apoplecticeyes
at
Mrs.
Skewton
's
face
,
with
the
disinterested
composure
of
an
immortal
being
,
said
:
`
Begad
,
Ma'am
,
you
do
n't
ask
old
Joe
to
come
!
´
`
Sterious
wretch
,
who
's
he
?
´
lisped
Cleopatra
.
But
a
tap
on
the
bonnet
from
Flowers
seeming
to
jog
her
memory
,
she
added
,
`
Oh
!
You
mean
yourself
,
you
naughty
creature
!
´
`
Devilish
queer
,
Sir
,
´
whispered
the
Major
to
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Bad
case
.
Never
did
wrap
up
enough
;
´
the
Major
being
buttoned
to
the
chin
.
`
Why
who
should
J
.
B
.
mean
by
Joe
,
but
old
Joe
Bagstock
—
Joseph
—
your
slave
—
Joe
,
Ma'am
?
Here
!
Here
's
the
man
!
Here
are
the
Bagstock
bellows
,
Ma'am
!
´
cried
the
Major
,
striking
himself
a
sounding
blow
on
the
chest
.
`
My
dearest
Edith
—
Grangeby
—
it
's
most
trordinry
thing
,
´
said
Cleopatra
,
pettishly
,
`
that
Major
—
´
`
Bagstock
!
J
.
B
.
!
´
cried
the
Major
,
seeing
that
she
faltered
for
his
name
.
`
Well
,
it
do
n't
matter
,
´
said
Cleopatra
.
`
Edith
,
my
love
,
you
know
I
never
could
remember
names
—
what
was
it
?
oh
!
—
most
trordinry
thing
that
so
many
people
want
to
come
down
to
see
me
.
I
'm
not
going
for
long
.
I
'm
coming
back
.
Surely
they
can
wait
,
till
I
come
back
!
´
Cleopatra
looked
all
round
the
table
as
she
said
it
,
and
appeared
very
uneasy
.
`
I
wo
n't
have
visitors
—
really
do
n't
want
visitors
,
´
she
said
;
`
little
repose
—
and
all
that
sort
of
thing
—
is
what
I
quire
.
No
odious
brutes
must
proach
me
till
I
've
shaken
off
this
numbness
;
´
and
in
a
grisly
resumption
of
her
coquettish
ways
,
she
made
a
dab
at
the
Major
with
her
fan
,
but
overset
Mr.
Dombey
's
breakfast
cup
instead
,
which
was
in
quite
a
different
direction
.
Then
she
called
for
Withers
,
and
charged
him
to
see
particularly
that
word
was
left
about
some
trivial
alterations
in
her
room
,
which
must
be
all
made
before
she
came
back
,
and
which
must
be
set
about
immediately
,
as
there
was
no
saying
how
soon
she
might
come
back
;
for
she
had
a
great
many
engagements
,
and
all
sorts
of
people
to
call
upon
.
Withers
received
these
directions
with
becoming
deference
,
and
gave
his
guarantee
for
their
execution
;
but
when
he
withdrew
a
pace
or
two
behind
her
,
it
appeared
as
if
he
could
n't
help
looking
strangely
at
the
Major
,
who
could
n't
help
looking
strangely
at
Mr.
Dombey
,
who
could
n't
help
looking
strangely
at
Cleopatra
,
who
could
n't
help
nodding
her
bonnet
over
one
eye
,
and
rattling
her
knife
and
fork
upon
her
plate
in
using
them
,
as
if
she
were
playing
castanets
.
Edith
alone
never
lifted
her
eyes
to
any
face
at
the
table
,
and
never
seemed
dismayed
by
anything
her
mother
said
or
did
.
She
listened
to
her
disjointed
talk
,
or
at
least
,
turned
her
head
towards
her
when
addressed
;
replied
in
a
few
low
words
when
necessary
;
and
sometimes
stopped
her
when
she
was
rambling
,
or
brought
her
thoughts
back
with
a
monosyllable
,
to
the
point
from
which
they
had
strayed
.
The
mother
,
however
unsteady
in
other
things
,
was
constant
in
this
—
that
she
was
always
observant
of
her
.
She
would
look
at
the
beautiful
face
,
in
its
marble
stillness
and
severity
,
now
with
a
kind
of
fearful
admiration
;
now
in
a
giggling
foolish
effort
to
move
it
to
a
smile
;
now
with
capricious
tears
and
jealous
shakings
of
her
head
,
as
imagining
herself
neglected
by
it
;
always
with
an
attraction
towards
it
,
that
never
fluctuated
like
her
other
ideas
,
but
had
constant
possession
of
her
.
From
Edith
she
would
sometimes
look
at
Florence
,
and
back
again
at
Edith
,
in
a
manner
that
was
wild
enough
;
and
sometimes
she
would
try
to
look
elsewhere
,
as
if
to
escape
from
her
daughter
's
face
;
but
back
to
it
she
seemed
forced
to
come
,
although
it
never
sought
hers
unless
sought
,
or
troubled
her
with
one
single
glance
.
The
breakfast
concluded
,
Mrs.
Skewton
,
affecting
to
lean
girlishly
upon
the
Major
's
arm
,
but
heavily
supported
on
the
other
side
by
Flowers
the
maid
,
and
propped
up
behind
by
Withers
the
page
,
was
conducted
to
the
carriage
,
which
was
to
take
her
,
Florence
,
and
Edith
to
Brighton
.
`
And
is
Joseph
absolutely
banished
?
´
said
the
Major
,
thrusting
in
his
purple
face
over
the
steps
.
`
Damme
,
Ma'am
,
is
Cleopatra
so
hard-hearted
as
to
forbid
her
faithful
Antony
Bagstock
to
approach
the
presence
?
´
`
Go
along
!
´
said
Cleopatra
,
`
I
ca
n't
bear
you
.
You
shall
see
me
when
I
come
back
,
if
you
are
very
good
.
´
`
Tell
Joseph
,
he
may
live
in
hope
,
Ma'am
,
´
said
the
Major
;
`
or
he
'll
die
in
despair
.
´
Cleopatra
shuddered
,
and
leaned
back
.
`
Edith
,
my
dear
,
´
she
said
.
`
Tell
him
—
´
`
What
?
´
`
Such
dreadful
words
,
´
said
Cleopatra
.
`
He
uses
such
dreadful
words
!
´
Edith
signed
to
him
to
retire
,
gave
the
word
to
go
on
,
and
left
the
objectionable
Major
to
Mr.
Dombey
.
To
whom
he
returned
,
whistling
.
`
I
'll
tell
you
what
,
Sir
,
´
said
the
Major
,
with
his
hands
behind
him
,
and
his
legs
very
wide
asunder
,
`
a
fair
friend
of
ours
has
removed
to
Queer
Street
.
´
`
What
do
you
mean
,
Major
?
´
inquired
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
I
mean
to
say
,
Dombey
,
´
returned
the
Major
,
`
that
you
'll
soon
be
an
orphan-in-law
.
´
Mr.
Dombey
appeared
to
relish
this
waggish
description
of
himself
so
very
little
,
that
the
Major
wound
up
with
the
horse
's
cough
,
as
an
expression
of
gravity
.
`
Damme
,
Sir
,
´
said
the
Major
,
`
there
is
no
use
in
disguising
a
fact
.
Joe
is
blunt
,
Sir
.
That
's
his
nature
.
If
you
take
old
Josh
at
all
,
you
take
him
as
you
find
him
;
and
a
de-vilish
rusty
,
old
rasper
,
of
a
close-toothed
,
J
.
B
.
file
,
you
do
find
him
.
Dombey
,
´
said
the
Major
,
`
your
wife
's
mother
is
on
the
move
,
Sir
.
´
`
I
fear
,
´
returned
Mr.
Dombey
,
with
much
philosophy
,
`
that
Mrs.
Skewton
is
shaken
.
´
`
Shaken
,
Dombey
!
´
said
the
Major
.
`
Smashed
!
