hedid
,
had
cut
a
slice
of
bread
from
the
loaf
,
and
put
it
on
his
hook
(
which
was
his
usual
toasting-fork
)
,
on
which
he
now
held
it
to
the
fire
;
looking
behind
Florence
with
great
emotion
in
his
face
,
and
suffering
the
bread
to
blaze
and
burn
like
fuel
.
`
Was
spared
,
´
repeated
Florence
,
`
and
—
—
?
´
`
And
come
home
in
that
ship
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
still
looking
in
the
same
direction
,
`
and
—
do
n't
be
frightened
,
pretty
—
and
landed
;
and
one
morning
come
cautiously
to
his
own
door
to
take
a
obserwation
,
knowing
that
his
friends
would
think
him
drownded
,
when
he
sheered
off
at
the
unexpected
—
—
´
`
At
the
unexpected
barking
of
a
dog
?
´
cried
Florence
quickly
.
`
Yes
,
´
roared
the
Captain
.
`
Steady
,
darling
!
courage
!
Do
n't
look
round
yet
.
See
there
!
upon
the
wall
!
´
There
was
the
shadow
of
a
man
upon
the
wall
close
to
her
.
She
started
up
,
looked
round
,
and
with
a
piercing
cry
,
saw
Walter
Gay
behind
her
!
She
had
no
thought
of
him
but
as
a
brother
,
a
brother
rescued
from
the
grave
;
a
shipwrecked
brother
saved
and
at
her
side
;
and
rushed
into
his
arms
.
In
all
the
world
,
he
seemed
to
be
her
hope
,
her
comfort
,
refuge
,
natural
protector
.
`
Take
care
of
Walter
,
I
was
fond
of
Walter
!
´
The
dear
remembrance
of
the
plaintive
voice
that
said
so
,
rushed
upon
her
soul
,
like
music
in
the
night
.
`
Oh
welcome
home
,
dear
Walter
!
Welcome
to
this
stricken
breast
!
´
She
felt
the
words
,
although
she
could
not
utter
them
,
and
held
him
in
her
pure
embrace
.
Captain
Cuttle
,
in
a
fit
of
delirium
,
attempted
to
wipe
his
head
with
the
blackened
toast
upon
his
hook
:
and
finding
it
an
uncongenial
substance
for
the
purpose
,
put
it
into
the
crown
of
his
glazed
hat
,
put
the
glazed
hat
on
with
some
difficulty
,
essayed
to
sing
a
verse
of
Lovely
Peg
,
broke
down
at
the
first
word
,
and
retired
into
the
shop
,
whence
he
presently
came
back
,
express
,
with
a
face
all
flushed
and
besmeared
,
and
the
starch
completely
taken
out
of
his
shirt-collar
,
to
say
these
words
:
`
Wal'r
,
my
lad
,
here
is
a
little
bit
of
property
as
I
should
wish
to
make
over
,
jintly
!
´
The
Captain
hastily
produced
the
big
watch
,
the
teaspoons
,
the
sugar-tongs
,
and
the
canister
,
and
laying
them
on
the
table
,
swept
them
with
his
great
hand
into
Walter
's
hat
;
but
in
handing
that
singular
strong
box
to
Walter
,
he
was
so
overcome
again
,
that
he
was
fain
to
make
another
retreat
into
the
shop
,
and
absent
himself
for
a
longer
space
of
time
than
on
his
first
retirement
.
But
Walter
sought
him
out
,
and
brought
him
back
;
and
then
the
Captain
's
great
apprehension
was
,
that
Florence
would
suffer
from
this
new
shock
.
He
felt
it
so
earnestly
,
that
he
turned
quite
rational
,
and
positively
interdicted
any
further
allusion
to
Walter
's
adventures
for
some
days
to
come
.
Captain
Cuttle
then
became
sufficiently
composed
to
relieve
himself
of
the
toast
in
his
hat
,
and
to
take
his
place
at
the
teaboard
;
but
finding
Walter
's
grasp
upon
his
shoulder
,
on
one
side
,
and
Florence
whispering
her
tearful
congratulations
on
the
other
,
the
Captain
suddenly
bolted
again
,
and
was
missing
for
a
good
ten
minutes
.
But
never
in
all
his
life
had
the
Captain
's
face
so
shone
and
glistened
,
as
when
,
at
last
,
he
sat
stationary
at
the
tea-board
,
looking
from
Florence
to
Walter
,
and
from
Walter
to
Florence
.
