,`
and
there
not
being
room
for
both
of
them
in
the
only
boat
that
was
n't
swamped
,
neither
of
them
would
consent
to
go
,
until
the
elder
took
the
younger
by
the
waist
and
flung
him
in
.
And
then
the
younger
rising
in
the
boat
,
cried
out
,
“
Dear
Edward
,
think
of
your
promised
wife
at
home
.
I
'm
only
a
boy
.
No
one
waits
at
home
for
me
.
Leap
down
into
my
place
!
”
and
flung
himself
in
the
sea
!
´
The
kindling
eye
and
heightened
colour
of
the
boy
,
who
had
risen
from
his
seat
in
the
earnestness
of
what
he
said
and
felt
,
seemed
to
remind
old
Sol
of
something
he
had
forgotten
,
or
that
his
encircling
mist
had
hitherto
shut
out
.
Instead
of
proceeding
with
any
more
anecdotes
,
as
he
had
evidently
intended
but
a
moment
before
,
he
gave
a
short
dry
cough
,
and
said
,
`
Well
!
suppose
we
change
the
subject
.
´
The
truth
was
,
that
the
simple-minded
uncle
in
his
secret
attraction
towards
the
marvellous
and
adventurous
—
of
which
he
was
,
in
some
sort
,
a
distant
relation
,
by
his
trade
—
had
greatly
encouraged
the
same
attraction
in
the
nephew
;
and
that
everything
that
had
ever
been
put
before
the
boy
to
deter
him
from
a
life
of
adventure
,
had
had
the
usual
unaccountable
effect
of
sharpening
his
taste
for
it
.
This
is
invariable
.
It
would
seem
as
if
there
never
was
a
book
written
,
or
a
story
told
,
expressly
with
the
object
of
keeping
boys
on
shore
,
which
did
not
lure
and
charm
them
to
the
ocean
,
as
a
matter
of
course
.
But
an
addition
to
the
little
party
now
made
its
appearance
,
in
the
shape
of
a
gentleman
in
a
wide
suit
of
blue
,
with
a
hook
instead
of
a
hand
attached
to
his
right
wrist
;
very
bushy
black
eyebrows
;
and
a
thick
stick
in
his
left
hand
,
covered
all
over
(
like
his
nose
)
with
knobs
.
He
wore
a
loose
black
silk
handkerchief
round
his
neck
,
and
such
a
very
large
coarse
shirt
collar
,
that
it
looked
like
a
small
sail
.
He
was
evidently
the
person
for
whom
the
spare
wine-glass
was
intended
,
and
evidently
knew
it
;
for
having
taken
off
his
rough
outer
coat
,
and
hung
up
,
on
a
particular
pet
behind
the
door
,
such
a
hard
glazed
hat
as
a
sympathetic
person
's
head
might
ache
at
the
sight
of
,
and
which
left
a
red
rim
round
his
own
forehead
as
if
he
had
been
wearing
a
tight
basin
,
he
brought
a
chair
to
where
the
clean
glass
was
,
and
sat
himself
down
behind
it
.
He
was
usually
addressed
as
Captain
,
this
visitor
;
and
had
been
a
pilot
,
or
a
skipper
,
or
a
privateers-man
,
or
all
three
perhaps
;
and
was
a
very
salt-looking
man
indeed
.
His
face
,
remarkable
for
a
brown
solidity
,
brightened
as
he
shook
hands
with
uncle
and
nephew
;
but
he
seemed
to
be
of
a
laconic
disposition
,
and
merely
said
:
`
How
goes
it
?
´
`
All
well
,
´
said
Mr.
Gills
,
pushing
the
bottle
towards
him
.
He
took
it
up
,
and
having
surveyed
and
smelt
it
,
said
with
extraordinary
expression
:
`
The
?
´
`
The
,
´
returned
the
Instrument-maker
.
Upon
that
he
whistled
as
he
filled
his
glass
,
and
seemed
to
think
they
were
making
holiday
indeed
.
`
Wal'r
!
´
he
said
,
arranging
his
hair
(
which
was
thin
)
with
his
hook
,
and
then
pointing
it
at
the
Instrument-maker
,
`
Look
at
him
!
Love
!
Honour
!
And
Obey
!
Overhaul
your
catechism
till
you
find
that
passage
,
and
when
found
turn
the
leaf
down
.
Success
,
my
boy
!
´
He
was
so
perfectly
satisfied
both
with
his
quotation
and
his
reference
to
it
,
that
he
could
not
help
repeating
the
words
again
in
a
low
voice
,
and
saying
he
had
forgotten
'
em
these
forty
year
.
`
But
I
never
wanted
two
or
three
words
in
my
life
that
I
did
n't
know
where
to
lay
my
hand
upon
'
em
,
Gills
,
´
he
observed
.
`
It
comes
of
not
wasting
language
as
some
do
.
´
The
reflection
perhaps
reminded
him
that
he
had
better
,
like
young
Norval
's
father
,
`
increase
his
store
.
´
At
any
rate
he
became
silent
,
and
remained
so
,
until
old
Sol
went
out
into
the
shop
to
light
it
up
,
when
he
turned
to
Walter
,
and
said
,
without
any
introductory
remark
:
`
I
suppose
he
could
make
a
clock
if
he
tried
?
´
`
I
should
n't
wonder
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
returned
the
boy
.
`
And
it
would
go
!
´
said
Captain
Cuttle
,
making
a
species
of
serpent
in
the
air
with
his
hook
.
`
Lord
,
how
that
clock
would
go
!
´
For
a
moment
or
two
he
seemed
quite
lost
in
contemplating
the
pace
of
this
ideal
timepiece
,
and
sat
looking
at
the
boy
as
if
his
face
were
the
dial
.
`
But
he
's
chockfull
of
science
,
´
he
observed
,
waving
his
hook
towards
the
stock-in-trade
.
`
Look'ye
here
!
Here
's
a
collection
of
'
em
.
Earth
,
air
,
or
water
.
It
's
all
one
.
Only
say
where
you
'll
have
it
.
Up
in
a
balloon
?
There
you
are
.
Down
in
a
bell
?
There
you
are
.
D'ye
want
to
put
the
North
Star
in
a
pair
of
scales
and
weigh
it
?
He
'll
do
it
for
you
.
´
It
may
be
gathered
from
these
remarks
that
Captain
Cuttle
's
reverence
for
the
stock
of
instruments
was
profound
,
and
that
his
philosophy
knew
little
or
no
distinction
between
trading
in
it
and
inventing
it
.
`
Ah
!
´
he
said
,
with
a
sigh
,
`
it
's
a
fine
thing
to
understand
'
em
.
And
yet
it
's
a
fine
thing
not
to
understand
'
em
.
I
hardly
know
which
is
best
.
It
's
so
comfortable
to
sit
here
and
feel
that
you
might
be
weighed
,
measured
,
magnified
,
electrified
,
polarized
,
played
the
very
devil
with
:
and
never
know
how
.
´
Nothing
short
of
the
wonderful
Madeira
,
combined
with
the
occasion
(
which
rendered
it
desirable
to
improve
and
expand
Walter
's
mind
)
,
could
have
ever
loosened
his
tongue
to
the
extent
of
giving
utterance
to
this
prodigious
oration
.
He
seemed
quite
amazed
himself
at
the
manner
in
which
it
opened
up
to
view
the
sources
of
the
taciturn
delight
,
he
had
had
in
eating
Sunday
dinners
in
that
parlour
for
ten
years
.
Becoming
a
sadder
and
a
wiser
man
,
he
mused
and
held
his
peace
.
`
Come
!
´
cried
the
subject
of
his
admiration
,
returning
.
`
Before
you
have
your
glass
of
grog
,
Ned
,
we
must
finish
the
bottle
.
´
`
Stand
by
!
