urbanity,
and
asked
her
how
she
did
,
so
often
,
in
the
course
of
her
visits
to
little
Paul
,
that
at
last
she
one
night
told
him
plainly
,
she
was
n't
used
to
it
,
whatever
he
might
think
;
and
she
could
not
,
and
she
would
not
bear
it
,
either
from
himself
or
any
other
puppy
then
existing
:
at
which
unexpected
acknowledgment
of
his
civilities
,
Mr.
Toots
was
so
alarmed
that
he
secreted
himself
in
a
retired
spot
until
she
had
gone
.
Nor
did
he
ever
again
face
the
doughty
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
under
Doctor
Blimber
's
roof
.
They
were
within
two
or
three
weeks
of
the
holidays
,
when
,
one
day
,
Cornelia
Blimber
called
Paul
into
her
room
,
and
said
,
`
Dombey
,
I
am
going
to
send
home
your
analysis
.
´
`
Thank
you
,
Ma'am
,
´
returned
Paul
.
`
You
know
what
I
mean
,
do
you
,
Dombey
?
´
inquired
Miss
Blimber
,
looking
hard
at
him
through
the
spectacles
.
`
No
,
Ma'am
,
´
said
Paul
.
`
Dombey
,
Dombey
,
´
said
Miss
Blimber
,
`
I
begin
to
be
afraid
you
are
a
sad
boy
.
When
you
do
n't
know
the
meaning
of
an
expression
,
why
do
n't
you
seek
for
information
?
´
`
Mrs.
Pipchin
told
me
I
was
n't
to
ask
questions
,
´
returned
Paul
.
`
I
must
beg
you
not
to
mention
Mrs.
Pipchin
to
me
,
on
any
account
,
Dombey
,
'
returned
Miss
Blimber
.
`
I
could
n't
think
of
allowing
it
.
The
course
of
study
here
,
is
very
far
removed
from
anything
of
that
sort
.
A
repetition
of
such
allusions
would
make
it
necessary
for
me
to
request
to
hear
,
without
a
mistake
,
before
breakfast-time
to-morrow
morning
,
from
Verbum
personale
down
to
simillima
cygno
.
´
`
I
did
n't
mean
,
Ma'am
—
´
began
little
Paul
.
`
I
must
trouble
you
not
to
tell
me
that
you
did
n't
mean
,
if
you
please
,
Dombey
,
'
said
Miss
Blimber
,
who
preserved
an
awful
politeness
in
her
admonitions
.
`
That
is
a
line
of
argument
I
could
n't
dream
of
permitting
.
´
Paul
felt
it
safest
to
say
nothing
at
all
,
so
he
only
looked
at
Miss
Blimber
's
spectacles
.
Miss
Blimber
having
shaken
her
head
at
him
gravely
,
referred
to
a
paper
lying
before
her
.
`
”
Analysis
of
the
character
of
P.
Dombey
.
”
If
my
recollection
serves
me
,
´
said
Miss
Blimber
breaking
off
,
`
the
word
analysis
as
opposed
to
synthesis
,
is
thus
defined
by
Walker
.
“
The
resolution
of
an
object
,
whether
of
the
senses
or
of
the
intellect
,
into
its
first
elements
.
”
As
opposed
to
synthesis
,
you
observe
.
Now
you
know
what
analysis
is
,
Dombey
.
´
Dombey
did
n't
seem
to
be
absolutely
blinded
by
the
light
let
in
upon
his
intellect
,
but
he
made
Miss
Blimber
a
little
bow
.
`
”
Analysis
,
”
´
resumed
Miss
Blimber
,
casting
her
eye
over
the
paper
,
`
”
of
the
character
of
P.
Dombey
.
”
I
find
that
the
natural
capacity
of
Dombey
is
extremely
good
;
and
that
his
general
disposition
to
study
may
be
stated
in
an
equal
ratio
.
Thus
,
taking
eight
as
our
standard
and
highest
number
,
I
find
these
qualities
in
Dombey
stated
each
at
six
three-fourths
!
´
Miss
Blimber
paused
to
see
how
Paul
received
this
news
.
Being
undecided
whether
six
three-fourths
meant
six
pounds
fifteen
,
or
sixpence
three
farthings
,
or
six
foot
three
,
or
three
quarters
past
six
,
or
six
somethings
that
he
had
n't
learnt
yet
,
with
three
unknown
something
elses
over
,
Paul
rubbed
his
hands
and
looked
straight
at
Miss
Blimber
.
It
happened
to
answer
as
well
as
anything
else
he
could
have
done
;
and
Cornelia
proceeded
.
`
”
Violence
two
.
Selfishness
two
.
Inclination
to
low
company
,
as
evinced
in
the
case
of
a
person
named
Glubb
,
originally
seven
,
but
since
reduced
.
Gentlemanly
demeanour
four
,
and
improving
with
advancing
years
.
”
Now
what
I
particularly
wish
to
call
your
attention
to
,
Dombey
,
is
the
general
observation
at
the
close
of
this
analysis
.
´
Paul
set
himself
to
follow
it
with
great
care
.
`
”
It
may
be
generally
observed
of
Dombey
,
”
'
said
Miss
Blimber
,
reading
in
a
loud
voice
,
and
at
every
second
word
directing
her
spectacles
towards
the
little
figure
before
her
:
`
”
that
his
abilities
and
inclinations
are
good
,
and
that
he
has
made
as
much
progress
as
under
the
circumstances
could
have
been
expected
.
But
it
is
to
be
lamented
of
this
young
gentleman
that
he
is
singular
(
what
is
usually
termed
old-fashioned
)
in
his
character
and
conduct
,
and
that
without
presenting
anything
in
either
which
distinctly
calls
for
reprobation
,
he
is
often
very
unlike
other
young
gentlemen
of
his
age
and
social
position
.
”
Now
,
Dombey
,
´
said
Miss
Blimber
,
laying
down
the
paper
,
`
do
you
understand
that
?
´
`
I
think
I
do
,
Ma'am
,
´
said
Paul
.
`
This
analysis
,
you
see
,
Dombey
,
'
Miss
Blimber
continued
,
is
going
to
be
sent
home
to
your
respected
parent
.
It
will
naturally
be
very
painful
to
him
to
find
that
you
are
singular
in
your
character
and
conduct
.
It
is
naturally
painful
to
us
;
for
we
ca
n't
like
you
,
you
know
,
Dombey
,
as
well
as
we
could
wish
.
´
She
touched
the
child
upon
a
tender
point
.
He
had
secretly
become
more
and
more
solicitous
from
day
to
day
,
as
the
time
of
his
departure
drew
more
near
,
that
all
the
house
should
like
him
.
From
some
hidden
reason
,
very
imperfectly
understood
by
himself
—
if
understood
at
all
—
he
felt
a
gradually
increasing
impulse
of
affection
,
towards
almost
everything
and
everybody
in
the
place
.
He
could
not
bear
to
think
that
they
would
be
quite
indifferent
to
him
when
he
was
gone
.
He
wanted
them
to
remember
him
kindly
;
and
he
had
made
it
his
business
even
to
conciliate
a
great
hoarse
shaggy
dog
,
chained
up
at
the
back
of
the
house
,
who
had
previously
been
the
terror
of
his
life
;
that
even
he
might
miss
him
when
he
was
no
longer
there
.
Little
thinking
that
in
this
,
he
only
showed
again
the
difference
between
himself
and
his
compeers
,
poor
tiny
Paul
set
it
forth
to
Miss
Blimber
as
well
as
he
could
,
and
begged
her
,
in
despite
of
the
official
analysis
,
to
have
the
goodness
to
try
and
like
him
.
To
Mrs.
Blimber
,
who
had
joined
them
,
he
preferred
the
same
petition
:
and
when
that
lady
could
not
forbear
,
even
in
his
presence
,
from
giving
utterance
to
her
often-repeated
opinion
,
that
he
was
an
odd
child
,
Paul
told
her
that
he
was
sure
she
was
quite
right
;
that
he
thought
it
must
be
his
bones
,
but
he
did
n't
know
;
and
that
he
hoped
she
would
overlook
it
,
for
he
was
fond
of
them
all
.