Nor
was
this
effect
produced
or
at
all
heightened
by
the
immense
quantity
of
polishing
he
had
administered
to
his
face
with
his
coat-sleeve
during
the
last
half-hour
.
It
was
solely
the
effect
of
his
internal
emotions
.
There
was
a
glory
and
delight
within
the
Captain
that
spread
itself
over
his
whole
visage
,
and
made
a
perfect
illumination
there
.
The
Pride
with
which
the
Captain
looked
upon
the
bronzed
cheek
and
the
courageous
eyes
of
his
recovered
boy
;
with
which
he
saw
the
generous
fervour
of
his
youth
,
and
all
its
frank
and
hopeful
qualities
,
shining
once
more
,
in
the
fresh
,
wholesome
manner
,
and
the
ardent
face
,
would
have
kindled
something
of
this
light
in
his
countenance
.
The
admiration
and
sympathy
with
which
he
turned
his
eyes
on
Florence
,
whose
beauty
,
grace
,
and
innocence
could
have
won
no
truer
or
more
zealous
champion
than
himself
,
would
have
had
an
equal
influence
upon
him
.
But
the
fulness
of
the
glow
he
shed
around
him
could
only
have
been
engendered
in
his
contemplation
of
the
two
together
,
and
in
all
the
fancies
springing
out
of
that
association
,
that
came
sparkling
and
beaming
into
his
head
,
and
danced
about
it
.
How
they
talked
of
poor
old
Uncle
Sol
,
and
dwelt
on
every
little
circumstance
relating
to
his
disappearance
;
how
their
joy
was
moderated
by
the
old
man
's
absence
and
by
the
misfortunes
of
Florence
;
how
they
released
Diogenes
,
whom
the
Captain
had
decoyed
upstairs
some
time
before
,
lest
he
should
bark
again
;
the
Captain
,
though
he
was
in
one
continual
flutter
,
and
made
many
more
short
plunges
into
the
shop
,
fully
comprehended
.
But
he
no
more
dreamed
that
Walter
looked
on
Florence
,
as
it
were
,
from
a
new
and
far-off
place
;
that
while
his
eyes
often
sought
the
lovely
face
,
they
seldom
met
its
open
glance
of
sisterly
affection
,
but
withdrew
themselves
when
hers
were
raised
towards
him
;
than
be
believed
that
it
was
Walter
's
ghost
who
sat
beside
him
.
He
saw
them
there
together
in
their
youth
and
beauty
,
and
he
knew
the
story
of
their
younger
days
,
and
he
had
no
inch
of
room
beneath
his
great
blue
waistcoat
for
anything
save
admiration
of
such
a
pair
,
and
gratitude
for
their
being
reunited
.
They
sat
thus
,
until
it
grew
late
.
The
Captain
would
have
been
content
to
sit
so
for
a
week
.
But
Walter
rose
,
to
take
leave
for
the
night
.
`
Going
,
Walter
!
´
said
Florence
.
`
Where
?
´
`
He
slings
his
hammock
for
the
present
,
lady
lass
,
´
said
Captain
Cuttle
,
`
round
at
Brogley
's
.
Within
hail
,
Heart
's
Delight
.
´
`
I
am
the
cause
of
your
going
away
,
Walter
,
´
said
Florence
.
`
There
is
a
houseless
sister
in
your
place
.
´
`
Dear
Miss
Dombey
,
´
replied
Walter
,
hesitating
—
`
if
it
is
not
too
bold
to
call
you
so
!
—
´
`
—
Walter
!
´
she
exclaimed
,
surprised
.
`
If
anything
could
make
me
happier
in
being
allowed
to
see
and
speak
to
you
,
would
it
not
be
the
discovery
that
I
had
any
means
on
earth
of
doing
you
a
moment
's
service
!
Where
would
I
not
go
,
what
would
I
not
do
for
your
sake
?
´
She
smiled
,
and
called
him
brother
.
`
You
are
so
changed
,
´
said
Walter
—
`
I
changed
!
´
she
interrupted
.
`
To
me
,
´
said
Walter
,
softly
,
as
if
he
were
thinking
aloud
,
`
changed
to
me
.
I
left
you
such
a
child
,
and
find
you
—
oh
!
something
so
different
—
´
`
But
your
sister
,
Walter
.