´
`
Change
,
however
,
´
pursued
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
and
attention
may
do
much
yet
.
´
`
Do
n't
believe
it
,
Sir
,
´
returned
the
Major
.
`
Damme
,
Sir
,
she
never
wrapped
up
enough
.
If
a
man
do
n't
wrap
up
,
´
said
the
Major
,
taking
in
another
button
of
his
buff
waistcoat
,
`
he
has
nothing
to
fall
back
upon
.
But
some
people
will
die
.
They
will
do
it
.
Damme
,
they
will
.
They
're
obstinate
.
I
tell
you
what
,
Dombey
,
it
may
not
be
ornamental
;
it
may
not
be
refined
;
it
may
be
rough
and
tough
;
but
a
little
of
the
genuine
old
English
Bagstock
stamina
,
Sir
,
would
do
all
the
good
in
the
world
to
the
human
breed
.
´
After
imparting
this
precious
piece
of
information
,
the
Major
,
who
was
certainly
true-blue
,
whatever
other
endowments
he
may
have
possessed
or
wanted
,
coming
within
the
`
genuine
old
English
´
classification
,
which
has
never
been
exactly
ascertained
,
took
his
lobster-eyes
and
his
apoplexy
to
the
club
,
and
choked
there
all
day
.
Cleopatra
,
at
one
time
fretful
,
at
another
self-complacent
,
sometimes
awake
,
sometimes
asleep
,
and
at
all
times
juvenile
,
reached
Brighton
the
same
night
,
fell
to
pieces
as
usual
,
and
was
put
away
in
bed
;
where
a
gloomy
fancy
might
have
pictured
a
more
potent
skeleton
than
the
maid
,
who
should
have
been
one
,
watching
at
the
rose-coloured
curtains
,
which
were
carried
down
to
shed
their
bloom
upon
her
.
It
was
settled
in
high
council
of
medical
authority
that
she
should
take
a
carriage
airing
every
day
,
and
that
it
was
important
she
should
get
out
every
day
,
and
walk
if
she
could
.
Edith
was
ready
to
attend
her
—
always
ready
to
attend
her
,
with
the
same
mechanical
attention
and
immoveable
beauty
—
and
they
drove
out
alone
;
for
Edith
had
an
uneasiness
in
the
presence
of
Florence
,
now
that
her
mother
was
worse
,
and
told
Florence
,
with
a
kiss
,
that
she
would
rather
they
two
went
alone
.
Mrs.
Skewton
,
on
one
particular
day
,
was
in
the
irresolute
,
exacting
,
jealous
temper
that
had
developed
itself
on
her
recovery
from
her
first
attack
.
After
sitting
silent
in
the
carriage
watching
Edith
for
some
time
,
she
took
her
hand
and
kissed
it
passionately
.
The
hand
was
neither
given
nor
withdrawn
,
but
simply
yielded
to
her
raising
of
it
,
and
being
released
,
dropped
down
again
,
almost
as
if
it
were
insensible
.
At
this
she
began
to
whimper
and
moan
,
and
say
what
a
mother
she
had
been
,
and
how
she
was
forgotten
!
This
she
continued
to
do
at
capricious
intervals
,
even
when
they
had
alighted
:
when
she
herself
was
halting
along
with
the
joint
support
of
Withers
and
a
stick
,
and
Edith
was
walking
by
her
side
,
and
the
carriage
slowly
following
at
a
little
distance
.
It
was
a
bleak
,
lowering
,
windy
day
,
and
they
were
out
upon
the
Downs
with
nothing
but
a
bare
sweep
of
land
between
them
and
the
sky
.
The
mother
,
with
a
querulous
satisfaction
in
the
monotony
of
her
complaint
,
was
still
repeating
it
in
a
low
voice
from
time
to
time
,
and
the
proud
form
of
her
daughter
moved
beside
her
slowly
,
when
there
came
advancing
over
a
dark
ridge
before
them
,
two
other
figures
,
which
in
the
distance
,
were
so
like
an
exaggerated
imitation
of
their
own
,
that
Edith
stopped
.
Almost
as
she
stopped
,
the
two
figures
stopped
;
and
that
one
which
to
Edith
's
thinking
was
like
a
distorted
shadow
of
her
mother
,
spoke
to
the
other
,
earnestly
,
and
with
a
pointing
hand
towards
them
.
That
one
seemed
inclined
to
turn
back
,
but
the
other
,
in
which
Edith
recognised
enough
that
was
like
herself
to
strike
her
with
an
unusual
feeling
,
not
quite
free
from
fear
,
came
on
;
and
then
they
came
on
together
.
The
greater
part
of
this
observation
,
she
made
while
walking
towards
them
,
for
her
stoppage
had
been
momentary
.
Nearer
observation
sowed
her
that
they
were
poorly
dressed
,
as
wanderers
about
the
country
;
that
the
younger
woman
carried
knitted
work
or
some
such
goods
for
sale
;
and
that
the
old
one
toiled
on
empty-handed
.
And
yet
,
however
far
removed
she
was
in
dress
,
in
dignity
,
in
beauty
,
Edith
could
not
but
compare
the
younger
woman
with
herself
,
still
.
It
may
have
been
that
she
saw
upon
her
face
some
traces
which
she
knew
were
lingering
in
her
own
soul
,
if
not
yet
written
on
that
index
;
but
,
as
the
woman
came
on
,
returning
her
gaze
,
fixing
her
shining
eyes
upon
her
,
undoubtedly
presenting
something
of
her
own
air
and
stature
,
and
appearing
to
reciprocate
her
own
thoughts
,
she
felt
a
chill
creep
over
her
,
as
if
the
day
were
darkening
,
and
the
wind
were
colder
.
They
had
now
come
up
.
The
old
woman
holding
out
her
hand
importunately
,
stopped
to
beg
of
Mrs.
Skewton
.
The
younger
one
stopped
too
,
and
she
and
Edith
looked
in
one
another
's
eyes
.
`
What
is
it
that
you
have
to
sell
?
´
said
Edith
.
`
Only
this
,
´
returned
the
woman
,
holding
out
her
wares
,
without
looking
at
them
.
`
I
sold
myself
long
ago
.
´
`
My
lady
,
do
n't
believe
her
,
´
croaked
the
old
woman
to
Mrs.
Skewton
;
`
do
n't
believe
what
she
says
.
She
loves
to
talk
like
that
.
She
's
my
handsome
and
undutiful
daughter
.
She
gives
me
nothing
but
reproaches
,
my
lady
,
for
all
I
have
done
for
her
.
Look
at
her
now
,
my
lady
,
how
she
turns
upon
her
poor
old
mother
with
her
looks
.
´
As
Mrs.
Skewton
drew
her
purse
out
with
a
trembling
hand
,
and
eagerly
fumbled
for
some
money
,
which
the
other
old
woman
greedily
watched
for
—
their
heads
all
but
touching
,
in
their
hurry
and
decrepitude
—
Edith
interposed
:
`
I
have
seen
you
,
´
addressing
the
old
woman
,
`
before
.
´
`
Yes
,
my
lady
,
´
with
a
curtsey
.
`
Down
in
Warwickshire
.
The
morning
among
the
trees
.
When
you
would
n't
give
me
nothing
.
But
the
gentleman
,
he
give
me
something
!
Oh
,
bless
him
,
bless
him
!
´
mumbled
the
old
woman
,
holding
up
her
skinny
hand
,
and
grinning
frightfully
at
her
daughter
.
`
It
's
of
no
use
attempting
to
stay
me
,
Edith
!
´
said
Mrs.
Skewton
,
angrily
anticipating
an
objection
from
her
.
`
You
know
nothing
about
it
.
I
wo
n't
be
dissuaded
.
I
am
sure
this
is
an
excellent
woman
,
and
a
good
mother
.
´
`
Yes
,
my
lady
,
yes
,
´
chattered
the
old
woman
,
holding
out
her
avaricious
hand
.