`
Not
so
fond
,
´
said
Paul
,
with
a
mixture
of
timidity
and
perfect
frankness
,
which
was
one
of
the
most
peculiar
and
most
engaging
qualities
of
the
child
,
`
not
so
fond
as
I
am
of
Florence
,
of
course
;
that
could
never
be
.
You
could
n't
expect
that
,
could
you
,
Ma'am
?
´
`
Oh
!
the
old-fashioned
little
soul
!
´
cried
Mrs.
Blimber
,
in
a
whisper
.
`
But
I
like
everybody
here
very
much
,
´
pursued
Paul
,
`
and
I
should
grieve
to
go
away
,
and
think
that
any
one
was
glad
that
I
was
gone
,
or
did
n't
care
.
´
Mrs.
Blimber
was
now
quite
sure
that
Paul
was
the
oddest
child
in
the
world
;
and
when
she
told
the
Doctor
what
had
passed
,
the
Doctor
did
not
controvert
his
wife
's
opinion
.
But
he
said
,
as
he
had
said
before
,
when
Paul
first
came
,
that
study
would
do
much
;
and
he
also
said
,
as
he
had
said
on
that
occasion
,
`
Bring
him
on
,
Cornelia
!
Bring
him
on
!
´
Cornelia
had
always
brought
him
on
as
vigorously
as
she
could
;
and
Paul
had
had
a
hard
life
of
it
.
But
over
and
above
the
getting
through
his
tasks
,
he
had
long
had
another
purpose
always
present
to
him
,
and
to
which
he
still
held
fast
.
It
was
,
to
be
a
gentle
,
useful
,
quiet
little
fellow
,
always
striving
to
secure
the
love
and
attachment
of
the
rest
;
and
though
he
was
yet
often
to
be
seen
at
his
old
post
on
the
stairs
,
or
watching
the
waves
and
clouds
from
his
solitary
window
,
he
was
oftener
found
,
too
,
among
the
other
boys
,
modestly
rendering
them
some
little
voluntary
service
.
Thus
it
came
to
pass
,
that
even
among
those
rigid
and
absorbed
young
anchorites
,
who
mortified
themselves
beneath
the
roof
of
Doctor
Blimber
,
Paul
was
an
object
of
general
interest
;
a
fragile
little
plaything
that
they
all
liked
,
and
that
no
one
would
have
thought
of
treating
roughly
.
But
he
could
not
change
his
nature
,
or
re-write
the
analysis
;
and
so
they
all
agreed
that
Dombey
was
old-fashioned
.
There
were
some
immunities
,
however
,
attaching
to
the
character
enjoyed
by
no
one
else
.
They
could
have
better
spared
a
newer-fashioned
child
,
and
that
alone
was
much
.
When
the
others
only
bowed
to
Doctor
Blimber
and
family
on
retiring
for
the
night
,
Paul
would
stretch
out
his
morsel
of
a
hand
,
and
boldly
shake
the
Doctor
's
;
also
Mrs.
Blimber
's
;
also
Cornelia
's
.
If
anybody
was
to
be
begged
off
from
impending
punishment
,
Paul
was
always
the
delegate
.
The
weak-eyed
young
man
himself
had
once
consulted
him
,
in
reference
to
a
little
breakage
of
glass
and
china
.
And
it
was
darkly
rumoured
that
the
butler
,
regarding
him
with
favour
such
as
that
stern
man
had
never
shown
before
to
mortal
boy
,
had
sometimes
mingled
porter
with
his
table-beer
to
make
him
strong
.
Over
and
above
these
extensive
privileges
,
Paul
had
free
right
of
entry
to
Mr.
Feeder
's
room
,
from
which
apartment
he
had
twice
led
Mr.
Toots
into
the
open
air
in
a
state
of
faintness
,
consequent
on
an
unsuccessful
attempt
to
smoke
a
very
blunt
cigar
:
one
of
a
bundle
which
that
young
gentleman
had
covertly
purchased
on
the
shingle
from
a
most
desperate
smuggler
,
who
had
acknowledged
,
in
confidence
,
that
two
hundred
pounds
was
the
price
set
upon
his
head
,
dead
or
alive
,
by
the
Custom
House
.
It
was
a
snug
room
,
Mr.
Feeder
's
,
with
his
bed
in
another
little
room
inside
of
it
;
and
a
flute
,
which
Mr.
Feeder
could
n't
play
yet
,
but
was
going
to
make
a
point
of
learning
,
he
said
,
hanging
up
over
the
fireplace
.
There
were
some
books
in
it
,
too
,
and
a
fishing-rod
;
for
Mr.
Feeder
said
he
should
certainly
make
a
point
of
learning
to
fish
,
when
he
could
find
time
.
Mr.
Feeder
had
amassed
,
with
similar
intentions
,
a
beautiful
little
curly
secondhand
key-bugle
,
a
chess-board
and
men
,
a
Spanish
Grammar
,
a
set
of
sketching
materials
,
and
a
pair
of
boxing-gloves
.
The
art
of
self-defence
Mr.
Feeder
said
he
should
undoubtedly
make
a
point
of
learning
,
as
he
considered
it
the
duty
of
every
man
to
do
;
for
it
might
lead
to
the
protection
of
a
female
in
distress
.
But
Mr.
Feeder
's
great
possession
was
a
large
green
jar
of
snuff
,
which
Mr.
Toots
had
brought
down
as
a
present
,
at
the
close
of
the
last
vacation
;
and
for
which
he
had
paid
a
high
price
,
as
having
been
the
genuine
property
of
the
Prince
Regent
.
Neither
Mr.
Toots
not
Mr.
Feeder
could
partake
of
this
or
any
other
snuff
,
even
in
the
most
stinted
and
moderate
degree
,
without
being
seized
with
convulsions
of
sneezing
.
Nevertheless
it
was
their
great
delight
to
moisten
a
box-full
with
cold
tea
,
stir
it
up
on
a
piece
of
parchment
with
a
paper-knife
,
and
devote
themselves
to
its
consumption
then
and
there
.
In
the
course
of
which
cramming
of
their
noses
,
they
endured
surprising
torments
with
the
constancy
of
martyrs
:
and
,
drinking
table-beer
at
intervals
,
felt
all
the
glories
of
dissipation
.
To
little
Paul
sitting
silent
in
their
company
,
and
by
the
side
of
his
chief
patron
,
Mr.
Toots
,
there
was
a
dread
charm
in
these
reckless
occasions
:
and
when
Mr.
Feeder
spoke
of
the
dark
mysteries
of
London
,
and
told
Mr.
Toots
that
he
was
going
to
observe
it
himself
closely
in
all
its
ramifications
in
the
approaching
holidays
,
and
for
that
purpose
had
made
arrangements
to
board
with
two
old
maiden
ladies
at
Peckham
,
Paul
regarded
him
as
if
he
were
the
hero
of
some
book
of
travels
or
wild
adventure
,
and
was
almost
afraid
of
such
a
slashing
person
.
Going
into
this
room
one
evening
,
when
the
holidays
were
very
near
,
Paul
found
Mr.
Feeder
filling
up
the
blanks
in
some
printed
letters
,
while
some
others
,
already
filled
up
and
strewn
before
him
,
were
being
folded
and
sealed
by
Mr.
Toots
.
Mr.
Feeder
said
,
`
Aha
,
Dombey
,
there
you
are
,
are
you
?
'
—
for
they
were
always
kind
to
him
,
and
glad
to
see
him
—
and
then
said
,
tossing
one
of
the
letters
towards
him
,
`
And
there
you
are
,
too
,
Dombey
.
That
's
yours
.
´
`
Mine
,
Sir
?
´
said
Paul
.