´
said
Ned
,
filling
his
glass
.
`
Give
the
boy
some
more
.
´
`
No
more
,
thank'e
,
uncle
!
´
`
Yes
,
yes
,
´
said
Sol
,
`
a
little
more
.
We
'll
finish
the
bottle
,
to
the
House
,
Ned
—
Walter
's
house
.
Why
it
may
be
his
house
one
of
these
days
,
in
part
.
Who
knows
?
Sir
Richard
Whittington
married
his
master
's
daughter
.
´
`
”
Turn
again
Whittington
,
Lord
Mayor
of
London
,
and
when
you
are
old
you
will
never
depart
from
it
,
”
´
interposed
the
Captain
.
`
Wal'r
!
Overhaul
the
book
,
my
lad
.
´
`
And
although
Mr.
Dombey
has
n't
a
daughter
,
´
Sol
began
.
`
Yes
,
yes
,
he
has
,
Uncle
,
´
said
the
boy
,
reddening
and
laughing
.
`
Has
he
?
´
cried
the
old
man
.
`
Indeed
I
think
he
has
too
.
´
`
Oh
!
I
know
he
has
,
´
said
the
boy
.
`
Some
of
'
em
were
talking
about
it
in
the
office
to-day
.
And
they
do
say
,
Uncle
and
Captain
Cuttle
,
´
lowering
his
voice
,
`
that
he
's
taken
a
dislike
to
her
,
and
that
she
's
left
,
unnoticed
,
among
the
servants
,
and
that
his
mind
's
so
set
all
the
while
upon
having
his
son
in
the
House
,
that
although
he
's
only
a
baby
now
,
he
is
going
to
have
balances
struck
oftener
than
formerly
,
and
the
books
kept
closer
than
they
used
to
be
,
and
has
even
been
seen
(
when
he
thought
he
was
n't
)
walking
in
the
Docks
,
looking
at
his
ships
and
property
and
all
that
,
as
if
he
was
exulting
like
,
over
what
he
and
his
son
will
possess
together
.
That
's
what
they
say
.
Of
course
I
do
n't
know
.
´
`
He
knows
all
about
her
already
,
you
see
,
´
said
the
Instrumentmaker
.
`
Nonsense
,
Uncle
,
´
cried
the
boy
,
still
reddening
and
laughing
,
boy-like
.
`
How
can
I
help
hearing
what
they
tell
me
?
´
`
The
Son
's
a
little
in
our
way
at
present
,
I
'm
afraid
,
Ned
,
´
said
the
old
man
,
humouring
the
joke
.
`
Very
much
,
´
said
the
Captain
.
`
Nevertheless
,
we
'll
drink
him
,
´
pursued
Sol
.
`
So
,
here
's
to
Dombey
and
Son
.
´
`
Oh
,
very
well
,
Uncle
,
´
said
the
boy
,
merrily
.
`
Since
you
have
introduced
the
mention
of
her
,
and
have
connected
me
with
her
,
and
have
said
that
I
know
all
about
her
,
I
shall
make
bold
to
amend
the
toast
.
So
here
's
to
Dombey
—
and
Son
—
and
Daughter
!
´
CHAPTER
V
Paul
's
Progress
and
Christening
LITTLE
Paul
,
suffering
no
contamination
,
from
the
blood
of
the
Toodles
,
grew
stouter
and
stronger
every
day
.
Every
day
,
too
,
he
was
more
and
more
ardently
cherished
by
Miss
Tox
,
whose
devotion
was
so
far
appreciated
by
Mr.
Dombey
that
he
began
to
regard
her
as
a
woman
of
great
natural
good
sense
,
whose
feelings
did
her
credit
and
deserved
encouragement
.
He
was
so
lavish
of
this
condescension
,
that
he
not
only
bowed
to
her
,
in
a
particular
manner
,
on
several
occasions
,
but
even
entrusted
such
stately
recognitions
of
her
to
his
sister
as
`
pray
tell
your
friend
,
Louisa
,
that
she
is
very
good
,
´
or
`
mention
to
Miss
Tox
,
Louisa
,
that
I
am
obliged
to
her
;
´
specialities
which
made
a
deep
impression
on
the
lady
thus
distinguished
.
Miss
Tox
was
often
in
the
habit
of
assuring
Mrs.
Chick
,
that
`
nothing
could
exceed
her
interest
in
all
connected
with
the
development
of
that
sweet
child
;
'
and
an
observer
of
Miss
Tox
's
proceedings
might
have
inferred
so
much
without
declaratory
confirmation
.
She
would
preside
over
the
innocent
repasts
of
the
young
heir
,
with
ineffable
satisfaction
,
almost
with
an
air
of
joint
proprietorship
with
Richards
in
the
entertainment
.
At
the
little
ceremonies
of
the
bath
and
toilette
,
she
assisted
with
enthusiasm
.
The
administration
of
infantine
doses
of
physic
awakened
all
the
active
sympathy
of
her
character
;
and
being
on
one
occasion
secreted
in
a
cupboard
(
whither
she
had
fled
in
modesty
)
,
when
Mr.
Dombey
was
introduced
into
the
nursery
by
his
sister
,
to
behold
his
son
,
in
the
course
of
preparation
for
bed
,
taking
a
short
walk
uphill
over
Richards
's
gown
,
in
a
short
and
airy
linen
jacket
,
Miss
Tox
was
so
transported
beyond
the
ignorant
present
as
to
be
unable
to
refrain
from
crying
out
,
`
Is
he
not
beautiful
Mr.
Dombey
!
Is
he
not
a
Cupid
,
Sir
!
´
and
then
almost
sinking
behind
the
closet
door
with
confusion
and
blushes
.
`
Louisa
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
one
day
,
to
his
sister
,
`
I
really
think
I
must
present
your
friend
with
some
little
token
,
on
the
occasion
of
Paul
's
christening
.
She
has
exerted
herself
so
warmly
in
the
child
's
behalf
from
the
first
,
and
seems
to
understand
her
position
so
thoroughly
(
a
very
rare
merit
in
this
world
,
I
am
sorry
to
say
)
,
that
it
would
really
be
agreeable
to
me
to
notice
her
.
´
Let
it
be
no
detraction
from
the
merits
of
Miss
Tox
,
to
hint
that
in
Mr.
Dombey
's
eyes
,
as
in
some
others
that
occasionally
see
the
light
,
they
only
achieved
that
mighty
piece
of
knowledge
,
the
understanding
of
their
own
position
,
who
showed
a
fitting
reverence
for
his
.
It
was
not
so
much
their
merit
that
they
knew
themselves
,
as
that
they
knew
him
,
and
bowed
low
before
him
.
`
My
dear
Paul
,
´
returned
his
sister
,
`
you
do
Miss
Tox
but
justice
,
as
a
man
of
your
penetration
was
sure
,
I
knew
,
to
do
.
I
believe
if
there
are
three
words
in
the
English
language
for
which
she
has
a
respect
amounting
almost
to
veneration
,
those
words
are
,
Dombey
and
Son
.
´
`
Well
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
I
believe
it
.
It
does
Miss
Tox
credit
.
´
`
And
as
to
anything
in
the
shape
of
a
token
,
my
dear
Paul
,
´
pursued
his
sister
,
`
all
I
can
say
is
that
anything
you
give
Miss
Tox
will
be
hoarded
and
prized
,
I
am
sure
,
like
a
relic
.
But
there
is
a
way
,
my
dear
Paul
,
of
showing
your
sense
of
Miss
Tox
's
friendliness
in
a
still
more
flattering
and
acceptable
manner
,
if
you
should
be
so
inclined
.
´
`
How
is
that
?
´
asked
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Godfathers
,
of
course
,
´
continued
Mrs.
Chick
,
`
are
important
in
point
of
connexion
and
influence
.