`
Thankee
,
my
lady
.
Lord
bless
you
,
my
lady
.
Sixpence
more
,
my
pretty
lady
,
as
a
good
mother
yourself
.
´
`
And
treated
undutifully
enough
,
too
,
my
good
old
creature
,
sometimes
,
I
assure
you
,
´
said
Mrs.
Skewton
,
whimpering
.
`
There
!
Shake
hands
with
me
.
You
're
a
very
good
old
creature
—
full
of
what's-his-name
—
and
all
that
.
You
're
all
affection
and
et
cetera
,
a
n't
you
?
´
`
Oh
,
yes
,
my
lady
!
´
`
Yes
,
I
'm
sure
you
are
;
and
so
's
that
gentlemanly
creature
Grangeby
.
I
must
really
shake
hands
with
you
again
.
And
now
you
can
go
,
you
know
;
and
I
hope
,
'
addressing
the
daughter
,
`
you
'll
show
more
gratitude
,
and
natural
what'sits-name
,
and
all
the
rest
of
it
—
but
I
never
did
remember
names
—
for
there
never
was
a
better
mother
than
the
good
old
creature
's
been
to
you
.
Come
,
Edith
!
´
As
the
ruin
of
Cleopatra
tottered
off
whimpering
,
and
wiping
its
eyes
with
a
gingerly
remembrance
of
rouge
in
their
neighbourhood
,
the
old
woman
hobbled
another
way
,
mumbling
and
counting
her
money
.
Not
one
word
more
,
nor
one
other
gesture
,
had
been
exchanged
between
Edith
and
the
younger
woman
,
but
neither
had
removed
her
eyes
from
the
other
for
a
moment
.
They
had
remained
confronted
until
now
,
when
Edith
,
as
awakening
from
a
dream
,
passed
slowly
on
.
`
You
're
a
handsome
woman
,
´
muttered
her
shadow
,
looking
after
her
;
`
but
good
looks
wo
n't
save
us
.
And
you
're
a
proud
woman
;
but
pride
wo
n't
save
us
.
We
had
need
to
know
each
other
when
we
meet
again
!
´
CHAPTER
XLI
New
Voices
in
the
Waves
ALL
is
going
on
as
it
was
wont
.
The
waves
are
hoarse
with
repetition
of
their
mystery
;
the
dust
lies
piled
upon
the
shore
;
the
sea-birds
soar
and
hover
;
the
winds
and
clouds
go
forth
upon
their
trackless
flight
;
the
white
arms
beckon
,
in
the
moonlight
to
the
invisible
country
far
away
.
With
a
tender
melancholy
pleasure
,
Florence
finds
herself
again
on
the
old
ground
so
sadly
trodden
,
yet
so
happily
,
and
thinks
of
him
in
the
quiet
place
,
where
he
and
she
have
many
and
many
a
time
conversed
together
,
with
the
water
welling
up
about
his
couch
.
And
now
,
as
she
sits
pensive
there
,
she
hears
in
the
wild
low
murmur
of
the
sea
,
his
little
story
told
again
,
his
very
words
repeated
;
and
finds
that
all
her
life
and
hopes
,
and
griefs
,
since
—
in
the
solitary
house
,
and
in
the
pageant
it
has
changed
to
—
have
a
portion
in
the
burden
of
the
marvellous
song
.
And
gentle
Mr.
Toots
,
who
wanders
at
a
distance
,
looking
wistfully
towards
the
figure
that
he
dotes
upon
,
and
has
followed
there
,
but
cannot
in
his
delicacy
disturb
at
such
a
time
,
likewise
hears
the
requiem
of
little
Dombey
on
the
waters
,
rising
and
falling
in
the
lulls
of
their
eternal
madrigal
in
praise
of
Florence
.
Yes
!
and
he
faintly
understands
,
poor
Mr.
Toots
,
that
they
are
saying
something
of
a
time
when
he
was
sensible
of
being
brighter
and
not
addle-brained
;
and
the
tears
rising
in
his
eyes
when
he
fears
that
he
is
dull
and
stupid
now
,
and
good
for
little
but
to
be
laughed
at
,
diminish
his
satisfaction
in
their
soothing
reminder
that
he
is
relieved
from
present
responsibility
to
the
Chicken
,
by
the
absence
of
that
game
head
of
poultry
in
the
country
,
training
(
at
Toots
's
cost
)
for
his
great
mill
with
the
Larkey
Boy
.
But
Mr.
Toots
takes
courage
,
when
they
whisper
a
kind
thought
to
him
;
and
by
slow
degrees
and
with
many
indecisive
stoppages
on
the
way
,
approaches
Florence
.
Stammering
and
blushing
,
Mr.
Toots
affects
amazement
when
he
comes
near
her
,
and
says
(
having
followed
close
on
the
carriage
in
which
she
travelled
,
every
inch
of
the
way
from
London
,
loving
even
to
be
choked
by
the
dust
of
its
wheels
)
that
he
never
was
so
surprised
in
all
his
life
.
`
And
you
've
brought
Diogenes
,
too
,
Miss
Dombey
!
´
says
Mr.
Toots
,
thrilled
through
and
through
by
the
touch
of
the
small
hand
so
pleasantly
and
frankly
given
him
.
No
doubt
Diogenes
is
there
,
and
no
doubt
Mr.
Toots
has
reason
to
observe
him
,
for
he
comes
straightway
at
Mr.
Toots
's
legs
,
and
tumbles
over
himself
in
the
desperation
with
which
he
makes
at
him
,
like
a
very
dog
of
Montargis
.
But
he
is
checked
by
his
sweet
mistress
.
`
Down
,
Di
,
down
.
Do
n't
you
remember
who
first
made
us
friends
,
Di
?
For
shame
!
´
Oh
!
Well
may
Di
lay
his
loving
cheek
against
her
hand
,
and
run
off
,
and
run
back
,
and
run
round
her
,
barking
,
and
run
headlong
at
anybody
coming
by
,
to
show
his
devotion
.
Mr.
Toots
would
run
headlong
at
anybody
,
too
.
A
military
gentleman
goes
past
,
and
Mr.
Toots
would
like
nothing
better
than
to
run
at
him
,
full
tilt
.
`
Diogenes
is
quite
in
his
native
air
,
is
n't
he
,
Miss
Dombey
?
´
says
Mr.
Toots
.
Florence
assents
,
with
a
grateful
smile
.
`
Miss
Dombey
,
´
says
Mr.
Toots
,
`
beg
your
pardon
,
but
if
you
would
like
to
walk
to
Blimber
's
,
I
—
I
'm
going
there
.
´
Florence
puts
her
arm
in
that
of
Mr.
Toots
without
a
word
,
and
they
walk
away
together
,
with
Diogenes
going
on
before
.
Mr.
Toots
's
legs
shake
under
him
;
and
though
he
is
splendidly
dressed
,
he
feels
misfits
,
and
sees
wrinkles
,
in
the
masterpieces
of
Burgess
and
Co.
,
and
wishes
he
had
put
on
that
brightest
pair
of
boots
.
Doctor
Blimber
's
house
,
outside
,
has
as
scholastic
and
studious
an
air
as
ever
:
and
up
there
is
the
window
where
she
used
to
look
for
the
pale
face
,
and
where
the
pale
face
brightened
when
it
saw
her
,
and
the
wasted
little
hand
waved
kisses
as
she
passed
.
The
door
is
opened
by
the
same
weakeyed
young
man
,
whose
imbecility
of
grin
at
sight
of
Mr.
Toots
is
feebleness
of
character
personified
.
They
are
shown
into
the
Doctor
's
study
,
where
blind
Homer
and
Minerva
give
them
audience
as
of
yore
,
to
the
sober
ticking
of
the
great
clock
in
the
hall
;
and
where
the
globes
stand
still
in
their
accustomed
places
,
as
if
the
world
were
stationary
too
,
and
nothing
in
it
ever
perished
in
obedience
to
the
universal
law
,
that
,
while
it
keeps
it
on
the
roll
,
calls
everything
to
earth
.
