed
;
and
that
he
could
do
not
better
than
preserve
her
image
in
his
mind
as
something
precious
,
unattainable
,
unchangeable
,
and
indefinite
—
indefinite
in
all
its
power
of
giving
him
pleasure
,
and
restraining
him
like
an
angel
's
hand
from
anything
unworthy
.
It
was
a
long
stroll
in
the
fields
that
Walter
took
that
day
,
listening
to
the
birds
,
and
the
Sunday
bells
,
and
the
softened
murmur
of
the
town
—
breathing
sweet
scents
;
glancing
sometimes
at
the
dim
horizon
beyond
which
his
voyage
and
his
place
of
destination
lay
;
then
looking
round
on
the
green
English
grass
and
the
home
landscape
.
But
he
hardly
once
thought
,
even
of
going
away
,
distinctly
;
and
seemed
to
put
off
reflection
idly
,
from
hour
to
hour
,
and
from
minute
to
minute
,
while
he
yet
went
on
reflecting
all
the
time
.
Walter
had
left
the
fields
behind
him
,
and
was
plodding
homeward
in
the
same
abstracted
mood
,
when
he
heard
a
shout
from
a
man
,
and
then
a
woman
's
voice
calling
to
him
loudly
by
name
.
Turning
quickly
in
his
surprise
,
he
saw
that
a
hackney-coach
,
going
in
the
contrary
direction
,
had
stopped
at
no
great
distance
;
that
the
coachman
was
looking
back
from
his
box
and
making
signals
to
him
with
his
whip
;
and
that
a
young
woman
inside
was
leaning
out
of
the
window
,
and
beckoning
with
immense
energy
.
Running
up
to
this
coach
,
he
found
that
the
young
woman
was
Miss
Nipper
,
and
that
Miss
Nipper
was
in
such
a
flutter
as
to
be
almost
beside
herself
.
`
Staggs
's
Gardens
,
Mr.
Walter
!
´
said
Miss
Nipper
:
`
if
you
please
,
oh
do
!
´
`
Eh
?
´
cried
Walter
;
`
what
is
the
matter
?
´
`
Oh
,
Mr.
Walter
,
Staggs
's
Gardens
,
if
you
please
!
´
said
Susan
.
`
There
!
´
cried
the
coachman
,
appealing
to
Walter
,
with
a
sort
of
exulting
despair
;
`
that
's
the
way
the
young
lady
's
been
a
goin
´
on
for
up'ards
of
a
mortal
hour
,
and
me
continivally
backing
out
of
no
thoroughfares
,
where
she
would
drive
up
.
I
've
had
a
many
fares
in
this
coach
,
first
and
last
,
but
never
such
a
fare
as
her
.
´
`
Do
you
want
to
go
to
Staggs
's
Gardens
,
Susan
?
´
inquired
Walter
.
`
Ah
!
She
wants
to
go
there
!
where
is
it
?
´
growled
the
coachman
.
`
I
do
n't
know
where
it
is
!
´
exclaimed
Susan
,
wildly
.
`
Mr.
Walter
,
I
was
there
once
myself
,
along
with
Miss
Floy
and
our
poor
darling
Master
Paul
,
on
the
very
day
when
you
found
Miss
Floy
in
the
City
,
for
we
lost
her
coming
home
,
Mrs.
Richards
and
me
,
and
a
mad
bull
,
and
Mrs.
Richards
's
eldest
,
and
though
I
went
there
afterwards
,
I
ca
n't
remember
where
it
is
,
I
think
it
's
sunk
into
the
ground
.
Oh
,
Mr.
Walter
,
do
n't
desert
me
,
Staggs
's
Gardens
,
if
you
please
!
Miss
Floy
's
darling
—
all
our
darlings
—
little
,
meek
,
meek
Master
Paul
!
Oh
Mr.
Walter
!
´
`
Good
God
!
´
cried
Walter
.
`
Is
he
very
ill
?
´
`
The
pretty
flower
!
´
cried
Susan
,
wringing
her
hands
,
`
has
took
the
fancy
that
he
'd
like
to
see
his
old
nurse
,
and
I
've
come
to
bring
her
to
his
bedside
,
Mrs.
Staggs
,
of
Polly
Toodle
's
Gardens
,
some
one
pray
!