´
`
I
do
n't
know
why
they
should
be
,
to
my
son
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
coldly
.
`
Very
true
,
my
dear
Paul
,
´
retorted
Mrs.
Chick
,
with
an
extraordinary
show
of
animation
,
to
cover
the
suddenness
of
her
conversion
;
`
and
spoken
like
yourself
.
I
might
have
expected
nothing
else
from
you
.
I
might
have
known
that
such
would
have
been
your
opinion
.
Perhaps
;
´
here
Mrs.
Chick
flattered
again
,
as
not
quite
comfortably
feeling
her
way
;
`
perhaps
that
is
a
reason
why
you
might
have
the
less
objection
to
allowing
Miss
Tox
to
be
godmother
to
the
dear
thing
,
if
it
were
only
as
deputy
and
proxy
for
some
one
else
.
That
it
would
be
received
as
a
great
honour
and
distinction
,
Paul
,
I
need
not
say
.
´
`
Louisa
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
after
a
short
pause
,
`
it
is
not
to
be
supposed
—
´
`
Certainly
not
,
´
cried
Mrs.
Chick
,
hastening
to
anticipate
a
refusal
,
`
I
never
thought
it
was
.
´
Mr.
Dombey
looked
at
her
impatiently
.
`
Do
n't
flurry
me
,
my
dear
Paul
,
´
said
his
sister
;
`
for
that
destroys
me
.
I
am
far
from
strong
.
I
have
not
been
quite
myself
,
since
poor
dear
Fanny
departed
.
´
Mr.
Dombey
glanced
at
the
pocket-handkerchief
which
his
sister
applied
to
her
eyes
,
and
resumed
:
`
It
is
not
to
be
supposed
,
I
say
—
´
`
And
I
say
,
´
murmured
Mrs.
Chick
,
`
that
I
never
thought
it
was
.
´
`
Good
Heaven
,
Louisa
!
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
No
,
my
dear
Paul
,
´
she
remonstrated
with
tearful
dignity
,
`
I
must
really
be
allowed
to
speak
.
I
am
not
so
clever
,
or
so
reasoning
,
or
so
eloquent
,
or
so
anything
,
as
you
are
.
I
know
that
very
well
.
So
much
the
worse
for
me
.
But
if
they
were
the
last
words
.
I
had
to
utter
—
and
last
words
should
be
very
solemn
to
you
and
me
,
Paul
,
after
poor
dear
Fanny
—
I
should
still
say
I
never
thought
it
was
.
And
what
is
more
,
´
added
Mrs.
Chick
with
increased
dignity
,
as
if
she
had
withheld
her
crushing
argument
until
now
,
`
I
never
did
think
it
was
.
´
Mr.
Dombey
walked
to
the
window
and
back
again
.
`
It
is
not
to
be
supposed
,
Louisa
,
´
he
said
(
Mrs.
Chick
had
nailed
her
colours
to
the
mast
,
and
repeated
`
I
know
it
is
n't
,
´
but
he
took
no
notice
of
it
)
,
`
but
that
there
are
many
persons
who
,
supposing
that
I
recognised
any
claim
at
all
in
such
a
case
,
have
a
claim
upon
me
superior
to
Miss
Tox
's
.
But
I
do
not
.
I
recognise
no
such
thing
.
Paul
and
myself
will
be
able
,
when
the
time
comes
,
to
hold
our
own
—
the
house
,
in
other
words
,
will
be
able
to
hold
its
own
,
and
maintain
its
own
,
and
hand
down
its
own
of
itself
,
and
without
any
such
common-place
aids
.
The
kind
of
foreign
help
which
people
usually
seek
for
their
children
,
I
can
afford
to
despise
;
being
above
it
,
I
hope
.
So
that
Paul
's
infancy
and
childhood
pass
away
well
,
and
I
see
him
becoming
qualified
without
waste
of
time
for
the
career
on
which
he
is
destined
to
enter
,
I
am
satisfied
.
He
will
make
what
powerful
friends
he
pleases
in
after-life
,
when
he
is
actively
maintaining
—
and
extending
,
if
that
is
possible
—
the
dignity
and
credit
of
the
Firm
.
Until
then
,
I
am
enough
for
him
,
perhaps
,
and
all
in
all
.
I
have
no
wish
that
people
should
step
in
between
us
.
I
would
much
rather
show
my
sense
of
the
obliging
conduct
of
a
deserving
person
like
your
friend
.
Therefore
let
it
be
so
;
and
your
husband
and
myself
will
do
well
enough
for
the
other
sponsors
,
I
dare
say
.
´
In
the
course
of
these
remarks
,
delivered
with
great
majesty
and
grandeur
,
Mr.
Dombey
had
truly
revealed
the
secret
feelings
of
his
breast
.
An
indescribable
distrust
of
anybody
stepping
in
between
himself
and
his
son
;
a
haughty
dread
of
having
any
rival
or
partner
in
the
boy
's
respect
and
deference
;
a
sharp
misgiving
,
recently
acquired
,
that
he
was
not
infallible
in
his
power
of
bending
and
binding
human
wills
;
as
sharp
a
jealousy
of
any
second
check
or
cross
;
these
were
,
at
that
time
,
the
master
keys
of
his
soul
.
In
all
his
life
,
he
had
never
made
a
friend
.
His
cold
and
distant
nature
had
neither
sought
one
nor
found
one
.
And
now
when
that
nature
concentrated
its
whole
force
so
strongly
on
a
partial
scheme
of
parental
interest
and
ambition
,
it
seemed
as
if
its
icy
current
,
instead
of
being
released
by
this
influence
,
and
running
clear
and
free
,
had
thawed
for
but
an
instant
to
admit
its
burden
,
and
then
frozen
with
it
into
one
unyielding
block
.
Elevated
thus
to
the
godmothership
of
little
Paul
,
in
virtue
of
her
insignificance
,
Miss
Tox
was
from
that
hour
chosen
and
appointed
to
office
;
and
Mr.
Dombey
further
signified
his
pleasure
that
the
ceremony
,
already
long
delayed
,
should
take
place
without
further
postponement
.
His
sister
,
who
had
been
far
from
anticipating
so
signal
a
success
,
withdrew
as
soon
as
she
could
,
to
communicate
it
to
her
best
of
friends
;
and
Mr.
Dombey
was
left
alone
in
his
library
.
There
was
anything
but
solitude
in
the
nursery
;
for
there
,
Mrs.
Chick
and
Miss
Tox
were
enjoying
a
social
evening
,
so
much
to
the
disgust
of
Miss
Susan
Nipper
,
that
that
young
lady
embraced
every
opportunity
of
making
wry
faces
behind
the
door
.
Her
feelings
were
so
much
excited
on
the
occasion
,
that
she
found
it
indispensable
to
afford
them
this
relief
,
even
without
having
the
comfort
of
any
audience
or
sympathy
whatever
.
As
the
knight-errants
of
old
relieved
their
minds
by
carving
their
mistress
's
names
in
deserts
,
and
wildernesses
,
and
other
savage
places
where
there
was
no
probability
of
there
ever
being
anybody
to
red
them
,
so
did
Miss
Susan
Nipper
curl
her
snub
nose
into
drawers
and
wardrobes
,
put
away
winks
of
disparagement
in
cupboards
,
shed
derisive
squints
into
stone
pitchers
,
and
contradict
and
call
names
out
in
the
passage
.
The
two
interlopers
,
however
,
blissfully
unconscious
of
the
young
lady
's
sentiments
,
saw
little
Paul
safe
through
all
the
stages
of
undressing
,
airy
exercise
,
supper
and
bed
;
and
then
sat
down
to
tea
before
the
fire
.
The
two
children
now
lay
,
through
the
good
offices
of
Polly
,
in
one
room
;
and
it
was
not
until
the
ladies
were
established
at
their
tea-table
that
happening
to
look
towards
the
little
beds
,
they
thought
of
Florence
.