And
here
is
Doctor
Blimber
,
with
his
learned
legs
;
and
here
is
Mrs.
Blimber
,
with
her
sky-blue
cap
;
and
here
is
Cornelia
,
with
her
sandy
little
row
of
curls
,
and
her
bright
spectacles
,
still
working
like
a
sexton
in
the
graves
of
languages
.
Here
is
the
table
upon
which
he
sat
forlorn
and
strange
,
the
`
new
boy
´
of
the
school
;
and
hither
comes
the
distant
cooing
of
the
old
boys
,
at
their
old
lives
in
the
old
room
on
the
old
principle
!
`
Toots
,
´
says
Doctor
Blimber
,
`
I
am
very
glad
to
see
you
,
Toots
.
´
Mr.
Toots
chuckles
in
reply
.
`
Also
to
see
you
,
Toots
,
in
such
good
company
,
´
says
Doctor
Blimber
.
Mr.
Toots
,
with
a
scarlet
visage
,
explains
that
he
has
met
Miss
Dombey
by
accident
,
and
that
Miss
Dombey
wishing
,
like
himself
,
to
see
the
old
place
,
they
have
come
together
.
`
You
will
like
,
´
says
Doctor
Blimber
,
`
to
step
among
our
young
friends
,
Miss
Dombey
,
no
doubt
.
All
fellow-students
of
yours
,
Toots
,
once
.
I
think
we
have
no
new
disciples
in
our
little
portico
,
my
dear
,
´
says
Doctor
Blimber
to
Cornelia
,
`
since
Mr.
Toots
left
us
.
´
`
Except
Bitherstone
,
´
returns
Cornelia
.
`
Aye
,
truly
,
´
says
the
Doctor
.
`
Bitherstone
is
new
to
Mr.
Toots
.
´
New
to
Florence
,
too
,
almost
;
for
,
in
the
schoolroom
,
Bitherstone
—
no
longer
Master
Bitherstone
of
Mrs.
Pipchin
's
—
shows
in
collars
and
a
neckcloth
,
and
wears
a
watch
.
But
Bitherstone
,
born
beneath
some
Bengal
star
of
ill-omen
,
is
extremely
inky
;
and
his
Lexicon
has
got
so
dropsical
from
constant
reference
,
that
it
wo
n't
shut
,
and
yawns
as
if
it
really
could
not
bear
to
be
so
bothered
.
So
does
Bitherstone
its
master
,
forced
at
Doctor
Blimber
's
highest
pressure
;
but
in
the
yawn
of
Bitherstone
there
is
malice
and
snarl
,
and
he
has
been
heard
to
say
that
he
wishes
he
could
catch
`
old
Blimber
´
in
India
.
He
'd
precious
soon
find
himself
carried
up
the
country
by
a
few
of
his
(
Bitherstone
's
)
Coolies
,
and
handed
over
to
the
Thugs
;
he
can
tell
him
that
.
Briggs
is
still
grinding
in
the
mill
of
knowledge
;
and
Tozer
,
too
;
and
Johnson
,
too
;
and
all
the
rest
;
the
older
pupils
being
principally
engaged
in
forgetting
,
with
prodigious
labour
,
everything
they
knew
when
they
were
younger
.
All
are
as
polite
and
as
pale
as
ever
;
and
among
them
,
Mr.
Feeder
,
B.A.
,
with
his
bony
hand
and
bristly
head
,
is
still
hard
at
it
:
with
his
Herodotus
stop
on
just
at
present
,
and
his
other
barrels
on
a
shelf
behind
him
.
A
mighty
sensation
is
created
,
even
among
these
grave
young
gentlemen
,
by
a
visit
from
the
emancipated
Toots
;
who
is
regarded
with
a
kind
of
awe
,
as
one
who
has
passed
the
Rubicon
,
and
is
pledged
never
to
come
back
,
and
concerning
the
cut
of
whose
clothes
,
and
fashion
of
whose
jewellery
,
whispers
go
about
,
behind
hands
;
the
bilious
Bitherstone
,
who
is
not
of
Mr.
Toots
's
time
,
affecting
to
despise
the
latter
to
the
smaller
boys
,
and
saying
he
knows
better
,
and
that
he
should
like
to
see
him
coming
that
sort
of
thing
in
Bengal
,
where
his
mother
has
got
an
emerald
belonging
to
him
that
was
taken
out
of
the
footstool
of
a
Rajah
.
Come
now
!
Bewildering
emotions
are
awakened
also
by
the
sight
of
Florence
,
with
whom
every
young
gentleman
immediately
falls
in
love
,
again
:
except
,
as
aforesaid
,
the
bilious
Bitherstone
,
who
declines
to
do
so
,
out
of
contradiction
.
Black
jealousies
of
Mr.
Toots
arise
,
and
Briggs
is
of
opinion
that
he
a
n't
so
very
old
after
all
.
But
this
disparaging
insinuation
is
speedily
made
nought
by
Mr.
Toots
saying
aloud
to
Mr.
Feeder
,
B.A.
,
`
How
are
you
,
Feeder
?
´
and
asking
him
to
come
and
dine
with
him
to-day
at
the
Bedford
;
in
right
of
which
feats
he
might
set
up
as
Old
Parr
,
if
he
chose
,
unquestioned
.
There
is
much
shaking
of
hands
,
and
much
bowing
,
and
a
great
desire
on
the
part
of
each
young
gentleman
to
take
Toots
down
in
Miss
Dombey
's
good
graces
;
and
then
,
Mr.
Toots
having
bestowed
a
chuckle
on
his
old
desk
,
Florence
and
he
withdraw
with
Mrs.
Blimber
and
Cornelia
;
and
Doctor
Blimber
is
heard
to
observe
behind
them
as
he
comes
out
last
,
and
shuts
the
door
,
`
Gentlemen
,
we
will
now
resume
our
studies
.
´
For
that
and
little
else
is
what
the
Doctor
hears
the
sea
say
,
or
has
heard
it
saying
all
his
life
.
Florence
then
steals
away
and
goes
upstairs
to
the
old
bedroom
with
Mrs.
Blimber
and
Cornelia
;
Mr.
Toots
,
who
feels
that
neither
he
nor
anybody
else
is
wanted
there
,
stands
talking
to
the
Doctor
at
the
study-door
,
or
rather
hearing
the
Doctor
talk
to
him
,
and
wondering
how
he
ever
thought
the
study
a
great
sanctuary
,
and
the
Doctor
,
with
his
round
turned
legs
,
like
a
clerical
pianoforte
,
an
awful
man
.
Florence
soon
comes
down
and
takes
leave
;
Mr.
Toots
takes
leave
;
and
Diogenes
,
who
has
been
worrying
the
weak-eyed
young
man
pitilessly
all
the
time
,
shoots
out
at
the
door
,
and
barks
a
glad
defiance
down
the
cliff
;
while
'
Melia
,
and
another
of
the
Doctor
's
female
domestics
,
look
out
of
an
upper
window
,
laughing
`
at
that
there
Toots
,
´
and
saying
of
Miss
Dombey
,
`
But
really
though
,
now
—
ai
n't
she
like
her
brother
,
only
prettier
?
´
Mr.
Toots
,
who
saw
when
Florence
came
down
that
there
were
tears
upon
her
face
,
is
desperately
anxious
and
uneasy
,
and
at
first
fears
that
he
did
wrong
in
proposing
the
visit
.
But
he
is
soon
relieved
by
her
saying
she
is
very
glad
to
have
been
there
again
,
and
by
her
talking
quite
cheerfully
about
it
all
,
as
they
walked
on
by
the
sea
.
What
with
the
voices
there
,
and
her
sweet
voice
,
when
they
come
near
Mr.
Dombey
's
house
,
and
Mr.