`
Your
invitation
,
´
returned
Mr.
Feeder
.
Paul
,
looking
at
it
,
found
,
in
copper-plate
print
,
with
the
exception
of
his
own
name
and
the
date
,
which
were
in
Mr.
Feeder
's
Penmanship
,
that
Doctor
and
Mrs.
Blimber
requested
the
pleasure
of
Mr.
P.
Dombey
's
company
at
an
early
party
on
Wednesday
Evening
the
Seventeenth
Instant
;
and
that
the
hour
was
half-past
seven
o'clock
;
and
that
the
object
was
Quadrilles
.
Mr.
Toots
also
showed
him
,
by
holding
up
a
companion
sheet
of
paper
,
that
Doctor
and
Mrs.
Blimber
requested
the
pleasure
of
Mr.
Toots
's
company
at
an
early
party
on
Wednesday
Evening
the
Seventeenth
Instant
,
when
the
hour
was
half-past
seven
o'clock
,
and
when
the
object
was
Quadrilles
.
He
also
found
,
on
glancing
at
the
table
where
Mr.
Feeder
sat
,
that
the
pleasure
of
Mr.
Briggs
's
company
,
and
of
Mr.
Tozer
's
company
,
and
of
every
young
gentleman
's
company
,
was
requested
by
Doctor
and
Mrs.
Blimber
on
the
same
genteel
occasion
.
Mr.
Feeder
then
told
him
,
to
his
great
joy
,
that
his
sister
was
invited
,
and
that
it
was
a
half-yearly
event
,
and
that
,
as
the
holidays
began
that
day
,
he
could
go
away
with
his
sister
after
the
party
,
if
he
liked
,
which
Paul
interrupted
him
to
say
he
would
like
,
very
much
.
Mr.
Feeder
then
gave
him
to
understand
that
he
would
be
expected
to
inform
Doctor
and
Mrs.
Blimber
,
in
superfine
small-hand
,
that
Mr.
P.
Dombey
would
be
happy
to
have
the
honour
of
waiting
on
them
,
in
accordance
with
their
polite
invitation
.
Lastly
,
Mr.
Feeder
said
,
he
had
better
not
refer
to
the
festive
occasion
,
in
the
hearing
of
Doctor
and
Mrs.
Blimber
;
as
these
preliminaries
,
and
the
whole
of
the
arrangements
,
were
conducted
on
principles
of
classicality
and
high
breeding
;
and
that
Doctor
and
Mrs.
Blimber
on
the
one
hand
,
and
the
young
gentlemen
on
the
other
,
were
supposed
,
in
their
scholastic
capacities
,
not
to
have
the
least
idea
of
what
was
in
the
wind
.
Paul
thanked
Mr.
Feeder
for
these
hints
,
and
pocketing
his
invitation
,
sat
down
on
a
stool
by
the
side
of
Mr.
Toots
as
usual
.
But
Paul
's
head
,
which
had
long
been
ailing
more
or
less
,
and
was
sometimes
very
heavy
and
painful
,
felt
so
uneasy
that
night
,
that
he
was
obliged
to
support
it
on
his
hand
.
And
yet
it
dropped
so
,
that
by
little
and
little
it
sunk
on
Mr.
Toots
's
knee
,
and
rested
there
,
as
if
it
had
no
care
to
be
ever
lifted
up
again
.
That
was
no
reason
why
he
should
be
deaf
,
but
he
must
have
been
,
he
thought
,
for
,
by
and
by
,
he
heard
Mr.
Feeder
calling
in
his
ear
,
and
gently
shaking
him
to
rouse
his
attention
.
And
when
he
raised
his
head
,
quite
scared
,
and
looked
about
him
,
he
found
that
Doctor
Blimber
had
come
into
the
room
;
and
that
the
window
was
open
,
and
that
his
forehead
was
wet
with
sprinkled
water
;
though
how
all
this
had
been
done
without
his
knowledge
,
was
very
curious
indeed
.
`
Ah
!
Come
,
come
!
That
's
well
!
How
is
my
little
friend
now
?
´
said
Doctor
Blimber
,
encouragingly
.
`
Oh
,
quite
well
,
thank
you
,
Sir
,
´
said
Paul
.
But
there
seemed
to
be
something
the
matter
with
the
floor
,
for
he
could
n't
stand
upon
it
steadily
;
and
with
the
walls
too
,
for
they
were
inclined
to
turn
round
and
round
,
and
could
only
be
stopped
by
being
looked
at
very
hard
indeed
.
Mr.
Toots
's
head
had
the
appearance
of
being
at
once
bigger
and
farther
off
than
was
quite
natural
:
and
when
he
took
Paul
in
his
arms
,
to
carry
him
up
stairs
,
Paul
observed
with
astonishment
that
the
door
was
in
quite
a
different
place
from
that
in
which
he
had
expected
to
find
it
,
and
almost
thought
,
at
first
,
that
Mr.
Toots
was
going
to
walk
straight
up
the
chimney
.
It
was
very
kind
of
Mr.
Toots
to
carry
him
to
the
top
of
the
house
so
tenderly
;
and
Paul
told
him
that
it
was
.
But
Mr.
Toots
said
he
would
do
a
great
deal
more
than
that
,
if
he
could
;
and
indeed
he
did
more
as
it
was
:
for
he
helped
Paul
to
undress
,
and
helped
him
to
bed
,
in
the
kindest
manner
possible
,
and
then
sat
down
by
the
bedside
and
chuckled
very
much
;
while
Mr.
Feeder
,
B.A.
,
leaning
over
the
bottom
of
the
bedstead
,
set
all
the
little
bristles
on
his
head
bolt
upright
with
his
bony
hands
,
and
then
made
believe
to
spar
at
Paul
with
great
science
,
on
account
of
his
being
all
right
again
,
which
was
so
uncommonly
facetious
,
and
kind
too
in
Mr.
Feeder
,
that
Paul
,
not
being
able
to
make
up
his
mind
whether
it
was
best
to
laugh
or
cry
at
him
,
did
both
at
once
.
How
Mr.
Toots
melted
away
,
and
Mr.
Feeder
changed
into
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
Paul
never
thought
of
asking
;
neither
was
he
at
all
curious
to
know
;
but
when
he
saw
Mrs.
Pipchin
standing
at
the
bottom
of
the
bed
,
instead
of
Mr.
Feeder
,
he
cried
out
,
`
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
do
n't
tell
Florence
!
´
`
Do
n't
tell
Florence
what
,
my
little
Paul
?
´
said
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
coming
round
to
the
bedside
,
and
sitting
down
in
the
chair
.
`
About
me
,
´
said
Paul
.
`
No
,
no
,
´
said
Mrs.
Pipchin
.
`
What
do
you
think
I
mean
to
do
when
I
grow
up
,
Mrs.
Pipchin
?
´
inquired
Paul
,
turning
his
face
towards
her
on
his
pillow
,
and
resting
his
chin
wistfully
on
his
folded
hands
.
Mrs.
Pipchin
could
n't
guess
.
`
I
mean
,
´
said
Paul
,
`
to
put
my
money
all
together
in
one
Bank
,
never
try
to
get
any
more
,
go
away
into
the
country
with
my
darling
Florence
,
have
a
beautiful
garden
,
fields
,
and
woods
,
and
live
there
with
her
all
my
life
!
´
`
Indeed
!
´
cried
Mrs.
Pipchin
.
`
Yes
,
´
said
Paul
.
`
That
's
what
I
mean
to
do
,
when
I
—
´
He
stopped
,
and
pondered
for
a
moment
.
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
grey
eye
scanned
his
thoughtful
face
.
`
If
I
grow
up
,
´
said
Paul
.
Then
he
went
on
immediately
to
tell
Mrs.
Pipchin
all
about
the
party
,
about
Florence
's
invitation
,
about
the
pride
he
would
have
in
the
admiration
that
would
be
felt
for
her
by
all
the
boys
,
about
their
being
so
kind
to
him
and
fond
of
him
,
about
his
being
so
fond
of
them
,
and
about
his
being
so
glad
of
it
.