`
How
sound
she
sleeps
!
´
said
Miss
Tox
.
`
Why
,
you
know
,
my
dear
,
she
takes
a
great
deal
of
exercise
in
the
course
of
the
day
,
´
returned
Mrs.
Chicks
,
`
playing
about
little
Paul
so
much
.
´
`
She
is
a
curious
child
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
.
`
My
dear
,
´
retorted
Mrs.
Chick
,
in
a
low
voice
:
`
Her
mama
,
all
over
!
´
`
Indeed
!
´
said
Miss
Tox
.
`
Ah
dear
me
!
´
A
tone
of
most
extraordinary
compassion
Miss
Tox
said
it
in
,
though
she
had
no
distinct
idea
why
,
except
that
it
was
expected
of
her
.
`
Florence
will
never
,
never
,
never
,
be
a
Dombey
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
`
not
if
she
lives
to
be
a
thousand
years
old
.
´
Miss
Tox
elevated
her
eyebrows
,
and
was
again
full
of
commiseration
.
`
I
quite
fret
and
worry
myself
about
her
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
with
a
sigh
of
modest
merit
.
`
I
really
do
n't
see
what
is
to
become
of
her
when
she
grows
older
,
or
what
position
she
is
to
take
.
She
do
n't
gain
on
her
papa
in
the
least
.
How
can
one
expect
she
should
,
when
she
is
so
very
unlike
a
Dombey
?
´
Miss
Tox
looked
as
if
she
saw
no
way
out
of
such
a
cogent
argument
as
that
,
at
all
.
`
And
the
child
,
you
see
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
in
deep
confidence
,
`
has
poor
Fanny
's
nature
.
She
'll
never
make
an
effort
in
after-life
I
'll
venture
to
say
.
Never
!
she
'll
never
wind
and
twine
herself
about
her
papa
's
heart
like
—
´
`
Like
the
ivy
?
´
suggested
Miss
Tox
.
`
Like
the
ivy
,
´
Mrs.
Chick
assented
.
`
Never
!
she
'll
never
glide
and
nestle
into
the
bosom
of
her
papa
's
affections
like
—
the
—
´
`
Startled
fawn
?
´
suggested
Miss
Tox
.
`
Like
the
startled
fawn
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
.
`
Never
!
Poor
Fanny
!
Yet
,
how
I
loved
her
!
´
`
You
must
not
distress
yourself
,
my
dear
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
,
in
a
soothing
voice
.
`
Now
really
!
You
have
too
much
feeling
.
´
`
We
have
all
our
faults
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
weeping
and
shaking
her
head
.
`
I
dare
say
we
have
.
I
never
was
blind
to
hers
.
I
never
said
I
was
.
Far
from
it
.
Yet
how
I
loved
her
!
´
What
a
satisfaction
it
was
to
Mrs.
Chick
—
a
common-place
piece
of
folly
enough
,
compared
with
whom
her
sister-in-law
had
been
a
very
angel
of
whomanly
intelligence
and
gentleness
—
to
patronise
and
be
tender
to
the
memory
of
that
lady
:
in
exact
pursuance
of
her
conduct
to
her
in
her
lifetime
:
and
to
thoroughly
believe
herself
,
and
take
herself
in
and
make
herself
uncommonly
comfortable
on
the
strength
of
her
toleration
!
What
a
mighty
pleasant
virtue
toleration
should
be
when
we
are
right
,
to
be
so
very
pleasant
when
we
are
wrong
,
and
quite
unable
to
demonstrate
how
we
come
to
be
invested
with
the
privilege
of
exercising
it
!
Mrs.
Chick
was
yet
drying
her
eyes
and
shaking
her
head
,
when
Richards
made
bold
to
caution
her
that
Miss
Florence
was
awake
and
sitting
in
her
bed
.
She
had
risen
,
as
the
nurse
said
,
and
the
lashes
of
her
eyes
were
wet
with
tears
.
But
no
one
saw
them
glistening
save
Polly
.
No
one
else
leant
over
her
,
and
whispered
soothing
words
to
her
,
or
was
near
enough
to
hear
the
flutter
of
her
beating
heart
.
`
Oh
!
dear
nurse
!
´
said
the
child
,
looking
earnestly
up
in
her
face
,
`
let
me
lie
by
my
brother
!
´
`
Why
,
my
pet
?
´
said
Richards
.
`
Oh
!
I
think
he
loves
me
,
´
cried
the
child
wildly
.
`
Let
me
lie
by
him
.
Pray
do
!
´
Mrs.
Chick
interposed
with
some
motherly
words
about
going
to
sleep
like
a
dear
,
but
Florence
repeated
her
supplication
,
with
a
frightened
look
,
and
in
a
voice
broken
by
sobs
and
tears
.
`
I
'll
not
wake
him
,
´
she
said
,
covering
her
face
and
hanging
down
her
head
.
`
I
'll
only
touch
him
with
my
hand
,
and
go
to
sleep
.
Oh
,
pray
,
pray
,
let
me
lie
by
my
brother
to-night
,
for
I
believe
he
's
fond
of
me
!
´
Richards
took
her
without
a
word
,
and
carrying
her
to
the
little
bed
in
which
the
infant
was
sleeping
,
laid
her
down
by
his
side
.
She
crept
as
near
him
as
she
could
without
disturbing
his
rest
;
and
stretching
out
one
arm
so
that
it
timidly
embraced
his
neck
,
and
hiding
her
face
on
the
other
,
over
which
her
damp
and
scattered
hair
fell
loose
,
lay
motionless
.
`
Poor
little
thing
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
;
`
she
has
been
dreaming
,
I
dare
say
.
´
This
trivial
incident
had
so
interrupted
the
current
of
conversation
,
that
it
was
difficult
of
resumption
;
and
Mrs.
Chick
moreover
had
been
so
affected
by
the
contemplation
of
her
own
tolerant
nature
,
that
she
was
not
in
spirits
.
The
two
friends
accordingly
soon
made
an
end
of
their
tea
,
and
a
servant
was
despatched
to
fetch
a
hackney
cabriolet
for
Miss
Tox
.
Miss
Tox
had
great
experience
in
hackney
cabs
,
and
her
starting
in
one
was
generally
work
of
time
,
as
she
was
systematic
in
the
preparatory
arrangements
.
`
Have
the
goodness
,
if
you
please
,
Towlinson
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
,
`
first
of
all
,
to
carry
out
a
pen
and
ink
and
take
his
number
legibly
.
´
`
Yes
,
Miss
,
´
said
Towlinson
.
`
Then
,
if
you
please
,
Towlinson
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
,
`
have
the
goodness
to
turn
the
cushion
.
Which
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
apart
to
Mrs.
Chick
,
`
is
generally
damp
,
my
dear
.
´
`
Yes
,
Miss
,
´
said
Towlinson
.
`
I
'll
trouble
you
also
,
if
you
please
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
,
`
with
this
card
and
this
shilling
.
He
's
to
drive
to
the
card
,
and
is
to
understand
that
he
will
not
on
any
account
have
more
than
the
shilling
.
´
`
No
,
Miss
,
'
said
Towlinson
.
`
And
—
I
'm
sorry
to
give
you
so
much
trouble
,
Towlinson
,
'
—
said
Miss
Tox
,
looking
at
him
pensively
.
`
Not
at
all
,
Miss
,
´
said
Towlinson
.
`
Mention
to
the
man
,
then
,
if
you
please
,
Towlinson
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
,
`
That
the
lady
's
uncle
is
a
magistrate
,
and
that
if
he
gives
her
any
of
his
impertinence
he
will
be
punished
terribly
.
You
can
pretend
to
say
that
,
if
you
please
,
Towlinson
,
in
a
friendly
way
,
and
because
you
know
it
was
done
to
another
man
,
who
died
.