Toots
must
leave
her
,
he
is
so
enslaved
that
he
has
not
a
scarp
of
free-will
left
;
when
she
gives
him
her
hand
at
parting
,
he
cannot
let
it
go
.
`
Miss
Dombey
,
I
beg
your
pardon
,
´
says
Mr.
Toots
,
in
a
sad
fluster
,
`
but
if
you
would
allow
me
to
—
to
—
´
The
smiling
and
unconscious
look
of
Florence
brings
him
to
a
dead
stop
.
`
If
you
would
allow
me
to
—
if
you
would
not
consider
it
a
liberty
,
Miss
Dombey
,
if
I
was
to
—
without
any
encouragement
at
all
,
if
I
was
to
hope
,
you
know
,
´
says
Mr.
Toots
.
Florence
looks
at
him
inquiringly
.
`
Miss
Dombey
,
´
says
Mr.
Toots
,
who
feels
that
he
is
in
for
it
now
,
`
I
really
am
in
that
state
of
adoration
of
you
that
I
do
n't
know
what
to
do
with
myself
.
I
am
the
most
deplorable
wretch
.
If
it
was
n't
at
the
corner
of
the
Square
at
present
,
I
should
go
down
on
my
knees
,
and
beg
and
entreat
of
you
,
without
any
encouragement
at
all
,
just
to
let
me
hope
that
I
may
—
may
think
it
possible
that
you
—
´
`
Oh
,
if
you
please
,
do
n't
!
´
cries
Florence
,
for
the
moment
quite
alarmed
and
distressed
.
`
Oh
,
pray
do
n't
,
Mr.
Toots
.
Stop
,
if
you
please
.
Do
n't
say
any
more
.
As
a
kindness
and
a
favour
to
me
,
do
n't
.
´
Mr.
Toots
is
dreadfully
abashed
,
and
his
mouth
opens
.
`
You
have
been
so
good
to
me
,
´
say
Florence
,
`
I
am
so
grateful
to
you
,
I
have
such
reason
to
like
you
for
being
a
kind
friend
to
me
,
and
I
do
like
you
so
much
:
´
and
here
the
ingenuous
face
smiles
upon
him
with
the
pleasantest
look
of
honesty
in
the
world
;
`
that
I
am
sure
you
are
only
going
to
say
good-bye
.
!
´
`
Certainly
,
Miss
Dombey
,
´
says
Mr.
Toots
,
`
I
—
I
—
that
's
exactly
what
I
mean
.
It
's
of
no
consequence
.
´
`
Good-bye
!
´
cries
Florence
.
`
Good-bye
,
Miss
Dombey
!
´
stammers
Mr.
Toots
.
`
I
hope
you
wo
n't
think
anything
about
it
.
It
's
—
it
's
of
no
consequence
,
thank
you
.
It
's
not
of
the
least
consequence
in
the
world
.
´
Poor
Mr.
Toots
goes
home
to
his
Hotel
in
a
state
of
desperation
,
locks
himself
into
his
bedroom
,
flings
himself
upon
his
bed
,
and
lies
there
for
a
long
time
;
as
if
it
were
of
the
greatest
consequence
,
nevertheless
.
But
Mr.
Feeder
,
B.A.
,
is
coming
to
dinner
,
which
happens
well
for
Mr.
Toots
,
or
there
is
no
knowing
when
he
might
get
up
again
.
Mr.
Toots
is
obliged
to
get
up
to
receive
him
,
and
to
give
him
hospitable
entertainment
.
And
the
generous
influence
of
that
social
virtue
,
hospitality
(
to
make
no
mention
of
wine
and
good
cheer
)
,
opens
Mr.
Toots
's
heart
,
and
warms
him
to
conversation
.
He
does
not
tell
Mr.
Feeder
,
B.A.
,
what
passed
at
the
corner
of
the
Square
;
but
when
Mr.
Feeder
asks
him
`
When
it
is
to
come
off
?
´
Mr.
Toots
replies
,
`
that
there
are
certain
subjects
'
—
which
brings
Mr.
Feeder
down
a
peg
or
two
immediately
.
Mr.
Toots
adds
,
that
he
do
n't
know
what
right
Blimber
had
to
notice
his
being
in
Miss
Dombey
's
company
,
and
that
if
he
thought
he
meant
impudence
by
it
,
he
'd
have
him
out
,
Doctor
or
no
Doctor
;
but
he
supposes
it
's
only
his
ignorance
.
Mr.
Feeder
says
he
has
no
doubt
of
it
.
Mr.
Feeder
,
however
,
as
an
intimate
friend
,
is
not
excluded
from
the
subject
.
Mr.
Toots
merely
requires
that
it
should
be
mentioned
mysteriously
,
and
with
feeling
.
After
a
few
glasses
of
wine
,
he
gives
Miss
Dombey
's
health
,
observing
,
`
Feeder
,
you
have
no
idea
of
the
sentiments
with
which
I
propose
that
toast
.
'
Mr.
Feeder
replies
,
`
Oh
,
yes
,
I
have
,
my
dear
Toots
;
and
greatly
they
redound
to
your
honour
,
old
boy
.
´
Mr.
Feeder
is
then
agitated
by
friendship
,
and
shakes
hands
;
and
says
,
if
ever
Toots
wants
a
brother
,
he
knows
where
to
find
him
,
either
by
post
or
parcel
.
Mr.
Feeder
likewise
says
,
that
if
he
may
advise
,
he
would
recommend
Mr.
Toots
to
learn
the
guitar
,
or
,
at
least
the
flute
;
for
women
like
music
,
when
you
are
paying
your
addresses
to
'
em
,
and
he
has
found
the
advantage
of
it
himself
.
This
brings
Mr.
Feeder
,
B.A.
,
to
the
confession
that
he
has
his
eye
upon
Cornelia
Blimber
.
He
informs
Mr.
Toots
that
he
do
n't
object
to
spectacles
,
and
that
if
the
Doctor
were
to
do
the
handsome
thing
and
give
up
the
business
,
why
,
there
they
are
—
provided
for
.
He
says
it
's
his
opinion
that
when
a
man
has
made
a
handsome
sum
by
his
business
,
he
is
bound
to
give
it
up
;
and
that
Cornelia
would
be
an
assistance
in
it
which
any
man
might
be
proud
of
.
Mr.
Toots
replies
by
launching
wildly
out
into
Miss
Dombey
's
praises
,
and
by
insinuations
that
sometimes
he
thinks
he
should
like
to
blow
his
brains
out
.
Mr.
Feeder
strongly
urges
that
it
would
be
a
rash
attempt
,
and
shows
him
,
as
a
reconcilement
to
existence
,
Cornelia
's
portrait
,
spectacles
and
all
.
Thus
these
quiet
spirits
pass
the
evening
;
and
when
it
has
yielded
place
to
night
,
Mr.
Toots
walks
home
with
Mr.
Feeder
,
and
parts
with
him
at
Doctor
Blimber
's
door
.
But
Mr.
Feeder
only
goes
up
the
steps
,
and
when
Mr.
Toots
is
gone
,
comes
down
again
,
to
stroll
upon
the
beach
alone
,
and
think
about
his
prospects
.
Mr.
Feeder
plainly
hears
the
waves
informing
him
,
as
he
loiters
along
,
that
Doctor
Blimber
will
give
up
the
business
;
and
he
feels
a
soft
romantic
pleasure
in
looking
at
the
outside
of
the
house
,
and
thinking
that
the
Doctor
will
first
paint
it
,
and
put
it
into
thorough
repair
.
Mr.
Toots
is
likewise
roaming
up
and
down
,
outside
the
casket
that
contains
his
jewel
;
and
in
a
deplorable
condition
of
mind
,
and
not
unsuspected
by
the
police
,
gazes
at
a
window
where
he
sees
a
light
,
and
which
he
has
no
doubt
is
Florence
's
.
But
it
is
not
,
for
that
is
Mrs.