Then
he
told
Mrs.
Pipchin
about
the
analysis
,
and
about
his
being
certainly
old-fashioned
,
and
took
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
opinion
on
that
point
,
and
whether
she
knew
why
it
was
,
and
what
it
meant
.
Mrs.
Pipchin
denied
the
fact
altogether
,
as
the
shortest
way
of
getting
out
of
the
difficulty
;
but
Paul
was
far
from
satisfied
with
that
reply
,
and
looked
so
searchingly
at
Mrs.
Pipchin
for
a
truer
answer
,
that
she
was
obliged
to
get
up
and
look
out
of
the
window
to
avoid
his
eyes
.
There
was
a
certain
calm
Apothecary
,
who
attended
at
the
establishment
when
any
of
the
young
gentlemen
were
ill
,
and
somehow
he
got
into
the
room
and
appeared
at
the
bedside
,
with
Mrs.
Blimber
.
How
they
came
there
,
or
how
long
they
had
been
there
,
Paul
did
n't
know
;
but
when
he
saw
them
,
he
sat
up
in
bed
,
and
answered
all
the
Apothecary
's
questions
at
full
length
,
and
whispered
to
him
that
Florence
was
not
to
know
anything
about
it
,
if
he
pleased
,
and
that
he
had
set
his
mind
upon
her
coming
to
the
party
.
He
was
very
chatty
with
the
Apothecary
,
and
they
parted
excellent
friends
.
Lying
down
again
with
his
eyes
shut
,
he
heard
the
Apothecary
say
,
out
of
the
room
and
quite
a
long
way
off
—
or
he
dreamed
it
—
that
there
was
a
want
of
vital
power
(
what
was
that
,
Paul
wondered
)
and
great
constitutional
weakness
.
That
as
the
little
fellow
had
set
his
heart
on
parting
with
his
school-mates
on
the
seventeenth
,
it
would
be
better
to
indulge
the
fancy
if
he
grew
no
worse
.
That
he
was
glad
to
hear
from
Mrs.
Pipchin
,
that
the
little
fellow
would
go
to
his
friends
in
London
on
the
eighteenth
.
That
he
would
write
to
Mr.
Dombey
,
when
he
should
have
gained
a
better
knowledge
of
the
case
,
and
before
that
day
.
That
there
was
no
immediate
cause
for
—
what
?
Paul
lost
that
word
.
And
that
the
little
fellow
had
a
fine
mind
,
but
was
an
old-fashioned
boy
.
What
old
fashion
could
that
be
,
Paul
wondered
with
a
palpitating
heart
,
that
was
so
visibly
expressed
in
him
;
so
plainly
seen
by
so
many
people
!
He
could
neither
make
it
out
,
not
trouble
himself
long
with
the
effort
.
Mrs.
Pipchin
was
again
beside
him
,
if
she
had
ever
been
away
(
he
thought
she
had
gone
out
with
the
Doctor
,
but
it
was
all
a
dream
perhaps
)
,
and
presently
a
bottle
and
glass
got
into
her
hands
magically
,
and
she
poured
out
the
contents
for
him
.
After
that
,
he
had
some
real
good
jelly
,
which
Mrs.
Blimber
brought
to
him
herself
;
and
then
he
was
so
well
,
that
Mrs.
Pipchin
went
home
,
at
his
urgent
solicitation
,
and
Briggs
and
Tozer
came
to
bed
.
Poor
Briggs
grumbled
terribly
about
his
own
analysis
,
which
could
hardly
have
discomposed
him
more
if
it
had
been
a
chemical
process
;
but
he
was
very
good
to
Paul
,
and
so
was
Tozer
,
and
so
were
all
the
rest
,
for
they
everyone
looked
in
before
going
to
bed
,
and
said
,
`
How
are
you
now
,
Dombey
?
´
`
Cheer
up
,
little
Dombey
!
´
and
so
forth
.
After
Briggs
had
got
into
bed
,
he
lay
awake
for
a
long
time
,
still
bemoaning
his
analysis
,
and
saying
he
knew
it
was
all
wrong
,
and
they
could
n't
have
analysed
a
murderer
worse
,
and
how
would
Doctor
Blimber
like
it
if
his
pocket-money
depended
on
it
?
It
was
very
easy
,
Briggs
said
,
to
make
a
galley-slave
of
a
boy
all
the
half-year
,
and
then
score
him
up
idle
;
and
to
crib
two
dinners
a-week
out
of
his
board
,
and
then
score
him
up
greedy
:
but
that
was
n't
going
to
be
submitted
to
,
he
believed
,
was
it
?
Oh
!
Ah
!
Before
the
weak-eyed
young
man
performed
on
the
gong
next
morning
,
he
came
up
stairs
to
Paul
and
told
him
he
was
to
lie
still
,
which
Paul
very
gladly
did
.
Mrs.
Pipchin
reappeared
a
little
before
the
Apothecary
,
and
a
little
after
the
good
young
woman
whom
Paul
had
seen
cleaning
the
stove
on
that
first
morning
(
how
long
ago
it
seemed
now
!
)
had
brought
him
his
breakfast
.
There
was
another
consultation
a
long
way
off
,
or
else
Paul
dreamed
it
again
;
and
then
the
Apothecary
,
coming
back
with
Doctor
and
Mrs.
Blimber
,
said
:
`
Yes
,
I
think
,
Doctor
Blimber
,
we
may
release
this
young
gentleman
from
his
books
just
now
;
the
vacation
being
so
very
near
at
hand
.
´
`
By
all
means
,
´
said
Doctor
Blimber
.
`
My
love
,
you
will
inform
Cornelia
,
if
you
please
.
´
`
Assuredly
,
´
said
Mrs.
Blimber
.
The
Apothecary
bending
down
,
looked
closely
into
Paul
's
eyes
,
and
felt
his
head
,
and
his
pulse
,
and
his
heart
,
with
so
much
interest
and
care
,
that
Paul
said
,
`
Thank
you
,
sir
.
´
`
Our
little
friend
,
´
observed
Doctor
Blimber
,
`
has
never
complained
.
´
`
Oh
no
!
´
replied
the
Apothecary
.
`
He
was
not
likely
to
complain
.
´
`
You
find
him
greatly
better
?
´
said
Doctor
Blimber
.
`
Oh
!
he
is
greatly
better
,
Sir
,
´
returned
the
Apothecary
.
Paul
had
begun
to
speculate
,
in
his
own
odd
way
,
on
the
subject
that
might
occupy
the
Apothecary
's
mind
just
at
that
moment
;
so
musingly
had
he
answered
the
two
questions
of
Doctor
Blimber
.
But
the
Apothecary
happening
to
meet
his
little
patient
's
eyes
,
as
the
latter
set
off
on
that
mental
expedition
,
and
coming
instantly
out
of
his
abstraction
with
a
cheerful
smile
,
Paul
smiled
in
return
and
abandoned
it
.
He
lay
in
bed
all
that
day
,
dozing
and
dreaming
,
and
looking
at
Mr.
Toots
:
but
got
up
on
the
next
,
and
went
down
stairs
.
Lo
and
behold
,
there
was
something
the
matter
with
the
great
clock
;
and
a
workman
on
a
pair
of
steps
had
taken
its
face
off
,
and
was
poking
instruments
into
the
works
by
the
light
of
a
candle
!
This
was
a
great
event
for
Paul
,
who
sat
down
on
the
bottom
stair
,
and
watched
the
operation
attentively
:
now
and
then
glancing
at
the
clock
face
,
leaning
all
askew
,
against
the
wall
hard
by
,
and
feeling
a
little
confused
by
a
suspicion
that
it
was
ogling
him
.
The
workman
on
the
steps
was
very
civil
;
and
as
he
said
,
when
he
observed
Paul
,
`
How
do
you
do
,
Sir
?