´
`
Certainly
,
Miss
,
´
said
Towlinson
.
`
And
now
good
night
to
my
sweet
,
sweet
,
sweet
,
godson
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
,
with
a
soft
shower
of
kisses
at
each
repetition
of
the
adjective
;
`
and
Louisa
,
my
dear
friend
,
promise
me
to
take
a
little
something
warm
before
you
go
to
bed
,
and
not
to
distress
yourself
!
´
It
was
with
extreme
difficulty
that
Nipper
,
the
black-eyed
,
who
looked
on
steadfastly
,
contained
herself
at
this
crisis
,
and
,
until
the
subsequent
departure
of
Mrs.
Chick
.
But
the
nursery
being
at
length
free
of
visitors
,
she
made
herself
some
recompense
for
her
late
restraint
.
`
You
might
keep
me
in
a
strait-waistcoat
for
six
weeks
,
´
said
Nipper
,
`
and
when
I
got
it
off
I
'd
only
be
more
aggravated
,
who
ever
heard
the
like
of
them
two
Griffins
,
Mrs.
Richards
?
´
`
And
then
to
talk
of
having
been
dreaming
,
poor
dear
!
´
said
Polly
.
`
Oh
you
beauties
!
´
cried
Susan
Nipper
,
affecting
to
salute
the
door
by
which
the
ladies
had
departed
.
`
Never
be
a
Dombey
wo
n't
she
?
It
's
to
be
hoped
she
wo
n't
,
we
do
n't
want
any
more
such
,
one
's
enough
.
´
`
Do
n't
wake
the
children
,
Susan
dear
,
´
Susan
dear
,
´
said
Polly
.
`
I
'm
very
much
beholden
to
you
,
Mrs.
Richards
,
´
said
Susan
,
who
was
not
by
any
means
discriminating
in
her
wrath
,
`
and
really
feel
it
as
a
honour
to
receive
your
commands
,
being
a
black
slave
and
a
mulotter
.
Mrs.
Richards
,
if
there
's
any
other
orders
,
you
can
give
me
,
pray
mention
'
em
.
´
`
Nonsense
;
orders
,
´
said
Polly
.
`
Oh
!
bless
your
heart
,
Mrs.
Richards
,
´
cried
Susan
,
`
temporaries
always
orders
permanencies
here
,
did
n't
you
know
that
,
why
wherever
was
you
born
,
Mrs.
Richards
?
But
wherever
you
was
born
,
Mrs.
Richards
,
´
pursue
Spitfire
,
shaking
her
head
resolutely
,
`
and
whenever
,
and
however
(
which
is
best
known
to
yourself
)
,
you
may
bear
in
mind
,
please
,
that
it
's
one
thing
to
give
orders
,
and
quite
another
thing
to
take
'
em
.
A
person
may
tell
a
person
to
dive
off
a
bridge
head
foremost
into
five-and-forty
feet
of
water
,
Mrs.
Richards
,
but
a
person
may
be
very
far
from
diving
.
´
`
There
now
,
´
said
Polly
,
`
you
're
angry
because
you
're
a
good
little
thing
,
and
fond
of
Miss
Florence
;
and
yet
you
turn
round
on
me
,
because
there
's
nobody
else
.
´
`
It
's
very
easy
for
some
to
keep
their
tempers
,
and
be
soft-spoken
,
Mrs.
Richards
,
´
returned
Susan
,
slightly
mollified
,
`
When
their
child
's
made
as
much
of
as
a
prince
,
and
is
petted
and
patted
till
it
wishes
its
friends
further
,
but
when
a
sweet
young
pretty
innocent
,
that
never
ought
to
have
a
cross
word
spoken
to
or
of
it
,
is
run
down
,
the
case
is
very
different
indeed
.
My
goodness
gracious
me
,
Miss
Floy
,
you
naughty
,
sinful
child
if
you
do
n't
shut
your
eyes
this
minute
,
I
'll
call
in
them
hobgoblins
that
lives
in
the
cock-loft
to
come
and
eat
you
up
alive
!
´
Here
Miss
Nipper
made
a
horrible
lowing
,
supposed
to
issue
from
a
conscientious
goblin
of
the
bull
species
,
impatient
to
discharge
the
severe
duty
of
his
position
.
Having
further
composed
her
young
charge
by
covering
her
head
with
the
bed-clothes
,
and
making
three
or
four
angry
dabs
at
the
pillow
,
she
folded
her
arms
,
and
screwed
up
her
mouth
,
and
sat
looking
at
the
fire
for
the
rest
of
the
evening
.
Though
little
Paul
was
said
,
in
nursery
phrase
,
`
to
take
a
deal
of
notice
for
his
age
,
´
he
took
as
little
notice
of
all
this
as
of
the
preparations
for
his
christening
on
the
next
day
but
one
;
which
nevertheless
went
on
about
him
,
as
to
his
personal
apparel
,
and
that
of
his
sister
and
the
two
nurses
,
with
great
activity
.
Neither
did
he
,
on
the
arrival
of
the
appointed
morning
,
show
any
sense
of
its
importance
;
being
,
on
the
contrary
,
unusually
inclined
to
sleep
,
and
unusually
inclined
to
take
it
ill
in
his
attendants
that
they
dressed
him
to
go
out
.
It
happened
to
be
an
iron-grey
autumnal
day
,
with
a
shrewd
east
wind
blowing
—
a
day
in
keeping
with
the
proceedings
.
Mr.
Dombey
represented
in
himself
the
wind
,
the
shade
,
and
the
autumn
of
the
christening
.
He
stood
in
his
library
to
receive
the
company
,
as
hard
land
cold
as
the
weather
;
and
when
he
looked
out
through
the
glass
room
,
at
came
fluttering
down
,
as
if
he
blighted
them
.
Ugh
!
They
were
black
,
cold
rooms
;
and
seemed
to
be
in
mourning
,
like
the
inmates
of
the
house
.
The
books
precisely
matched
as
to
size
,
and
drawn
up
in
line
,
like
soldiers
,
looked
in
their
cold
,
hard
,
slippery
uniforms
,
as
if
they
had
but
one
idea
among
them
,
and
that
was
a
freezer
.
The
bookcase
,
glazed
and
locked
,
repudiated
all
familiarities
.
Mr.
Pitt
,
in
bronze
on
the
top
with
no
trace
of
his
celestial
origin
about
him
,
guarded
the
unattainable
treasure
like
an
enchanted
Moor
.
A
dusty
urn
at
each
high
corner
,
dug
up
from
an
ancient
tomb
,
preached
desolation
and
decay
,
as
from
two
pulpits
;
and
the
chimmey-glass
,
reflecting
Mr.
Dombey
and
his
portrait
at
one
blow
,
seemed
fraught
with
melancholy
meditations
.
The
stiff
and
stark
fire-irons
appeared
to
claim
a
nearer
relationship
than
anything
else
there
to
Mr.
Dombey
,
with
his
buttoned
coat
,
his
white
cravat
,
is
heavy
gold
watch-chain
,
and
his
creaking
boots
.
But
this
was
before
the
arrival
of
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Chick
,
his
lawful
relatives
,
who
soon
presented
themselves
.
`
My
dear
Paul
,
´
Mrs.
Chick
murmured
,
as
she
embraced
him
,
`
the
beginning
,
I
hope
,
of
many
joyful
days
!
´
`
Thank
you
,
Louisa
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
grimly
.
`
How
do
you
do
,
Mr.
John
?
´
`
How
do
you
do
,
Sir
?
´
said
Chick
.
He
gave
Mr.
Dombey
his
hand
,
as
if
he
feared
it
might
electrify
him
.
Mr.
Dombey
took
it
as
if
it
were
a
fish
,
or
seaweed
,
or
some
such
clammy
substance
,
and
immediately
returned
it
to
him
with
exalted
politeness
.