Skewton
's
room
;
and
while
Florence
,
sleeping
in
another
chamber
,
dreams
lovingly
,
in
the
midst
of
the
old
scenes
,
and
their
old
associations
live
again
,
the
figure
which
in
grim
reality
is
substituted
for
the
patient
boy
's
on
the
same
theatre
,
once
more
to
connect
it
—
but
how
differently
!
—
with
decay
and
death
,
is
stretched
there
,
wakeful
and
complaining
.
Ugly
and
haggard
it
lies
upon
its
bed
of
unrest
;
and
by
it
,
in
the
terror
of
her
unimpassioned
loveliness
—
for
it
has
terror
in
the
sufferer
's
failing
eyes
—
sits
Edith
.
What
do
the
waves
say
,
in
the
stillness
of
the
night
,
to
them
?
`
Edith
,
what
is
that
stone
arm
raised
to
strike
me
?
Do
n't
you
see
it
?
´
`
There
is
nothing
,
mother
,
but
your
fancy
.
´
`
But
my
fancy
!
Everything
is
my
fancy
.
Look
!
Is
it
possible
that
you
do
n't
see
it
?
´
`
Indeed
,
mother
,
there
is
nothing
.
Should
I
sit
unmoved
,
if
there
were
any
such
thing
there
?
´
`
Unmoved
?
´
looking
wildly
at
her
—
`
it
's
gone
now
—
and
why
are
you
so
unmoved
?
That
is
not
my
fancy
,
Edith
.
It
turns
me
cold
to
see
you
sitting
at
my
side
.
´
`
I
am
sorry
,
mother
.
´
`
Sorry
!
You
seem
always
sorry
.
But
it
is
not
for
me
!
´
With
that
,
she
cries
;
and
tossing
her
restless
head
from
side
to
side
upon
her
pillow
,
runs
on
about
neglect
,
and
the
mother
she
has
been
,
and
the
mother
the
good
old
creature
was
,
whom
they
met
,
and
the
cold
return
the
daughters
of
such
mothers
make
.
In
the
midst
of
her
incoherence
,
she
stops
,
looks
at
her
daughter
,
cries
out
that
her
wits
are
going
,
and
hides
her
face
upon
the
bed
.
Edith
,
in
compassion
,
bends
over
her
and
speaks
to
her
.
The
sick
old
woman
clutches
her
round
the
neck
,
and
says
,
with
a
look
of
horror
,
`
Edith
!
we
are
going
home
soon
;
going
back
.
You
mean
that
I
shall
go
home
again
?
´
`
Yes
,
mother
,
yes
.
´
`
And
what
he
said
—
what's-his-name
,
I
never
could
remember
names
—
Major
—
that
dreadful
word
,
when
we
came
away
—
it
's
not
true
?
Edith
!
´
with
a
shriek
and
a
stare
,
`
it
's
not
that
that
is
the
matter
with
me
.
´
Night
after
night
,
the
lights
burn
in
the
window
,
and
the
figure
lies
upon
the
bed
,
and
Edith
sits
beside
it
,
and
the
restless
waves
are
calling
to
them
both
the
whole
night
long
.
Night
after
night
,
the
waves
are
hoarse
with
repetition
of
their
mystery
;
the
dust
lies
piled
upon
the
shore
;
the
sea-birds
soar
and
hover
;
the
winds
and
clouds
are
on
their
trackless
flight
;
the
white
arms
beckon
,
in
the
moonlight
,
to
the
invisible
country
far
away
.
And
still
the
sick
old
woman
looks
into
the
corner
,
where
the
stone
arm
—
part
of
a
figure
of
some
tomb
,
she
says
—
is
raised
to
strike
her
.
At
last
it
falls
;
and
then
a
dumb
old
woman
lies
upon
the
bed
,
and
she
is
crooked
and
shrunk
up
,
and
half
of
her
is
dead
.
Such
is
the
figure
,
painted
and
patched
for
the
sun
to
mock
,
that
is
drawn
slowly
through
the
crowd
from
day
to
day
;
looking
,
as
it
goes
,
for
the
good
old
creature
who
was
such
a
mother
,
and
making
mouths
as
it
peers
among
the
crowd
in
vain
.
Such
is
the
figure
that
is
often
wheeled
down
to
the
margin
of
the
sea
,
and
stationed
there
;
but
on
which
no
wind
can
blow
freshness
,
and
for
which
the
murmur
of
the
ocean
has
no
soothing
word
.
She
lies
and
listens
to
it
by
the
hour
;
but
its
speech
is
dark
and
gloomy
to
her
,
and
a
dread
is
on
her
face
,
and
when
her
eyes
wander
over
the
expanse
,
they
see
but
a
broad
stretch
of
desolation
between
earth
and
heaven
.
Florence
she
seldom
sees
,
and
when
she
does
,
is
angry
with
and
mows
at
.
Edith
is
beside
her
always
,
and
keeps
Florence
away
;
and
Florence
,
in
her
bed
at
night
,
trembles
at
the
thought
of
death
in
such
a
shape
,
and
often
wakes
and
listens
,
thinking
it
has
come
.
No
one
attends
on
her
but
Edith
.
It
is
better
that
few
eyes
should
see
her
;
and
her
daughter
watches
alone
by
the
bedside
.
A
shadow
even
on
that
shadowed
face
,
a
sharpening
even
of
the
sharpened
features
,
and
a
thickening
of
the
veil
before
the
eyes
into
a
pall
that
shuts
out
the
dim
world
,
is
come
.
Her
wandering
hands
upon
the
coverlet
join
feebly
palm
to
palm
,
and
move
towards
her
daughter
;
and
a
voice
not
like
hers
,
not
like
any
voice
that
speaks
our
mortal
language
—
says
,
`
For
I
nursed
you
!
´
Edith
,
without
a
tear
,
kneels
down
to
bring
her
voice
closer
to
the
sinking
head
,
and
answers
:
`
Mother
,
can
you
hear
me
?
´
Staring
wide
,
she
tries
to
nod
in
answer
.
`
Can
you
recollect
the
night
before
I
married
?
´
The
head
is
motionless
,
but
it
expresses
somehow
that
she
does
.
`
I
told
you
then
I
forgave
your
part
in
it
,
and
prayed
God
to
forgive
my
own
.
I
told
you
that
the
past
was
at
an
end
between
us
.
I
say
so
now
,
again
.
Kiss
me
,
mother
.
´
Edith
touches
the
white
lips
,
and
for
a
moment
all
is
still
.
A
moment
afterwards
,
her
mother
,
with
her
girlish
laugh
,
and
the
skeleton
of
the
Cleopatra
manner
,
rises
in
her
bed
.
Draw
the
rose-coloured
curtains
.
There
is
something
else
upon
its
flight
besides
the
wind
and
clouds
.
Draw
the
rosecoloured
curtains
close
!
Intelligence
of
the
event
is
sent
to
Mr.
Dombey
in
town
,
who
waits
upon
Cousin
Feenix
(
not
yet
able
to
make
up
his
mind
for
Baden-Baden
)
,
who
has
just
received
it
too
.
A
goodnatured
creature
like
Cousin
Feenix
is
the
very
man
for
a
marriage
or
a
funeral
,
and
his
position
in
the
family
renders
it
right
that
he
should
be
consulted
.
`
Dombey
,
´
said
Cousin
Feenix
,
`
upon
my
soul
,
I
am
very
much
shocked
to
see
you
on
such
a
melancholy
occasion
.
My
poor
aunt
!
She
was
a
devilish
lively
woman
.
´
Mr.
Dombey
replies
,
`
Very
much
so
.
´
`
And
made
up
,
´
says
Cousin
Feenix
,
`
really
young
,
you
know
,
considering
.
I
am
sure
,
on
the
day
of
your
marriage
,
I
thought
she
was
good
for
another
twenty
years
.
In
point
of
fact
,
I
said
so
to
a
man
at
Brook
's
—
little
Billy
Joper
—
you
know
him
,
no
doubt
—
man
with
a
glass
in
his
eye
?