´
Paul
got
into
conversation
with
him
,
and
told
him
he
had
n't
been
quite
well
lately
.
The
ice
being
thus
broken
,
Paul
asked
him
a
multitude
of
questions
about
chimes
and
clocks
:
as
,
whether
people
watched
up
in
the
lonely
church
steeples
by
night
to
make
them
strike
,
and
how
the
bells
were
rung
when
people
dies
,
and
whether
those
were
different
bells
from
wedding
bells
,
or
only
sounded
dismal
in
the
fancies
of
the
living
.
Finding
that
his
new
acquaintance
was
not
very
well
informed
on
the
subject
of
the
Curfew
Bell
of
ancient
days
,
Paul
gave
him
an
account
of
that
institution
;
and
also
asked
him
,
as
a
practical
man
,
what
he
thought
about
King
Alfred
's
idea
of
measuring
time
by
the
burning
of
candles
;
to
which
the
workman
replied
,
that
he
thought
it
would
be
the
ruin
of
the
clock
trade
if
it
was
to
come
up
again
.
In
fine
,
Paul
looked
on
,
until
the
clock
had
quite
recovered
its
familiar
aspect
,
and
resumed
its
sedate
inquiry
:
when
the
workman
,
putting
away
his
tools
in
a
long
basket
,
bade
him
good
day
,
and
went
away
.
Though
not
before
he
had
whispered
something
,
on
the
door-mat
,
to
the
footman
,
in
which
there
was
the
phrase
`
old-fashioned
'
—
for
Paul
heard
it
.
What
could
that
old
fashion
be
,
that
seemed
to
make
the
people
sorry
!
what
could
it
be
!
Having
nothing
to
learn
now
,
he
thought
of
this
frequently
;
though
not
so
often
as
he
might
have
done
,
if
he
had
had
fewer
things
to
think
of
.
But
he
had
a
great
many
;
and
was
always
thinking
,
all
day
long
.
First
,
there
was
Florence
coming
to
the
party
.
Florence
would
see
that
the
boys
were
fond
of
him
;
and
that
would
make
her
happy
.
This
was
his
great
theme
.
Let
Florence
once
be
sure
that
they
were
gentle
and
good
to
him
,
and
that
he
had
become
a
little
favourite
among
them
,
and
then
she
would
always
think
of
the
time
he
had
passed
there
,
without
being
very
sorry
.
Florence
might
be
all
the
happier
too
for
that
perhaps
,
when
he
came
back
.
When
he
came
back
!
Fifty
times
a
day
,
his
noiseless
little
feet
went
up
the
stairs
to
his
own
room
,
as
he
collected
every
book
and
scrap
,
and
trifle
that
belonged
to
him
,
and
put
them
all
together
there
,
down
to
the
minutest
thing
,
for
taking
home
!
There
was
no
shade
of
coming
back
on
little
Paul
;
no
preparation
for
it
,
or
other
reference
to
it
,
grew
out
of
anything
he
thought
or
did
,
except
this
slight
one
in
connexion
with
his
sister
.
On
the
contrary
,
he
had
to
think
of
everything
familiar
to
him
,
in
his
contemplative
moods
and
in
his
wanderings
about
the
house
,
as
being
to
be
parted
with
;
and
hence
the
many
things
he
had
to
think
of
,
all
day
long
.
He
had
to
peep
into
those
rooms
up-stairs
,
and
think
how
solitary
they
would
be
when
he
was
gone
,
and
wonder
through
how
many
silent
days
,
weeks
,
months
,
and
years
,
they
would
continue
just
as
grave
and
undisturbed
.
He
had
to
think
—
would
any
other
child
(
old-fashioned
,
like
himself
)
stray
there
at
any
time
,
to
whom
the
same
grotesque
distortions
of
pattern
and
furniture
would
manifest
themselves
;
and
would
anybody
tell
that
boy
of
little
Dombey
,
who
had
been
there
once
?
He
had
to
think
of
a
portrait
on
the
stairs
,
which
always
looked
earnestly
after
him
as
he
went
away
,
eyeing
it
over
his
shoulder
:
and
which
,
when
he
passed
it
in
the
company
of
any
one
,
still
seemed
to
gaze
at
him
,
and
not
at
his
companion
.
He
had
much
to
think
of
,
in
association
with
a
print
that
hung
up
in
another
place
,
where
,
in
the
centre
of
a
wondering
group
,
one
figure
that
he
knew
,
a
figure
with
a
light
about
its
head
—
benignant
,
mild
,
and
merciful
—
stood
pointing
upward
.
At
his
own
bedroom
window
,
there
were
crowds
of
thoughts
that
mixed
with
these
,
and
came
on
,
one
upon
another
,
like
the
rolling
waves
.
Where
those
wild
birds
lived
,
that
were
always
hovering
out
at
sea
in
troubled
weather
;
where
the
clouds
rose
and
first
began
;
whence
the
wind
issued
on
its
rushing
flight
,
and
where
it
stopped
;
whether
the
spot
where
he
and
Florence
had
so
often
sat
,
and
watched
,
and
talked
about
these
things
,
could
ever
be
exactly
as
it
used
to
be
without
them
;
whether
it
could
ever
be
the
same
to
Florence
,
if
he
were
in
some
distant
place
,
and
she
were
sitting
there
alone
.
He
had
to
think
,
too
,
of
Mr.
Toots
,
and
Mr.
Feeder
,
B.A.
;
of
all
the
boys
;
and
of
Doctor
Blimber
,
Mrs.
Blimber
,
and
Miss
Blimber
;
of
home
,
and
of
his
aunt
and
Miss
Tox
;
of
his
father
,
Dombey
and
Son
,
Walter
with
the
poor
old
uncle
who
had
got
the
money
he
wanted
,
and
that
gruff-voiced
Captain
with
the
iron
hand
.
Besides
all
this
,
he
had
a
number
of
little
visits
to
pay
,
in
the
course
of
the
day
;
to
the
schoolroom
,
to
Doctor
Blimber
's
study
,
to
Mrs.
Blimber
's
private
a
apartment
,
to
Miss
Blimber
's
,
and
to
the
dog
.
For
he
was
free
of
the
whole
house
now
,
to
range
it
as
he
chose
;
and
,
in
his
desire
to
part
with
everybody
on
affectionate
terms
,
he
attended
,
in
his
way
,
to
them
all
.
Sometimes
he
found
places
in
books
for
Briggs
,
who
was
always
losing
them
;
sometimes
he
looked
up
words
in
dictionaries
for
other
young
gentlemen
who
were
in
extremity
;
sometimes
he
held
skeins
of
silk
for
Mrs.
Blimber
to
wind
;
sometimes
he
put
Cornelia
's
desk
to
rights
;
sometimes
he
would
even
creep
into
the
Doctor
's
study
,
and
,
sitting
on
the
carpet
near
his
learned
feet
,
turn
the
globes
softly
,
and
go
round
the
world
,
or
take
a
flight
among
the
far-off
stars
.
In
those
days
immediately
before
the
holidays
,
in
short
,
when
the
other
young
gentlemen
were
labouring
for
dear
life
through
a
general
resumption
of
the
studies
of
the
whole
half-year
,
Paul
was
such
a
privileged
pupil
as
had
never
been
seen
in
that
house
before
.
He
could
hardly
believe
it
himself
;
but
his
liberty
lasted
from
hour
to
hour
,
and
from
day
to
day
;
and
little
Dombey
was
caressed
by
everyone
.
Doctor
Blimber
was
so
particular
about
him
,
that
he
requested
Johnson
to
retire
from
the
dinner-table
one
day
,
for
having
thoughtlessly
spoken
to
him
as
`
poor
little
Dombey
;
´
which
Paul
thought
rather
hard
and
severe
,
though
he
had
flushed
at
the
moment
,
and
wondered
why
Johnson
should
pity
him
.