`
Perhaps
,
Louisa
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
slightly
turning
his
head
in
his
cravat
,
as
if
it
were
a
socket
,
`
you
would
have
preferred
a
fire
?
´
`
Oh
,
my
dear
Paul
,
no
,
´
said
Mrs.
chick
,
who
had
much
ado
to
keep
her
teeth
from
chattering
;
`
not
for
me
.
´
`
Mr.
John
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
you
are
not
sensible
of
any
chill
?
´
Mr.
John
,
who
had
already
got
both
his
hands
in
his
pockets
over
the
wrists
,
and
was
on
the
very
threshold
of
that
same
canine
chorus
which
had
given
Mrs.
Chick
so
much
offence
on
a
former
occasion
,
protested
that
he
was
perfectly
comfortable
.
He
added
in
a
low
voice
,
`
With
my
tiddle
tol
toor
rul
'
—
when
he
was
providentially
stopped
by
Towlinson
,
who
announced
:
`
Miss
Tox
!
´
And
enter
that
fair
enslaver
,
with
a
blue
nose
and
indescribably
frosty
face
,
referable
to
her
being
very
thinly
clad
in
a
maze
of
fluttering
odds
and
ends
,
to
do
honour
to
the
ceremony
.
`
How
do
you
do
,
Miss
Tox
?
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
.
Miss
Tox
,
in
the
midst
of
her
spreading
gauzes
,
went
down
altogether
like
an
opera-glass
shutting-up
;
she
curtseyed
so
low
,
in
acknowledgment
of
Mr.
Dombey
's
advancing
a
step
or
two
to
meet
her
.
`
I
can
never
forget
this
occasion
,
Sir
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
,
softly
.
`
'
Tis
impossible
.
My
dear
Louisa
,
I
can
hardly
believe
the
evidence
of
my
senses
.
´
If
Miss
Tox
could
believe
the
evidence
of
one
of
her
senses
,
it
was
a
very
cold
day
.
That
was
quite
clear
.
She
took
an
early
opportunity
of
promoting
the
circulation
in
the
tip
of
her
nose
by
secretly
chafing
it
with
her
pocket-handkerchief
,
lest
,
by
its
very
low
temperature
,
it
should
disagreeably
astonish
the
baby
when
she
came
to
kiss
it
.
The
baby
soon
appeared
,
carried
in
great
glory
by
Richards
;
while
Florence
,
in
custody
of
that
active
young
constable
,
Susan
Nipper
,
brought
up
the
rear
.
Though
the
whole
nursery
party
were
dressed
by
this
time
in
lighter
mourning
than
at
first
,
there
was
enough
in
the
appearance
of
the
bereaved
children
to
make
the
day
no
brighter
.
The
baby
too
—
it
might
have
been
Miss
Tox
's
nose
—
began
to
cry
.
Thereby
,
as
it
happened
,
preventing
Mr.
chick
from
the
awkward
fulfilment
of
a
very
honest
purpose
he
had
;
which
was
,
to
make
much
of
Florence
.
For
this
gentleman
,
insensible
to
the
superior
claims
of
a
perfect
Dombey
(
perhaps
on
account
of
having
the
honour
to
be
united
to
a
Dombey
himself
,
and
being
familiar
with
excellence
)
,
really
liked
her
,
and
showed
that
he
liked
her
,
and
was
about
to
show
it
in
his
own
way
now
,
when
Paul
cried
,
and
his
helpmate
stopped
him
short
.
`
Now
Florence
,
child
!
´
said
her
aunt
,
briskly
,
`
what
are
you
doing
,
love
?
Show
yourself
to
him
.
Engage
his
attention
,
my
dear
!
´
The
atmosphere
became
or
might
have
become
colder
and
colder
,
when
Mr.
Dombey
stood
frigidly
watching
his
little
daughter
,
who
,
clapping
her
hands
,
and
standing
on
tip-toe
before
the
throne
of
his
son
and
heir
,
lured
him
to
bend
down
from
his
high
estate
,
and
look
at
her
.
Some
honest
act
of
Richards
's
may
have
aided
the
effect
,
but
he
did
look
down
,
and
held
his
peace
.
As
his
sister
hid
behind
her
nurse
,
he
followed
her
with
his
eyes
;
and
when
she
peeped
out
with
a
merry
cry
to
him
,
he
sprang
up
and
crowed
lustily
—
laughing
outright
when
she
ran
in
upon
him
;
and
seeming
to
fondle
her
curls
with
his
tiny
hands
,
while
she
smothered
him
with
kisses
.
Was
Mr.
Dombey
pleased
to
see
this
?
He
testified
no
pleasure
by
the
relaxation
of
a
nerve
;
but
outward
tokens
of
any
king
of
feeling
were
unusual
with
him
.
If
any
sunbeam
stole
into
the
room
to
light
the
children
at
their
play
,
it
never
reached
his
face
.
He
looked
on
so
fixedly
and
coldly
,
that
the
warm
light
vanished
even
from
the
laughing
eyes
of
little
Florence
,
when
,
at
last
,
they
happened
to
meet
his
.
It
was
a
dull
,
grey
,
autumn
day
indeed
,
and
in
a
minute
's
pause
and
silence
that
took
place
,
the
leaves
fell
sorrowfully
.
`
Mr.
John
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
referring
to
his
watch
,
and
assuming
his
hat
and
gloves
.
`
Take
my
sister
,
if
you
please
:
my
arm
to-day
is
Miss
Tox
's
.
You
had
better
go
first
with
Master
Paul
,
Richards
.
Be
very
careful
.
´
In
Mr.
Dombey
's
carriage
,
Dombey
and
Son
,
Miss
Tox
,
Mrs.
Chick
,
Richards
,
and
Florence
.
In
a
little
carriage
following
it
,
Susan
Nipper
and
the
owner
Mr.
Chick
.
Susan
looking
out
of
window
,
without
intermission
,
as
a
relief
from
the
embarrassment
of
confronting
the
large
face
of
that
he
gentleman
,
and
thinking
whenever
anything
rattled
that
he
was
putting
up
in
paper
an
appropriate
pecuniary
compliment
for
herself
.
Once
upon
the
road
to
church
,
Mr.
Dombey
clapped
his
hands
for
the
amusement
of
his
son
.
At
which
instance
of
parental
enthusiasm
Miss
Tox
was
enchanted
.
But
exclusive
of
this
incident
,
the
chief
difference
between
the
christening
party
and
a
party
in
a
mourning
coach
,
consisted
in
the
colours
of
the
carriage
and
horses
.
Arrived
at
the
church
steps
,
they
were
received
by
a
portentous
beadle
.
Mr.
Dombey
dismounting
first
to
help
the
ladies
out
,
and
standing
near
him
at
the
church
door
,
looked
like
another
beadle
.
A
beadle
less
gorgeous
but
more
dreadful
;
the
beadle
of
private
life
;
the
beadle
of
our
business
and
our
bosoms
.
Miss
Tox
's
hand
trembled
as
she
slipped
it
through
Mr.
Dombey
's
arm
,
and
felt
herself
escorted
up
the
steps
,
preceded
by
a
cocked
hat
and
a
Babylonian
collar
.
It
seemed
for
a
moment
like
that
other
solemn
institution
,
`
Wilt
thou
have
this
man
,
Lucretia
?
´
`
Yes
,
I
will
.
´
`
Please
to
bring
the
child
in
quick
out
of
the
air
there
,
´
whispered
the
beadle
,
holding
open
the
inner
door
of
the
church
.
Little
Paul
might
have
asked
with
Hamlet
`
into
my
grave
?
´
so
chill
and
earthy
was
the
place
.