´
Mr.
Dombey
bows
a
negative
.
`
In
reference
to
the
obsequies
,
´
he
hints
,
`
whether
there
is
any
suggestion
—
—
´
`
Well
,
upon
my
life
,
´
says
Cousin
Feenix
,
stroking
his
chin
,
which
he
has
just
enough
of
hand
below
his
wristbands
to
do
;
`
I
really
do
n't
know
.
There
's
a
Mausoleum
down
at
my
place
,
in
the
park
,
but
I
'm
afraid
it
's
in
bad
repair
,
and
,
in
point
of
fact
,
in
a
devil
of
a
state
.
But
for
being
a
little
out
at
elbows
,
I
should
have
had
it
put
to
rights
;
but
I
believe
the
people
come
and
make
pic-nic
parties
there
inside
the
iron
railings
.
´
Mr.
Dombey
is
clear
that
this
wo
n't
do
.
`
There
's
an
uncommon
good
church
in
the
village
,
´
says
Cousin
Feenix
,
thoughtfully
;
`
pure
specimen
of
the
AngloNorman
style
,
and
admirably
well
sketched
too
by
Lady
Jane
Finchbury
—
woman
with
tight
stays
—
but
they
've
spoilt
it
with
whitewash
,
I
understand
,
and
it
's
a
long
journey
.
´
`
Perhaps
Brighton
itself
,
´
Mr.
Dombey
suggests
.
`
Upon
my
honour
,
Dombey
,
I
do
n't
think
we
could
do
better
,
´
says
Cousin
Feenix
.
`
It
's
on
the
spot
,
you
see
,
and
a
very
cheerful
place
.
´
`
And
when
,
´
hints
Mr.
Dombey
,
`
would
it
be
convenient
?
´
`
I
shall
make
a
point
,
´
says
Cousin
Feenix
,
`
of
pledging
myself
for
any
day
you
think
best
.
I
shall
have
great
pleasure
(
melancholy
pleasure
,
of
course
)
in
following
my
poor
aunt
to
the
confines
of
the
—
—
in
point
of
fact
,
to
the
grave
,
´
says
Cousin
Feenix
,
failing
in
the
other
turn
of
speech
.
`
Would
Monday
do
for
leaving
town
?
´
says
Mr.
Dombey
.
`
Monday
would
suit
me
to
perfection
,
´
replies
Cousin
Feenix
.
Therefore
Mr.
Dombey
arranges
to
take
Cousin
Feenix
down
on
that
day
,
and
presently
takes
his
leave
,
attended
to
the
stairs
by
Cousin
Feenix
,
who
says
,
at
parting
,
`
I
'm
really
excessively
sorry
,
Dombey
,
that
you
should
have
so
much
trouble
about
it
;
´
to
which
Mr.
Dombey
answers
,
`
Not
at
all
.
´
At
the
appointed
time
,
Cousin
Feenix
and
Mr.
Dombey
meet
,
and
go
down
to
Brighton
,
and
representing
,
in
their
two
selves
,
all
the
other
mourners
for
the
deceased
lady
's
loss
,
attend
her
remains
to
their
place
of
rest
.
Cousin
Feenix
,
sitting
in
the
mourning-coach
,
recognises
innumerable
acquaintances
on
the
road
,
but
takes
no
other
notice
of
them
,
in
decorum
,
than
checking
them
off
aloud
,
as
they
go
by
,
for
Mr.
Dombey
's
information
,
as
`
Tom
Johnson
.
Man
with
cork
leg
from
White
's
.
What
,
are
you
here
,
Tommy
?
Foley
on
a
blood
mare
.
The
Smalder
girls
'
—
and
so
forth
.
At
the
ceremony
Cousin
Feenix
is
depressed
,
observing
,
that
these
are
the
occasions
to
make
a
man
think
,
in
point
of
fact
,
that
he
is
getting
shaky
;
and
his
eyes
are
really
moistened
,
when
it
is
over
.
But
he
soon
recovers
;
and
so
do
the
rest
of
Mrs.
Skewton
's
relatives
and
friends
,
of
whom
the
Major
continually
tells
the
club
that
she
never
did
wrap
up
enough
;
while
the
young
lady
with
the
back
,
who
has
so
much
trouble
with
her
eyelids
,
says
,
with
a
little
scream
,
that
she
must
have
been
enormously
old
,
and
that
she
died
of
all
kinds
of
horrors
,
and
you
must
n't
mention
it
.
So
Edith
's
mother
lies
unmentioned
of
her
dear
friends
,
who
are
deaf
to
the
waves
that
are
hoarse
with
repetition
of
their
mystery
,
and
blind
to
the
dust
that
is
piled
upon
the
shore
,
and
to
the
white
arms
that
are
beckoning
,
in
the
moonlight
,
to
the
invisible
country
far
away
.
But
all
goes
on
,
as
it
was
wont
,
upon
the
margin
of
the
unknown
sea
;
and
edith
standing
there
alone
,
and
listening
to
its
waves
,
has
dank
weed
cast
up
at
her
feet
,
to
strew
her
path
in
life
withal
.
CHAPTER
XLII
Confidential
and
Accidental
ATTIRED
on
more
in
Captain
Cuttle
's
sable
and
slops
sou'wester
hat
,
but
dressed
in
a
substantial
suit
of
brown
livery
,
which
,
while
it
affected
to
be
a
very
sober
and
demure
livery
indeed
,
was
really
as
self-satisfied
and
confident
a
one
as
tailor
need
desire
to
make
,
Rob
the
Grinder
,
thus
transformed
as
to
his
outer
man
,
and
all
regardless
within
of
the
Captain
and
the
Midshipman
,
except
when
he
devoted
a
few
minutes
of
his
leisure
time
to
crowing
over
those
inseparable
worthies
,
and
recalling
,
with
much
applauding
music
from
that
brazen
instrument
,
his
conscience
,
the
triumphant
manner
in
which
he
had
disembarrassed
himself
of
their
company
,
now
served
his
patron
,
Mr.
Carker
.
Inmate
of
Mr.
Carker
's
house
,
and
serving
about
his
person
,
Rob
kept
his
round
eyes
on
the
white
teeth
with
fear
and
trembling
,
and
felt
that
he
had
need
to
open
them
wider
than
ever
.
He
could
not
have
quaked
more
,
through
his
whole
being
,
before
the
teeth
,
though
he
had
come
into
the
service
of
some
powerful
enchanter
,
and
they
had
been
his
strongest
spell
.
The
boy
had
a
sense
of
power
and
authority
in
this
patron
of
his
that
engrossed
his
whole
attention
and
exacted
his
most
implicit
submission
and
obedience
.
He
hardly
considered
himself
safe
in
thinking
about
him
when
he
was
absent
,
lest
he
should
feel
himself
immediately
taken
by
the
throat
again
,
as
on
the
morning
when
he
first
became
bound
to
him
,
and
should
see
every
one
of
the
teeth
finding
him
out
,
and
taking
him
with
every
fancy
of
his
mind
.
Face
to
face
with
him
,
Rob
had
no
more
doubt
that
Mr.
Carker
read
his
secret
thoughts
,
or
that
he
could
read
them
by
the
least
exertion
of
his
will
if
he
were
so
inclined
,
than
he
had
that
Mr.
Carker
saw
him
when
he
looked
at
him
.
The
ascendancy
was
so
complete
,
and
held
him
in
such
enthralment
,
that
,
hardly
daring
to
think
at
all
,
but
with
his
mind
filled
with
a
constantly
dilating
impression
of
his
patron
's
irresistible
command
over
him
,
and
power
of
doing
anything
with
him
,
he
would
stand
watching
his
pleasure
,
and
trying
to
anticipate
his
orders
,
in
a
state
of
mental
suspension
,
as
to
all
other
things
.