It
was
the
more
questionable
justice
,
Paul
thought
,
in
the
Doctor
,
from
his
having
certainly
overheard
that
great
authority
give
his
assent
on
the
previous
evening
,
to
the
proposition
(
stated
by
Mrs.
Blimber
)
that
poor
dear
little
Dombey
was
more
old-fashioned
than
ever
.
And
now
it
was
that
Paul
began
to
think
it
must
surely
be
old-fashioned
to
be
very
thin
,
and
light
,
and
easily
tired
,
and
soon
disposed
to
lie
down
anywhere
and
rest
;
for
he
could
n't
help
feeling
that
these
were
more
and
more
his
habits
every
day
.
At
last
the
party-day
arrived
;
and
Doctor
Blimber
said
at
breakfast
,
`
Gentlemen
,
we
will
resume
our
studies
on
the
twenty-fifth
of
next
month
.
´
Mr.
Toots
immediately
threw
off
his
allegiance
,
and
put
on
his
ring
:
and
mentioning
the
Doctor
in
casual
conversation
shortly
afterwards
,
spoke
of
him
as
`
Blimber
!
'
This
act
of
freedom
inspired
the
older
pupils
with
admiration
and
envy
;
but
the
younger
spirits
were
appalled
,
and
seemed
to
marvel
that
no
beam
fell
down
and
crushed
him
.
Not
the
least
allusion
was
made
to
the
ceremonies
of
the
evening
,
either
at
breakfast
or
at
dinner
;
but
there
was
a
bustle
in
the
house
all
day
,
and
in
the
course
of
his
perambulations
,
Paul
made
acquaintance
with
various
strange
benches
and
candlesticks
,
and
met
a
harp
in
a
green
greatcoat
standing
on
the
landing
outside
the
drawing-room
door
.
There
was
something
queer
,
too
,
about
Mrs.
Blimber
's
head
at
dinner-time
,
as
if
she
had
screwed
her
hair
up
too
tight
;
and
though
Miss
Blimber
showed
a
graceful
bunch
of
plaited
hair
on
each
temple
,
she
seemed
to
have
her
own
little
curls
in
paper
underneath
,
and
in
a
play-bill
too
:
for
Paul
read
`
Theatre
Royal
´
over
one
of
her
sparkling
spectacles
,
and
`
Brighton
´
over
the
other
.
There
was
a
grand
array
of
white
waistcoats
and
cravats
in
the
young
gentlemen
's
bedrooms
as
evening
approached
;
and
such
a
smell
of
singed
hair
,
that
Doctor
Blimber
sent
up
the
footman
with
his
compliments
,
and
wished
to
know
if
the
house
was
on
fire
.
But
it
was
only
the
hairdresser
curling
the
young
gentlemen
,
and
over-heating
his
tongs
in
the
ardour
of
business
.
When
Paul
was
dressed
—
which
was
very
soon
done
,
for
he
felt
unwell
and
drowsy
,
and
was
not
able
to
stand
about
it
very
long
—
he
went
down
into
the
drawing-room
;
where
he
found
Doctor
Blimber
pacing
up
and
down
the
room
full
dressed
,
but
with
a
dignified
and
unconcerned
demeanour
,
as
if
he
thought
it
barely
possible
that
one
or
two
people
might
drop
in
by
and
by
.
Shortly
afterwards
,
Mrs.
Blimber
appeared
,
looking
lovely
,
Paul
thought
;
and
attired
in
such
a
number
of
skirts
that
it
was
quite
an
excursion
to
walk
round
her
.
Miss
Blimber
came
down
soon
after
her
mama
;
a
little
squeezed
in
appearance
,
but
very
charming
.
Mr.
Toots
and
Mr.
Feeder
were
the
next
arrivals
.
Each
of
these
gentlemen
brought
his
hat
in
his
hand
,
as
if
he
lived
somewhere
else
;
and
when
they
were
announced
by
the
butler
,
Doctor
Blimber
said
,
`
Aye
,
aye
,
aye
!
God
bless
my
soul
!
´
and
seemed
extremely
glad
to
see
them
.
Mr.
Toots
was
one
blaze
of
jewellery
and
buttons
:
and
he
felt
the
circumstance
so
strongly
,
that
when
he
had
shaken
hands
with
the
Doctor
,
and
had
bowed
to
Mrs.
Blimber
and
Miss
Blimber
,
he
took
Paul
aside
,
and
said
,
`
What
do
you
think
of
this
,
Dombey
?
´
But
notwithstanding
this
modest
confidence
in
himself
,
Mr.
Toots
appeared
to
be
involved
in
a
good
deal
of
uncertainty
whether
,
on
the
whole
,
it
was
judicious
to
button
the
bottom
button
of
his
waistcoat
,
and
whether
,
on
a
calm
revision
of
all
the
circumstances
,
it
was
best
to
wear
his
wristbands
turned
up
or
turned
down
.
Observing
that
Mr.
Feeder
's
were
turned
up
,
Mr.
Toots
turned
his
up
;
but
the
wristbands
of
the
next
arrival
being
turned
down
,
Mr.
Toots
turned
his
down
.
The
differences
in
point
of
waistcoat
buttoning
,
not
only
at
the
bottom
,
but
at
the
top
too
,
became
so
numerous
and
complicated
as
the
arrivals
thickened
,
that
Mr.
Toots
was
continually
fingering
that
article
of
dress
,
as
if
he
were
performing
on
some
instrument
;
and
appeared
to
find
the
incessant
execution
it
demanded
,
quite
bewildering
.
All
the
young
gentlemen
,
tightly
cravatted
,
curled
,
and
pumped
,
and
with
their
best
hats
in
their
hands
,
having
been
at
different
times
announced
and
introduced
,
Mr.
Baps
,
the
dancing-master
,
came
,
accompanied
by
Mrs.
Baps
,
to
whom
Mrs.
Blimber
was
extremely
kind
and
condescending
.
Mr.
Baps
was
a
very
gentleman
,
with
a
slow
and
measured
manner
of
speaking
;
and
before
he
had
stood
under
the
lamp
five
minutes
,
he
began
to
talk
to
Toots
(
who
had
been
silently
comparing
pumps
with
him
)
about
what
you
were
to
do
with
your
raw
materials
when
they
came
into
your
ports
in
return
for
your
drain
of
gold
.
Mr.
Toots
,
to
whom
the
question
seemed
perplexing
,
suggested
`
Cook
'
em
.
´
But
Mr.
Baps
did
not
appear
to
think
that
would
do
.
Paul
now
slipped
away
from
the
cushioned
corner
of
a
sofa
,
which
had
been
his
post
of
observation
,
and
went
down
stairs
into
the
tea-room
to
be
ready
for
Florence
,
whom
he
had
not
seen
for
nearly
a
fortnight
,
as
he
had
remained
at
Doctor
Blimber
's
on
the
previous
Saturday
and
Sunday
,
lest
he
should
take
cold
.
Presently
she
came
:
looking
so
beautiful
in
her
simple
ball
dress
,
with
her
fresh
flowers
in
her
hand
,
that
when
she
knelt
down
on
the
ground
to
take
Paul
round
the
neck
and
kiss
him
(
for
there
was
no
one
there
,
but
his
friend
and
another
young
woman
waiting
to
serve
out
the
tea
)
,
he
could
hardly
make
up
his
mind
to
let
her
go
again
,
or
to
take
away
her
bright
and
loving
eyes
from
his
face
.
`
But
what
is
the
matter
,
Floy
?
´
asked
Paul
,
almost
sure
that
he
saw
a
tear
there
.
`
Nothing
,
darling
;
nothing
,
´
returned
Florence
.
Paul
touched
her
cheek
gently
with
his
finger
—
and
it
was
a
tear
!
`
Why
,
Floy
!
´
said
he
.
`
We
'll
go
home
together
,
and
I
'll
nurse
you
,
love
,
´
said
Florence
.
`
Nurse
me
!
´
echoed
Paul
.