The
tall
shrouded
pulpit
and
reading
desk
;
the
dreary
perspective
of
empty
pews
stretching
away
under
the
galleries
,
and
empty
benches
mounting
to
the
roof
and
lost
in
the
shadow
of
the
great
grim
organ
;
the
dusty
matting
and
cold
stone
slabs
;
the
grisly
free
seats
in
the
aisles
;
and
the
damp
corner
by
the
bell-rope
,
where
the
black
trestles
used
for
funerals
were
stowed
away
,
along
with
some
shovels
and
baskets
,
and
a
coil
or
two
of
deadly-looking
rope
;
the
strange
,
unusual
,
uncomfortable
smell
,
and
the
cadaverous
light
;
were
all
in
unison
.
It
was
a
cold
and
dismal
scene
.
`
There
's
a
wedding
just
on
,
Sir
,
´
said
the
beadle
,
`
but
it
'll
be
over
directly
,
if
you
'll
walk
into
the
westry
here
.
´
Before
he
turned
again
to
lead
the
way
,
he
gave
Mr.
Dombey
a
bow
and
a
half
smile
of
recognition
,
importing
that
he
(
the
beadle
)
remembered
to
have
had
the
pleasure
of
attending
on
him
when
he
buried
his
wife
,
and
hoped
he
had
enjoyed
himself
since
.
The
very
wedding
looking
dismal
as
they
passed
in
front
of
the
altar
.
The
bride
was
too
old
and
the
bridegroom
too
young
,
and
a
superannuated
beau
with
one
eye
and
an
eye-glass
stuck
in
its
blank
companion
,
was
giving
away
the
lady
,
while
the
friends
were
shivering
.
In
the
vestry
the
fire
was
smoking
;
and
an
over-aged
and
over-worked
and
under-paid
attorney
's
clerk
,
`
making
a
search
,
´
was
running
his
forefinger
down
the
parchment
pages
of
an
immense
register
(
one
of
a
long
series
of
similar
volumes
)
gorged
with
burials
.
Over
the
fireplace
was
a
ground-plan
of
the
vaults
underneath
the
church
;
and
Mr.
Chick
,
skimming
the
literary
portion
of
it
aloud
,
by
way
of
enlivening
the
company
,
read
the
reference
to
Mrs.
Dombey
's
tomb
in
full
,
before
he
could
stop
himself
.
After
another
cold
interval
,
a
wheezy
little
pew-opener
afflicted
with
an
asthma
,
appropriate
to
the
churchyard
,
if
not
to
the
church
,
summoned
them
to
the
font
.
Here
they
waited
some
little
time
while
the
marriage
party
enrolled
themselves
;
and
meanwhile
the
wheezy
little
pew-opener
—
partly
in
consequence
of
her
infirmity
,
and
partly
that
the
marriage
party
might
not
forget
her
—
went
about
the
building
coughing
like
a
grampus
.
Presently
the
clerk
(
the
only
cheerful-looking
object
there
,
and
he
was
an
undertaker
)
came
up
with
a
jug
of
warm
water
,
and
said
something
,
as
he
poured
it
into
the
font
,
about
taking
the
chill
off
;
which
millions
of
gallons
boiling
hot
could
not
have
done
for
the
occasion
.
Then
the
clergyman
,
an
amiable
and
mild-looking
young
curate
,
but
obviously
afraid
of
the
baby
,
appeared
like
the
principal
character
in
a
ghost-story
,
`
a
tall
figure
all
in
white
;
´
at
sight
of
whom
Paul
rent
the
air
with
his
cries
,
and
never
left
again
till
he
was
taken
out
black
in
the
face
.
Even
when
that
event
had
happened
,
to
the
great
relief
of
everybody
,
he
was
heard
under
the
portico
,
during
the
rest
of
the
ceremony
,
now
fainter
,
now
louder
,
now
hushed
,
now
bursting
forth
again
with
an
irrepressible
sense
of
his
wrongs
.
This
so
distracted
the
attention
of
the
two
ladies
,
that
Mrs.
Chick
was
constantly
deploying
into
the
centre
aisle
,
to
send
out
messages
by
the
pew-opener
,
while
Miss
Tox
kept
her
Prayer-book
open
at
the
Gunpowder
Plot
,
and
occasionally
read
responses
from
that
service
.
During
the
whole
of
these
proceedings
,
Mr.
Dombey
remained
as
impassive
and
gentlemanly
as
ever
,
and
perhaps
assisted
in
making
it
so
cold
,
that
the
young
curate
smoked
at
the
mouth
as
he
read
.
The
only
time
that
he
unbent
his
visage
in
the
least
,
was
when
the
clergyman
,
in
delivering
(
very
unaffectedly
and
simply
)
the
closing
exhortation
,
relative
to
the
future
examination
of
the
child
by
the
sponsors
,
happened
to
rest
his
eye
on
Mr.
Chick
;
and
then
Mr.
Dombey
might
have
been
seen
to
express
by
a
majestic
look
,
that
he
would
like
to
catch
him
at
it
.
It
might
have
been
well
for
Mr.
Dombey
,
if
he
had
thought
of
his
own
dignity
a
little
less
;
and
had
thought
of
the
great
origin
and
purpose
of
the
ceremony
in
which
he
took
so
formal
and
so
stiff
a
part
,
a
little
more
.
His
arrogance
contrasted
strangely
with
its
history
.
When
it
was
all
over
,
he
again
gave
his
arm
to
Miss
Tox
,
and
conducted
her
to
the
vestry
,
where
he
informed
the
clergyman
how
much
pleasure
it
would
have
given
him
to
have
solicited
the
honour
of
his
company
at
dinner
,
but
for
the
unfortunate
state
of
his
household
affairs
.
The
register
signed
,
and
the
fees
paid
,
and
the
pew-opener
(
whose
cough
was
very
bad
again
)
remembered
,
and
the
beadle
gratified
,
and
the
sexton
(
who
was
accidentally
on
the
door-steps
,
looking
with
great
interest
at
the
weather
)
not
forgotten
,
they
got
into
the
carriage
again
,
and
drove
home
in
the
same
bleak
fellowship
.
There
they
found
Mr.
Pitt
turning
up
his
nose
at
a
cold
collation
,
set
forth
in
a
cold
pomp
of
glass
and
silver
,
and
looking
more
like
a
dead
dinner
lying
in
state
than
a
social
refreshment
.
On
their
arrival
Miss
Tox
produced
a
mug
for
her
godson
,
and
Mr.
Chick
a
knife
and
fork
and
spoon
in
a
case
.
Mr.
Dombey
also
produced
a
bracelet
for
Miss
Tox
;
and
,
on
the
receipt
of
this
token
,
Miss
Tox
was
tenderly
affected
.
`
Mr.
John
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
will
you
take
the
bottom
of
the
table
,
if
you
please
?
What
have
you
got
there
,
Mr.
John
?
´
`
I
have
got
a
cold
fillet
of
veal
here
,
Sir
,
´
replied
Mr.
Chick
,
rubbing
his
numbed
hands
hard
together
.
`
What
have
you
got
there
,
Sir
?
´
`
This
,
´
returned
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
is
some
cold
preparation
of
calf
's
head
,
I
think
.
I
see
cold
fowls
—
ham
—
patties
—
salad
—
lobster
.
Miss
Tox
will
do
me
the
honour
of
taking
some
wine
?
Champagne
to
Miss
Tox
.
´
There
was
a
toothache
in
everything
.
The
wine
was
so
bitter
cold
that
it
forced
a
little
scream
from
Miss
Tox
,
which
she
had
great
difficulty
in
turning
into
a
`
Hem
!
´
The
veal
had
come
from
such
an
airy
pantry
,
that
the
first
taste
of
it
had
struck
a
sensation
as
of
cold
lead
to
Mr.
Chick
's
extremities
.
Mr.
Dombey
alone
remained
unmoved
.