´
Greatly
moved
by
what
he
heard
,
and
catching
Susan
's
earnestness
immediately
,
Walter
,
now
that
he
understood
the
nature
of
her
errand
,
dashed
into
it
with
such
ardour
that
the
coachman
had
enough
to
do
to
follow
closely
as
he
ran
before
,
inquiring
here
and
there
and
everywhere
,
the
way
to
Staggs
's
Gardens
.
There
was
no
such
place
as
Staggs
's
Gardens
.
It
had
vanished
from
the
earth
.
Where
the
old
rotten
summer-houses
once
had
stood
,
places
now
reared
their
heads
,
and
granite
columns
of
gigantic
girth
opened
a
vista
to
the
railway
world
beyond
.
The
miserable
waste
ground
,
where
the
refuse-matter
had
been
heaped
of
yore
,
was
swallowed
up
and
gone
;
and
in
its
frowsy
stead
were
tiers
of
warehouses
,
crammed
with
rich
goods
and
costly
merchandise
.
The
old
by-streets
now
swarmed
with
passengers
and
vehicles
of
every
kind
:
the
new
streets
that
had
stopped
disheartened
in
the
mud
and
waggon-ruts
,
formed
towns
within
themselves
,
originating
wholesome
comforts
and
conveniences
belonging
to
themselves
,
and
never
tried
nor
thought
of
until
they
sprung
into
existence
.
Bridges
that
had
led
to
nothing
,
led
to
villas
,
gardens
,
churches
,
healthy
public
walks
.
The
carcasses
of
houses
,
and
beginnings
of
new
thoroughfares
,
had
started
off
upon
the
line
at
steam
's
own
speed
,
and
shot
away
into
the
country
in
a
monster
train
.
As
to
the
neighbourhood
which
had
hesitated
to
acknowledge
the
railroad
in
its
straggling
days
,
that
had
grown
wise
and
penitent
,
as
any
Christian
might
in
such
a
case
,
and
now
boasted
of
its
powerful
and
prosperous
relation
.
There
were
railway
patterns
in
its
drapers
´
shops
,
and
railway
journals
in
the
windows
of
its
newsmen
.
There
were
railway
hotels
,
office-houses
,
lodging-houses
,
boarding-houses
;
railway
plans
,
maps
,
views
,
wrappers
,
bottles
,
sandwich-boxes
,
and
timetables
;
railway
hackney-coach
and
cabstands
;
railway
omni-buses
,
railway
streets
and
buildings
,
railway
hangers-on
and
parasites
,
and
flatterers
out
of
all
calculation
.
There
was
even
railway
time
observed
in
clocks
,
as
if
the
sun
itself
had
given
in
.
Among
the
vanquished
was
the
master
chimney-sweeper
,
whilome
incredulous
at
Staggs
's
Gardens
,
who
now
lived
in
a
stuccoed
house
three
stories
high
,
and
gave
himself
out
,
with
golden
flourishes
upon
a
varnished
board
,
as
contractor
for
the
cleansing
of
railway
chimneys
by
machinery
.
To
and
from
the
heart
of
this
great
change
,
all
day
and
night
,
throbbing
currents
rushed
and
returned
incessantly
like
its
life
's
blood
.
Crowds
of
people
and
mountains
of
goods
,
departing
and
arriving
scores
upon
scores
of
times
in
every
four-and-twenty
hours
,
produced
a
fermentation
in
the
place
that
was
always
in
action
.
The
very
houses
seemed
disposed
to
pack
up
and
take
trips
.
Wonderful
Members
of
Parliament
,
who
,
little
more
than
twenty
years
before
,
had
made
themselves
merry
with
the
wild
railroad
theories
of
engineers
,
and
given
them
the
liveliest
rubs
in
cross-examination
,
went
down
into
the
north
with
their
watches
in
their
hands
,
and
sent
on
messages
before
by
the
electric
telegraph
,
to
say
that
they
were
coming
.
Night
and
day
the
conquering
engines
rumbled
at
their
distant
work
,
or
,
advancing
smoothly
to
their
journey
's
end
,
and
gliding
like
tame
dragons
into
the
allotted
corners
grooved
out
to
the
inch
for
their
reception
,
stood
bubbling
and
trembling
there
,
making
the
walls
quake
,
as
if
they
were
dilating
with
the
secret
knowledge
of
great
powers
yet
unsuspected
in
them
,
and
strong
purposes
not
yet
achieved
.
But
Staggs
's
Gardens
had
been
cut
up
root
and
branch
.