Paul
could
n't
understand
what
that
had
to
do
with
it
,
not
why
the
two
young
women
looked
on
so
seriously
,
nor
why
Florence
turned
away
her
face
for
a
moment
,
and
then
turned
it
back
,
lighted
up
again
with
smiles
.
`
Floy
,
´
said
Paul
,
holding
a
ringlet
of
her
dark
hair
in
his
hand
.
`
Tell
me
,
dear
.
Do
you
think
I
have
grown
old-fashioned
?
´
His
sister
laughed
,
and
fondled
him
,
and
told
him
`
No.
´
`
Because
I
know
they
say
so
,
´
returned
Paul
,
`
and
I
want
to
know
what
they
mean
,
Floy
.
´
But
a
loud
double
knock
coming
at
the
door
,
and
Florence
hurrying
to
the
table
,
there
was
no
more
said
between
them
.
Paul
wondered
again
when
he
saw
his
friend
whisper
to
Florence
,
as
if
she
were
comforting
her
;
but
a
new
arrival
put
that
out
of
his
head
speedily
.
It
was
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
,
Lady
Skettles
,
and
Master
Skettles
.
Master
Skettles
was
to
be
a
new
boy
after
the
vacation
,
and
Fame
had
been
busy
,
in
Mr.
Feeder
's
room
,
with
his
father
,
who
was
in
the
House
of
Commons
,
and
of
whom
Mr.
Feeder
had
said
that
when
he
did
catch
the
Speaker
's
eye
(
which
he
had
been
expected
to
do
for
three
or
four
years
)
,
it
was
anticipated
that
he
would
rather
touch
up
the
Radicals
.
`
And
what
room
is
this
now
,
for
instance
?
´
said
Lady
Skettles
to
Paul
's
friend
,
'
Melia
.
`
Doctor
Blimber
's
study
,
ma'am
,
´
was
the
reply
.
Lady
Skettles
took
a
panoramic
survey
of
it
through
her
glass
,
and
said
to
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
,
with
a
nod
of
approval
,
`
Very
good
.
´
Sir
Barnet
assented
,
but
Master
Skettles
looked
suspicious
and
doubtful
.
`
And
this
little
creature
,
now
,
´
said
Lady
Skettles
,
turning
to
Paul
.
`
Is
he
one
of
the
—
´
`
Young
gentlemen
,
ma'am
;
yes
,
ma'am
,
´
said
Paul
's
friend
.
`
And
what
is
your
name
,
my
pale
child
?
´
said
Lady
Skettles
.
`
Dombey
,
´
answered
Paul
.
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
immediately
interposed
,
and
said
that
he
had
had
the
honour
of
meeting
Paul
's
father
at
a
public
dinner
,
and
that
he
hoped
he
was
very
well
.
Then
Paul
heard
him
say
to
Lady
Skettles
,
`
City
—
very
rich
—
most
respectable
—
Doctor
mentioned
it
.
´
And
then
he
said
to
Paul
,
`
Will
you
tell
your
good
papa
that
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
rejoiced
to
hear
that
he
was
very
well
,
and
sent
him
his
best
compliments
?
´
`
Yes
,
Sir
,
´
answered
Paul
.
`
That
is
my
brave
boy
,
´
said
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
.
`
Barnet
,
´
to
Master
Skettles
,
who
was
revenging
himself
for
the
studies
to
come
,
on
the
plum-cake
,
`
this
is
a
young
gentleman
you
ought
to
know
.
This
is
a
young
gentleman
you
may
know
,
Barnet
,
´
said
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
,
with
an
emphasis
on
the
permission
.
`
What
eyes
!
What
hair
!
What
a
lovely
face
!
´
exclaimed
Lady
Skettles
softly
,
as
she
looked
at
Florence
through
her
glass
.
`
My
sister
,
´
said
Paul
,
presenting
her
.
The
satisfaction
of
the
Skettleses
was
now
complete
.
And
as
Lady
Skettles
had
conceived
,
at
first
sight
,
a
liking
for
Paul
,
they
all
went
up
stairs
together
:
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
taking
care
of
Florence
,
and
young
Barnet
following
.
Young
Barnet
did
not
remain
long
in
the
background
after
they
had
reached
the
drawing-room
,
for
Dr.
Blimber
had
him
out
in
no
time
,
dancing
with
Florence
.
He
did
not
appear
to
Paul
to
be
particularly
happy
,
or
particularly
anything
but
sulky
,
or
to
care
much
what
he
was
about
;
but
as
Paul
heard
Lady
Skettles
say
to
Mrs.
Blimber
,
while
she
beat
time
with
her
fan
,
that
her
dear
boy
was
evidently
smitten
to
death
by
that
angel
of
a
child
,
Miss
Dombey
,
it
would
seem
that
Skettles
Junior
was
in
a
state
of
bliss
,
without
showing
it
.
Little
Paul
thought
it
a
singular
coincidence
that
nobody
had
occupied
his
place
among
the
pillows
;
and
that
when
he
came
into
the
room
again
,
they
should
all
make
way
for
him
to
go
back
to
it
,
remembering
it
was
his
.
Nobody
stood
before
him
either
,
when
they
observed
that
he
liked
to
see
Florence
dancing
,
but
they
left
the
space
in
front
quite
clear
,
so
that
he
might
follow
her
with
his
eyes
.
They
were
so
kind
too
,
even
the
strangers
,
of
whom
there
were
soon
a
great
many
,
that
they
came
and
spoke
to
him
every
now
and
then
,
and
asked
him
how
he
was
,
and
if
his
head
ached
,
and
whether
he
was
tired
.
He
was
very
much
obliged
to
them
for
all
their
kindness
and
attention
,
and
reclining
propped
up
in
his
corner
,
with
Mrs.
Blimber
and
Lady
Skettles
on
the
same
sofa
,
and
Florence
coming
and
sitting
by
his
side
as
soon
as
every
dance
was
ended
,
he
looked
on
very
happily
indeed
.
Florence
would
have
sat
by
him
all
night
,
and
would
not
have
danced
at
all
of
her
own
accord
,
but
Paul
made
her
,
by
telling
her
how
much
it
pleased
him
.
And
he
told
her
the
truth
,
too
;
for
his
small
heart
swelled
,
and
his
face
glowed
,
when
he
saw
how
much
they
all
admired
her
,
and
how
she
was
the
beautiful
little
rosebud
of
the
room
.
From
his
nest
among
the
pillows
,
Paul
could
see
and
hear
almost
everything
that
passed
,
as
if
the
whole
were
being
done
for
his
amusement
.
Among
other
little
incidents
that
the
observed
,
he
observed
Mr.
Baps
the
dancing-master
get
into
conversation
with
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
,
and
very
soon
ask
him
,
as
he
had
asked
Mr.
Toots
,
what
you
were
to
do
with
your
raw
materials
,
when
they
came
into
your
ports
in
return
for
your
drain
of
gold
—
which
was
such
a
mystery
to
Paul
that
he
was
quite
desirous
to
know
what
ought
to
be
done
with
them
.
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
had
much
to
say
upon
the
question
,
and
said
it
;
but
it
did
not
appear
to
solve
the
question
,
for
Mr.
Baps
retorted
,
Yes
,
but
supposing
Russia
stepped
in
with
her
tallows
;
which
struck
Sir
Barnet
almost
dumb
,
for
he
could
only
shake
his
head
after
that
,
and
say
,
Why
then
you
must
fall
back
upon
your
cottons
,
he
supposed
.
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
looked
after
Mr.
Baps
when
he
went
to
cheer
up
Mrs.
Baps
(
who
,
being
quite
deserted
,
was
pretending
to
look
over
the
music-book
of
the
gentleman
who
played
the
harp
)
,
as
if
he
thought
him
a
remarkable
kind
of
man
;
and
shortly
afterwards
he
said
so
in
those
words
to
Doctor
Blimber
,
and
inquired
if
he
might
take
the
liberty
of
asking
who
he
was
,
and
whether
he
had
ever
been
in
the
Board
of
Trade
.