Rob
had
not
informed
himself
perhaps
—
in
his
then
state
of
mind
it
would
have
been
an
act
of
no
common
temerity
to
inquire
—
whether
he
yielded
so
completely
to
this
influence
in
any
part
,
because
he
had
floating
suspicions
of
his
patron
's
being
a
master
of
certain
treacherous
arts
in
which
he
had
himself
been
a
poor
scholar
at
the
Grinders
´
School
.
But
certainly
Rob
admired
him
,
as
well
as
feared
him
.
Mr.
Carker
,
perhaps
,
was
better
acquainted
with
the
sources
of
his
power
,
which
lost
nothing
by
his
management
of
it
.
On
the
very
night
when
he
left
the
Captain
's
service
,
Rob
,
after
disposing
of
his
pigeons
,
and
even
making
a
bad
bargain
in
his
hurry
,
had
gone
straight
down
to
Mr.
Carker
's
house
,
and
hotly
presented
himself
before
his
new
master
with
a
glowing
face
that
seemed
to
expect
commendation
.
`
What
,
scapegrace
!
´
said
Mr.
Carker
,
glancing
at
his
bundle
.
`
Have
you
left
your
situation
and
come
to
me
?
´
`
Oh
if
you
please
,
Sir
,
´
faltered
Rob
,
`
you
said
,
you
know
,
when
I
come
here
last
—
´
`
I
said
,
´
returned
Mr.
Carker
,
`
what
did
I
say
?
´
`
If
you
please
,
Sir
,
you
did
n't
say
nothing
at
all
,
Sir
,
´
returned
Rob
,
warned
by
the
manner
of
this
inquiry
,
and
very
much
disconcerted
.
His
patron
looked
at
him
with
a
wide
display
of
gums
,
and
shaking
his
forefinger
,
observed
:
`
You
'll
come
to
an
evil
end
,
my
vagabond
friend
,
I
foresee
.
There
's
ruin
in
store
for
you
.
´
`
Oh
if
you
please
,
do
n't
,
Sir
!
´
cried
Rob
,
with
his
legs
trembling
under
him
.
`
I
'm
sure
,
Sir
,
I
only
want
to
work
for
you
,
Sir
,
and
to
wait
upon
you
,
Sir
,
and
to
do
faithful
whatever
I
'm
bid
Sir
.
´
`
You
had
better
do
faithfully
whatever
you
are
bid
,
´
returned
his
patron
,
`
if
you
have
anything
to
do
with
me
.
´
`
Yes
,
I
know
that
,
Sir
,
´
pleaded
the
submissive
Rob
;
`
I
'm
sure
of
that
,
Sir
.
If
you
'll
only
be
so
good
as
try
me
,
Sir
!
And
if
ever
you
find
me
out
,
Sir
,
doing
anything
against
your
wishes
,
I
give
you
leave
to
kill
me
.
´
`
You
dog
!
´
said
Mr.
Carker
,
leaning
back
in
his
chair
,
and
smiling
at
him
serenely
.
`
That
's
nothing
to
what
I
'd
do
to
you
if
you
tried
to
deceive
me
.
´
`
Yes
,
Sir
,
´
replied
the
abject
Grinder
,
`
I
'm
sure
you
would
be
down
upon
me
dreadful
,
Sir
.
I
would
n't
attempt
for
to
go
and
do
it
,
Sir
,
not
if
I
was
bribed
with
golden
guineas
.
´
Thoroughly
checked
in
his
expectations
of
commendation
,
the
crestfallen
Grinder
stood
looking
at
his
patron
,
and
vainly
endeavouring
not
to
look
at
him
,
with
the
uneasiness
which
a
cur
will
often
manifest
in
a
similar
situation
.
`
So
you
have
left
your
old
service
,
and
come
here
to
ask
me
to
take
you
into
mine
,
eh
?
´
said
Mr.
Carker
.
`
Yes
,
if
you
please
,
Sir
,
´
returned
Rob
,
who
,
in
doing
so
,
had
acted
on
his
patron
's
own
instructions
,
but
dared
not
justify
himself
by
the
least
insinuation
to
that
effect
.
`
Well
!
´
said
Mr.
Carker
,
`
You
know
me
,
boy
?
´
`
Please
,
Sir
,
yes
,
Sir
,
´
returned
Rob
,
fumbling
with
his
hat
,
and
still
fixed
by
Mr.
Carker
's
eye
,
and
fruitlessly
endeavouring
to
unfix
himself
.
Mr.
Carker
nodded
.
`
Take
care
,
then
!
´
Rob
expressed
in
a
number
of
short
bows
his
lively
understanding
of
this
caution
,
and
was
bowing
himself
back
to
the
door
,
greatly
relieved
by
the
prospect
of
getting
on
the
outside
of
it
,
when
his
patron
stopped
him
.
`
Halloa
!
´
he
cried
,
calling
him
roughly
back
.
`
You
have
been
—
shut
that
door
.
´
Rob
obeyed
as
if
his
life
had
depended
on
his
alacrity
.
`
You
have
been
used
to
eaves-dropping
.
Do
you
know
what
that
means
?
´
`
Listening
,
Sir
?
´
Rob
hazarded
,
after
some
embarrassed
reflection
.
His
patron
nodded
.
`
And
watching
,
and
so
forth
.
´
`
I
would
n't
do
such
a
thing
here
,
Sir
,
´
answered
Rob
;
`
upon
my
word
and
honour
,
I
would
n't
,
Sir
,
I
wish
I
may
die
if
I
would
,
Sir
,
for
anything
that
could
be
promised
to
me
.
I
should
consider
it
is
as
much
as
all
the
world
was
worth
,
to
offer
to
do
such
a
thing
,
unless
I
was
ordered
,
Sir
.
´
`
You
had
better
not
.
You
have
been
used
,
too
,
to
babbling
and
tattling
,
´
said
his
patron
with
perfect
coolness
.
`
Beware
of
that
here
,
or
you
're
a
lost
rascal
,
'
and
he
smiled
again
,
and
again
cautioned
him
with
his
forefinger
.
The
Grinder
's
breath
came
short
and
thick
with
consternation
.
He
tried
to
protest
the
purity
of
his
intentions
,
but
could
only
stare
at
the
smiling
gentleman
in
a
stupor
of
submission
,
with
which
the
smiling
gentleman
seemed
well
enough
satisfied
,
for
he
ordered
him
down
stairs
,
after
observing
him
for
some
moments
in
silence
,
and
gave
him
to
understand
that
he
was
retained
in
his
employment
.
This
was
the
manner
of
Rob
the
Grinder
's
engagement
by
Mr.
Carker
,
and
his
awe-stricken
devotion
to
that
gentleman
had
strengthened
and
increased
,
if
possible
,
with
every
minute
of
his
service
.
It
was
a
service
of
some
months
´
duration
,
when
early
one
morning
,
Rob
opened
the
garden
gate
to
Mr.
Dombey
,
who
was
come
to
breakfast
with
his
master
,
by
appointment
.
At
the
same
moment
his
master
himself
came
,
hurrying
forth
to
receive
the
distinguished
guest
,
and
give
him
welcome
with
all
his
teeth
.
`
I
never
thought
,
´
said
Carker
,
when
he
had
assisted
him
to
alight
from
his
horse
,
`
to
see
you
here
,
I
'm
sure
.
This
is
an
extraordinary
day
in
my
calendar
.
No
occasion
is
very
special
to
a
man
like
you
,
who
may
do
anything
;
but
to
a
man
like
me
,
the
case
is
widely
different
.
´
`
You
have
a
tasteful
place
here
,
Carker
's
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
condescending
to
stop
upon
the
lawn
,
to
look
about
him
.
`
You
can
afford
to
say
so
,
´
returned
Carker
.
`
Thank
you
.
´
`
Indeed
,
´
said
Mr.
Dombey
,
in
his
lofty
patronage
,
`
any
one
might
say
so
.
As
far
as
it
goes
,
it
is
a
very
commodious
and
well-arranged
place
—
quite
elegant
.
´
`
As
far
as
it
goes
,
truly
,
´