Oh
woe
the
day
when
`
not
a
rood
of
English
ground
'
—
laid
out
in
Staggs
's
Gardens
—
is
secure
!
At
last
,
after
much
fruitless
inquiry
,
Walter
,
followed
by
the
coach
and
Susan
,
found
a
man
who
had
once
resided
in
that
vanished
land
,
and
who
was
no
other
than
the
master
sweep
before
referred
to
,
grown
stout
,
and
knocking
a
double
knock
at
his
own
door
.
He
knowed
Toodle
,
he
said
,
well
.
Belonged
to
the
Railroad
,
did
n't
he
?
`
Yes
,
sir
,
yes
!
´
cried
Susan
Nipper
from
the
coach
window
.
Where
did
he
live
now
?
hastily
inquired
Walter
.
He
lived
in
the
Company
's
own
Buildings
,
second
turning
to
the
right
,
down
the
yard
,
cross
over
,
and
take
the
second
on
the
right
again
.
It
was
number
eleven
;
they
could
n't
mistake
it
;
but
if
they
did
,
they
had
only
to
ask
for
Toodle
,
Engine
Fireman
,
and
any
one
would
show
them
which
was
his
house
.
At
this
unexpected
stroke
of
success
,
Susan
Nipper
dismounted
from
the
coach
with
all
speed
,
took
Walter
's
arm
,
and
set
off
at
a
breathless
pace
on
foot
;
leaving
the
coach
there
to
await
their
return
.
`
Has
the
little
boy
been
long
ill
,
Susan
?
´
inquired
Walter
,
as
they
hurried
on
.
`
Ailing
for
a
deal
of
time
,
but
no
one
knew
how
much
,
´
said
Susan
;
adding
,
with
excessive
sharpness
,
`
Oh
,
them
Blimbers
!
´
`
Blimbers
?
´
echoed
Walter
.
`
I
could
n't
forgive
myself
at
such
a
time
as
this
,
Mr.
Walter
,
´
said
Susan
,
`
and
when
there
's
so
much
serious
distress
to
think
about
,
if
I
rested
hard
on
any
one
,
especially
on
them
that
little
darling
Paul
speaks
well
of
,
but
I
may
wish
that
the
family
was
set
to
work
in
a
stony
soil
to
make
new
roads
,
and
that
Miss
Blimber
went
in
front
,
and
had
the
pickaxe
!
´
Miss
Nipper
then
took
breath
,
and
went
on
faster
than
before
,
as
if
this
extraordinary
aspiration
had
relieved
her
.
Walter
,
who
had
by
this
time
no
breath
of
his
own
to
spare
,
hurried
along
without
asking
any
more
questions
;
and
they
soon
,
in
their
impatience
,
burst
in
at
a
little
door
and
came
into
a
clean
parlour
full
of
children
.
`
Where
's
Mrs.
Richards
?
´
exclaimed
Susan
Nipper
,
looking
round
.
`
Oh
Mrs.
Richards
,
Mrs.
Richards
,
come
along
with
me
,
my
dear
creetur
!
´
`
Why
,
if
it
a
n't
Susan
!
´
cried
Polly
,
rising
with
her
honest
face
and
motherly
figure
from
among
the
group
,
in
great
surprise
.
`
Yes
,
Mrs.
Richards
,
it
's
me
,
´
said
Susan
,
`
and
I
wish
it
was
n't
,
though
I
may
not
seem
to
flatter
when
I
say
so
,
but
little
Master
Paul
is
very
ill
,
and
told
his
Pa
to-day
that
he
would
like
to
see
the
face
of
his
old
nurse
,
and
him
and
Miss
Floy
hope
you
'll
come
along
with
me
—
and
Mr.
Walter
,
Mrs.
Richards
—
forgetting
what
is
past
,
and
do
a
kindness
to
the
sweet
dear
that
is
withering
away
.
Oh
,
Mrs.
Richards
,
withering
away
!
´
Susan
Nipper
crying
,
Polly
shed
tears
to
see
her
,
and
to
hear
what
she
had
said
;
and
all
the
children
gathered
round
(
including
numbers
of
new
babies
)
;
and
Mr.