Doctor
Blimber
answered
no
,
he
believed
not
;
and
that
in
fact
he
was
a
Professor
of
—
`
Of
something
connected
with
statistics
,
I
'll
swear
?
´
observed
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
.
`
Why
no
,
Sir
Barnet
,
´
replied
Doctor
Blimber
,
rubbing
his
chin
.
No
,
not
exactly
.
´
`
Figures
of
some
sort
,
I
would
venture
a
bet
,
´
said
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
.
`
Why
yes
,
´
said
Doctor
Blimber
,
´
`
yes
,
but
not
of
that
sort
.
Mr.
Baps
is
a
very
worthy
sort
of
man
,
Sir
Barnet
,
and
—
in
fact
he
's
our
professor
of
dancing
.
´
Paul
was
amazed
to
see
that
this
piece
of
information
quite
altered
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
´
opinion
of
Mr.
Baps
,
and
that
Sir
Barnet
flew
into
a
perfect
rage
,
and
glowered
at
Mr.
Baps
over
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
.
He
even
went
so
far
as
to
d
Mr.
Baps
to
Lady
Skettles
,
in
telling
her
what
had
happened
,
and
to
say
that
it
was
like
his
most
con-sum-mate
and
confoun-ded
impudence
.
There
was
another
thing
that
Paul
observed
.
Mr.
Feeder
,
after
imbibing
several
custard-cups
of
negus
,
began
to
enjoy
himself
.
The
dancing
in
general
was
ceremonious
,
and
the
music
rather
solemn
—
a
little
like
church
music
in
fact
—
but
after
the
custard
—
cups
,
Mr.
Feeder
told
Mr.
Toots
that
he
was
going
to
throw
a
little
spirit
into
the
thing
.
After
that
,
Mr.
Feeder
not
only
began
to
dance
as
if
he
meant
dancing
and
nothing
else
,
but
secretly
to
stimulate
the
music
to
perform
wild
tunes
.
Further
,
he
became
particular
in
his
attentions
to
the
ladies
;
and
dancing
with
Miss
Blimber
,
whispered
to
her
—
whispered
to
her
!
—
though
not
so
softly
but
that
Paul
heard
him
say
this
remarkable
poetry
,
`
Had
I
a
heart
for
falsehood
framed
,
I
ne'er
could
injure
You
!
´
This
Paul
heard
him
repeat
to
young
ladies
in
succession
.
Well
might
Mr.
Feeder
say
to
Mr.
Toots
,
that
he
was
afraid
he
should
be
the
worse
for
it
to-morrow
!
Mrs.
Blimber
was
a
little
alarmed
by
this
—
comparatively
speaking
—
profligate
behaviour
;
and
especially
by
the
alteration
in
the
character
of
the
music
,
which
,
beginning
to
comprehend
low
melodies
that
were
popular
in
the
streets
,
might
not
unnaturally
be
supposed
to
give
offence
to
Lady
Skettles
.
But
Lady
Skettles
was
so
very
kind
as
to
beg
Mrs.
Blimber
not
to
mention
it
;
and
to
receive
her
explanation
that
Mr.
Feeder
's
spirits
sometimes
betrayed
him
into
excesses
on
these
occasions
,
with
the
greatest
courtesy
and
politeness
;
observing
,
that
he
seemed
a
very
nice
sort
of
person
for
his
situation
,
and
that
she
particularly
liked
the
unassuming
style
of
his
hair
—
which
(
as
already
hinted
)
was
about
a
quarter
of
an
inch
long
.
Once
,
when
there
was
a
pause
in
the
dancing
,
Lady
Skettles
told
Paul
that
he
seemed
very
fond
of
music
.
Paul
replied
,
That
he
was
;
and
if
she
was
too
,
she
ought
to
hear
his
sister
,
Florence
,
sing
.
Lady
Skettles
presently
discovered
that
she
was
dying
with
anxiety
to
have
that
gratification
;
and
though
Florence
was
at
first
very
much
frightened
at
being
asked
to
sing
before
so
many
people
,
and
begged
earnestly
to
be
excused
,
yet
,
on
Paul
calling
her
to
him
,
and
saying
,
`
Do
,
Floy
!
Please
!
For
me
,
my
dear
!
´
she
went
straight
to
the
piano
,
and
began
.
When
they
all
drew
a
little
away
,
that
Paul
might
see
her
;
and
when
he
saw
her
sitting
there
all
alone
,
so
young
,
and
good
,
and
beautiful
,
and
kind
to
him
;
and
heard
her
thrilling
voice
,
so
natural
and
sweet
,
and
such
a
golden
link
between
him
and
all
his
life
's
love
and
happiness
,
rising
out
of
the
silence
;
he
turned
his
face
away
,
and
hid
his
tears
.
Not
,
as
he
told
them
when
they
spoke
to
him
,
not
that
the
music
was
too
plaintive
or
too
sorrowful
,
but
it
was
so
dear
to
him
.
They
all
loved
Florence
!
How
could
they
help
it
!
Paul
had
known
beforehand
that
they
must
and
would
;
and
sitting
in
his
cushioned
corner
,
with
calmly
folded
hands
,
and
one
leg
loosely
doubled
under
him
,
few
would
have
thought
what
triumph
and
delight
expanded
his
childish
bosom
while
he
watched
her
,
or
what
a
sweet
tranquillity
he
felt
.
Lavish
encomiums
on
`
Dombey
's
sister
´
reached
his
ears
from
all
the
boys
:
admiration
of
the
self-possessed
and
modest
little
beauty
was
on
every
lip
:
reports
of
her
intelligence
and
accomplishments
floated
past
him
,
constantly
;
and
,
as
if
borne
in
upon
the
air
of
the
summer
night
,
there
was
a
half-intelligible
sentiment
diffused
around
,
referring
to
Florence
and
himself
,
and
breathing
sympathy
for
both
,
that
soothed
and
touched
him
.
He
did
not
know
why
.
For
all
that
the
child
observed
,
and
felt
,
and
thought
,
that
night
—
the
present
and
the
absent
;
what
was
then
and
what
had
been
—
were
blended
like
the
colours
in
the
rainbow
,
or
in
the
plumage
of
rich
birds
when
the
sun
is
shining
on
them
,
or
in
the
softening
sky
when
the
same
sun
is
setting
.
The
many
things
he
had
had
to
think
of
lately
,
passed
before
him
in
the
music
;
not
as
claiming
his
attention
over
again
,
or
as
likely
evermore
to
occupy
it
,
but
as
peacefully
disposed
of
and
gone
.
A
solitary
window
,
gazed
through
years
ago
,
looked
out
upon
an
ocean
,
miles
and
miles
away
;
upon
its
waters
,
fancies
,
busy
with
him
only
yesterday
,
were
hushed
and
lulled
to
rest
like
broken
waves
.
The
same
mysterious
murmur
he
had
wondered
at
,
when
lying
on
his
couch
upon
the
beach
,
he
thought
he
still
heard
sounding
through
his
sister
's
song
,
and
through
the
hum
of
voices
,
and
the
tread
of
feet
,
and
having
some
part
in
the
faces
flitting
by
,
and
even
in
the
heavy
gentleness
of
Mr.
Toots
,
who
frequently
came
up
to
shake
him
by
the
hand
.
Through
the
universal
kindness
he
still
thought
he
heard
it
,
speaking
to
him
;
and
even
his
oldfashioned
reputation
seemed
to
be
allied
to
it
,
he
knew
not
how
.
Thus
little
Paul
sat
musing
,
listening
,
looking
on
,
and
dreaming
;
and
was
very
happy
.
Until
the
time
arrived
for
taking
leave
:
and
then
,
indeed
,
there
was
a
sensation
in
the
party
.
Sir
Barnet
Skettles
brought
up
Skettles
Junior
to
shake