He
might
have
been
hung
up
for
sale
at
a
Russian
fair
as
a
specimen
of
a
frozen
gentleman
.
The
prevailing
influence
was
too
much
even
for
his
sister
.
She
made
no
effort
at
flattery
or
small
talk
,
and
directed
all
her
efforts
to
looking
as
warm
as
she
could
.
`
Well
,
Sir
,
´
said
Mr.
Chick
,
making
a
desperate
plunge
,
after
a
long
silence
,
and
filling
a
glass
of
sherry
;
`
I
shall
drink
this
,
if
you
'll
allow
me
,
Sir
,
to
little
Paul
.
´
`
Bless
him
!
´
murmured
Miss
Tox
,
taking
a
sip
of
wine
.
`
Dear
little
Dombey
!
´
murmured
Mrs.
Chick
.
`
Mr.
John
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
with
severe
gravity
,
`
my
son
would
feel
and
express
himself
obliged
to
you
,
I
have
no
doubt
,
if
he
could
appreciate
the
favour
you
have
done
him
.
He
will
prove
,
in
time
to
come
,
I
trust
,
equal
to
any
responsibility
that
the
obliging
disposition
of
his
relations
and
friends
,
in
private
,
or
the
onerous
nature
of
our
position
,
in
public
,
may
impose
upon
him
.
´
The
tone
in
which
this
was
said
admitting
of
nothing
more
,
Mr.
Chick
relapsed
into
low
spirits
and
silence
.
Not
so
Miss
Tox
,
who
,
having
listened
to
Mr.
Dombey
with
even
a
more
emphatic
attention
than
usual
,
and
with
a
more
expressive
tendency
of
her
head
to
one
side
,
now
leant
across
the
table
,
and
said
to
Mrs.
Chick
softly
:
`
Louisa
!
´
`
My
dear
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
.
`
Onerous
nature
of
our
position
in
public
may
—
I
have
forgotten
the
exact
term
.
´
`
Expose
him
to
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
.
`
Pardon
me
,
my
dear
,
´
returned
Miss
Tox
,
`
I
think
not
.
It
was
more
rounded
and
flowing
.
Obliging
disposition
of
relations
and
friends
in
private
,
or
onerous
nature
of
position
in
public
—
may
—
impose
upon
him
!
´
`
Impose
upon
him
,
to
be
sure
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
.
Miss
tox
struck
her
delicate
hands
together
lightly
,
in
triumph
;
and
added
,
casting
up
her
eyes
,
`
eloquence
indeed
!
´
Mr.
Dombey
,
in
the
meanwhile
,
had
issued
orders
for
the
attendance
of
Richards
,
who
now
entered
curtseying
,
but
without
the
baby
;
Paul
being
asleep
after
the
fatigues
of
the
morning
.
Mr.
Dombey
,
having
delivered
a
glass
of
wine
to
this
vassal
,
addressed
her
in
the
following
words
:
Miss
Tox
previously
settling
her
head
on
one
side
,
and
making
other
little
arrangements
for
engraving
them
on
her
heart
.
`
During
the
six
months
or
so
,
Richards
,
which
have
seen
you
an
inmate
of
this
house
,
you
have
done
your
duty
.
Desiring
to
connect
some
little
service
to
you
with
this
occasion
,
I
considered
how
I
could
best
effect
that
object
,
and
I
also
advised
with
my
sister
,
Mrs.
—
´
`
Chick
,
´
interposed
the
gentleman
of
that
name
.
`
Oh
,
hush
if
you
please
!
´
said
Miss
Tox
.
`
I
was
about
to
say
to
you
,
Richards
,
´
resumed
Mr.
Dombey
,
with
an
appalling
glance
at
Mr.
John
,
`
that
I
was
further
assisted
in
my
decision
,
by
the
recollection
of
a
conversation
I
held
with
your
husband
in
this
room
,
on
the
occasion
of
your
being
hired
,
when
he
disclosed
to
me
the
melancholy
fact
that
your
family
,
himself
at
the
head
,
were
sunk
and
steeped
in
ignorance
.
´
Richards
quailed
under
the
magnificence
of
the
reproof
.
`
I
am
far
from
being
friendly
,
´
pursued
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
to
what
is
called
by
persons
of
levelling
sentiments
,
general
education
.
But
it
is
necessary
that
the
inferior
classes
should
continue
to
be
taught
to
know
their
position
,
and
to
conduct
themselves
properly
.
So
far
I
approve
of
schools
.
Having
the
power
of
nominating
a
child
on
the
foundation
of
an
ancient
establishment
,
called
(
from
a
worshipful
company
)
the
Charitable
Grinders
;
where
not
only
is
a
wholesome
education
bestowed
upon
the
scholars
,
but
where
a
dress
and
badge
is
likewise
provided
for
them
;
I
have
(
first
communicating
,
through
Mrs.
chick
,
with
your
family
)
nominated
your
eldest
son
to
an
existing
vacancy
;
and
he
has
this
day
,
I
am
informed
,
assumed
the
habit
.
The
number
of
her
son
,
I
believe
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
turning
to
his
sister
and
speaking
of
the
child
as
if
he
were
a
hackney-coach
,
`
is
one
hundred
and
forty-seven
.
Louisa
,
you
can
tell
her
.
´
`
One
hundred
and
forty-seven
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
.
`
The
dress
,
Richards
,
is
a
nice
,
warm
,
blue
baize
tailed
coat
and
cap
,
turned
up
with
orange-coloured
binding
;
red
worsted
stockings
;
and
very
strong
leather
small-clothes
.
One
might
wear
the
articles
one's-self
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
with
enthusiasm
,
`
and
be
grateful
.
´
`
There
,
Richards
!
´
said
Miss
Tox
.
`
Now
,
indeed
,
you
may
be
proud
.
The
Charitable
Grinders
!
´
`
I
am
sure
I
am
very
much
obliged
,
Sir
,
´
returned
Richards
faintly
,
`
and
take
it
very
kind
that
you
should
remember
my
little
ones
.
´
At
the
same
time
a
vision
of
Biler
as
a
charitable
Grinder
,
with
his
very
small
legs
encased
in
the
serviceable
clothing
described
by
Mrs.
Chick
,
swam
before
Richards
's
eyes
,
and
made
them
water
.
`
I
am
very
glad
to
see
you
have
so
much
feeling
,
Richards
,
´
said
Miss
Tox
.
`
It
makes
one
almost
hope
,
it
really
does
,
´
said
Mrs.
Chick
,
who
prided
herself
on
taking
trustful
views
of
human
nature
,
`
that
there
may
yet
be
some
faint
spark
of
gratitude
and
right
feeling
in
the
world
.
´
Richards
deferred
to
these
compliments
by
curtseying
and
murmuring
her
thanks
;
but
finding
it
quite
impossible
to
recover
her
spirits
from
the
disorder
into
which
they
had
been
thrown
by
the
image
of
her
son
in
his
precocious
nether
garments
,
she
gradually
approached
the
door
and
was
heartily
relieved
to
escape
by
it
.
Such
temporary
indications
of
a
partial
thaw
that
had
appeared
with
her
,
vanished
with
her
;
and
the
frost
set
in
again
,
as
cold
and
hard
as
ever
.
Mr.
Chick
was
twice
heard
to
hum
a
tune
at
the
bottom
of
the
table
,
but
on
both
occasions
it
was
a
fragment
of
the
Dead
March
in
Saul
.
The
party
seemed
to
get
colder
and
colder
,
and
to
be
gradually
resolving
itself
into
a
congealed
and
solid
state
,
like
the
collation
round
which
it
was
assembled
.
At
length
Mrs.
Chick
looked
at
Miss
Tox
,
and
Miss
Tox
returned
the
look
,
and
they
both
rose
and
said
it
was
really
time
to
go
.
Mr.