Toodle
,
who
had
just
come
home
from
Birmingham
,
and
was
eating
his
dinner
out
of
a
basin
,
laid
down
his
knife
and
fork
,
and
put
on
his
wife
's
bonnet
and
shawl
for
her
,
which
were
hanging
up
behind
the
door
;
then
tapped
her
on
the
back
;
and
said
,
with
more
fatherly
feeling
than
eloquence
,
`
Polly
!
cut
away
!
´
So
they
got
back
to
the
coach
,
long
before
the
coachman
expected
them
;
and
Walter
,
putting
Susan
and
Mrs.
Richards
inside
,
took
his
seat
on
the
box
himself
that
there
might
be
no
more
mistakes
,
and
deposited
them
safely
in
the
hall
of
Mr.
Dombey
's
house
—
where
,
by
the
bye
,
he
saw
a
mighty
nosegay
lying
,
which
reminded
him
of
the
one
Captain
Cuttle
had
purchased
in
his
company
that
morning
.
He
would
have
lingered
to
know
more
of
the
young
invalid
,
or
waited
any
length
of
time
to
see
if
he
could
render
the
least
service
;
but
,
painfully
sensible
that
such
conduct
would
be
looked
upon
by
Mr.
Dombey
as
presumptuous
and
forward
,
he
returned
slowly
,
sadly
,
anxiously
,
away
.
He
had
not
gone
five
minutes
´
walk
from
the
door
,
when
a
man
came
running
after
him
,
and
begged
him
to
return
.
Walter
retraced
his
steps
as
quickly
as
he
could
,
and
entered
the
gloomy
house
with
a
sorrowful
foreboding
.
CHAPTER
XVI
What
the
Waves
were
always
saying
PAUL
had
never
risen
from
his
little
bed
.
He
lay
there
,
listening
to
the
noises
in
the
street
,
quite
tranquilly
;
not
caring
much
how
the
time
went
,
but
watching
it
and
watching
everything
about
him
with
observing
eyes
.
When
the
sunbeams
struck
into
his
room
through
the
rustling
blinds
,
and
quivered
on
the
opposite
wall
like
golden
water
,
he
knew
that
evening
was
coming
on
,
and
that
the
sky
was
red
and
beautiful
.
As
the
reflection
died
away
,
and
a
gloom
went
creeping
up
the
wall
,
he
watched
it
deepen
,
deepen
,
deepen
,
into
night
.
Then
he
thought
how
the
long
streets
were
dotted
with
lamps
,
and
how
the
peaceful
stars
were
shining
overhead
.
His
fancy
had
a
strange
tendency
to
wander
to
the
river
,
which
he
knew
was
flowing
through
the
great
city
;
and
now
he
thought
how
black
it
was
,
and
how
deep
it
would
look
,
reflecting
the
hosts
of
stars
—
and
more
than
all
,
how
steadily
it
rolled
away
to
meet
the
sea
.
As
it
grew
later
in
the
night
,
and
footsteps
in
the
street
became
so
rare
that
he
could
hear
them
coming
,
count
them
as
they
passed
,
and
lose
them
in
the
hollow
distance
,
he
would
lie
and
watch
the
many-coloured
ring
about
the
candle
,
and
wait
patiently
for
day
.
His
only
trouble
was
,
the
swift
and
rapid
river
.
He
felt
forced
,
sometimes
,
to
try
to
stop
it
—
to
stem
it
with
his
childish
hands
—
or
choke
its
way
with
sand
—
and
when
he
saw
it
coming
on
,
resistless
,
he
cried
out
!
But
a
word
from
Florence
,
who
was
always
at
his
side
,
restored
him
to
himself
;
and
leaning
his
poor
head
upon
her
breast
,
he
told
Floy
of
his
dream
,
and
smiled
.
When
day
began
to
dawn
again
,
he
watched
for
the
sun
;
and
when
its
cheerful
light
began
to
sparkle
in
the
room
,
he
pictured
to
himself
—
pictured
!
he
saw
—
the
high
church
towers
rising
up
into
the
morning
sky
,
the
town
reviving
,
waking
,
starting
into
life
once
more
,
the
river
glistening
as
it
rolled
(
but
rolling
fast
as
ever
)
,
and
the
country
bright
with
dew
.
Familiar
sounds
and
cries
came
by
degrees
into
the
street
below
;
the
servants
in
the
house
were
roused
and
busy
;
faces
looked
in
at
the
door
,
and
voices
asked
his
attendants
softly
how
he
was
.
Paul
always
answered
for
himself
,
`
I
am
better
.
I
am
a
great
deal
better
,
thank
you
!
Tell
Papa
so
!
´
By
little
and
little
,
he
got
tired
of
the
bustle
of
the
day
,
the
noise
of
carriages
and
carts
,
and
people
passing
and
repassing
;
and
would
fall
asleep
,
or
be
troubled
with
a
restless
and
uneasy
sense
again
—
the
child
could
hardly
tell
whether
this
were
in
his
sleeping
or
his
waking
moments
—
of
that
rushing
river
.
`
Why
,
will
it
never
stop
,
Floy
?
´
he
would
sometimes
ask
her
.
`
It
is
bearing
me
away
,
I
think
!
´
But
Floy
could
always
soothe
and
reassure
him
;
and
it
was
his
daily
delight
to
make
her
lay
her
head
down
on
his
pillow
,
and
take
some
rest
.
`
You
are
always
watching
me
,
Floy
.
Let
me
watch
you
,
now
!
´
They
would
prop
him
up
with
cushions
in
a
corner
of
his
bed
,
and
there
he
would
recline
the
while
she
lay
beside
him
:
bending
forward
oftentimes
to
kiss
her
,
and
whispering
to
those
who
were
near
that
she
was
tired
,
and
how
she
had
sat
up
so
many
night
beside
him
.
Thus
,
the
flush
of
the
day
,
in
its
heat
and
light
,
would
gradually
decline
;
and
again
the
golden
water
would
be
dancing
on
the
wall
.
He
was
visited
by
as
many
as
three
grave
doctors
—
they
used
to
assemble
downstairs
,
and
come
up
together
—
and
the
room
was
so
quiet
,
and
Paul
was
so
observant
of
them
(
though
he
never
asked
of
anybody
what
they
said
)
,
that
he
even
knew
the
difference
in
the
sound
of
their
watches
.
But
his
interest
centred
in
Sir
Parker
Peps
,
who
always
took
his
seat
on
the
side
of
the
bed
.
For
Paul
had
heard
them
say
long
ago
,
that
that
gentleman
had
been
with
his
mama
when
she
clasped
Florence
in
her
arms
,
and
died
.
And
he
could
not
forget
it
,
now
.
He
liked
him
for
it
.
He
was
not
afraid
.
The
people
round
him
changed
as
unaccountably
as
on
that
first
night
at
Doctor
Blimber
's
—
except
Florence
;
Florence
never
changed
—
and
what
had
been
Sir
Parker
Peps
,
was
now
his
father
,
sitting
with
his
head
upon
his
hand
.
Old
Mrs.
Pipchin
dozing
in
an
easy
chair
,
often
changed
to
Miss
Tox
,
or
his
aunt
;
and
Paul
was
quite
content
to
shut
his
eyes
again
,
and
see
what
happened
next
without
emotion
.
But
this
figure
with
its
head
upon
its
hand
returned
so
often
,
and
remained
so
long
,
and
sat
so
still
and
solemn
,
never
speaking
,
never
being
spoken
to
,
and
rarely
lifting
up
its
face
,
that
Paul
began
to
wonder
languidly
,
if
it
were
real
;
and
in
the
night-time
saw
it
sitting
there
,
with
fear
.
`
Floy
!
´
he
said
.
`
What
is
that
?
´
`
Where
,
dearest
?
´
`
There
!
at
the
bottom
of
the
bed
.
´
`
There
's
nothing
there
,
except
Papa
!
´
The
figure
lifted
up
its
head
,
and
rose
,
and
coming
to
the
beside
,
said
:
`
My
own
boy
!
Do
n't
you
know
me
?
´
Paul
looked
it
in
the
face
,
and
thought
,
was
this
his
father
?
But
the
face
so
altered
to
his
thinking
,
thrilled
while
he
gazed
,
as
if
it
were
in
pain
;
and
before
he
could
reach
out
both
his
hands
to
take
it
between
them
,
and
draw
it
towards
him
,
the
figure
turned
away
quickly
from
the
little
bed
,
and
went
out
at
the
door
.
Paul
looked
at
Florence
with
a
fluttering
heart
,
but
he
knew
what
she
was
going
to
say
,
and
stopped
her
with
his
face
against
her
lips
.
The
next
time
he
observed
the
figure
sitting
at
the
bottom
of
the
bed
,
he
called
to
it
.
`
Do
n't
be
so
sorry
for
me
,
dear
Papa