You
have
not
forgotten
what
we
promised
to
each
other
,
when
we
parted
?
´
`
Forgotten
!
´
But
he
said
no
more
.
`
And
if
you
had
—
if
suffering
and
danger
had
driven
it
from
your
thoughts
—
which
it
has
not
—
you
would
remember
it
now
,
Walter
,
when
you
find
me
poor
and
abandoned
,
with
no
home
but
this
,
and
no
friends
but
the
two
who
hear
me
speak
!
´
`
I
would
!
Heaven
knows
I
would
!
´
said
Walter
.
`
Oh
,
Walter
,
´
exclaimed
Florence
,
through
her
sobs
and
tears
.
`
Dear
brother
!
Show
me
some
way
through
the
world
—
some
humble
path
that
I
may
take
alone
,
and
labour
in
,
and
sometimes
think
of
you
as
one
who
will
protect
and
care
for
me
as
for
a
sister
!
Oh
,
help
me
,
Walter
,
for
I
need
help
so
much
!
´
`
Miss
Dombey
!
Florence
!
I
would
die
to
help
you
.
But
your
friends
are
proud
and
rich
.
Your
father
—
—
´
`
No
,
no
!
Walter
!
´
She
shrieked
,
and
put
her
hands
up
to
her
head
,
in
an
attitude
of
terror
that
transfixed
him
where
he
stood
.
`
Do
n't
say
that
word
!
´
He
never
,
from
that
hour
,
forgot
the
voice
and
look
with
which
she
stopped
him
at
the
name
.
He
felt
that
if
he
were
to
live
a
hundred
years
,
he
never
could
forget
it
.
Somewhere
—
anywhere
—
but
never
home
!
All
past
,
all
gone
,
all
lost
,
and
broken
up
!
The
whole
history
of
her
untold
slight
and
suffering
was
in
the
cry
and
look
;
and
he
felt
he
never
could
forget
it
,
and
he
never
did
.
She
laid
her
gentle
face
upon
the
Captain
's
shoulder
,
and
related
how
and
why
she
had
fled
.
If
every
sorrowing
tear
she
shed
in
doing
so
,
had
been
a
curse
upon
the
head
of
him
she
never
named
or
blamed
,
it
would
have
been
better
for
him
,
Walter
thought
,
with
awe
,
than
to
be
renounced
out
of
such
a
strength
and
might
of
love
.
`
There
,
precious
!
´
said
the
Captain
,
when
she
ceased
;
and
deep
attention
the
Captain
had
paid
to
her
while
she
spoke
;
listening
,
with
his
glazed
hat
all
awry
and
his
mouth
wide
open
.
`
Awast
,
awast
,
my
eyes
!
Wal'r
,
dear
lad
,
sheer
off
for
to-night
,
and
leave
the
pretty
one
to
me
!
´
Walter
took
her
hand
in
both
of
his
,
and
put
it
to
his
lips
,
and
kissed
it
.
He
knew
now
that
she
was
,
indeed
,
a
homeless
wandering
fugitive
;
but
,
richer
to
him
so
,
than
in
all
the
wealth
and
pride
of
her
right
station
,
she
seemed
farther
off
than
even
on
the
height
that
had
made
him
giddy
in
his
boyish
dreams
.
Captain
Cuttle
,
perplexed
by
no
such
meditations
,
guarded
Florence
to
her
room
,
and
watched
at
intervals
upon
the
charmed
ground
outside
her
door
—
for
such
it
truly
was
to
him
—
until
he
felt
sufficiently
easy
in
his
mind
about
her
,
to
turn
in
under
the
counter
.
On
abandoning
his
watch
for
that
purpose
,
he
could
not
help
calling
once
,
rapturously
,
through
the
keyhole
,
`
Drownded
.
A
n't
he
,
pretty
?
'
—
or
,
when
he
got
down
stairs
,
making
another
trial
at
that
verse
of
Lovely
Peg
.
But
it
stuck
in
his
throat
somehow
,
and
he
could
make
nothing
of
it
;
so
he
went
to
bed
,
and
dreamed
that
old
Sol
Gills
was
married
to
Mrs.
MacStinger
,
and
kept
prisoner
by
that
lady
in
a
secret
chamber
on
a
short
allowance
of
victuals
.
CHAPTER
L
Mr.
Toots
's
Complaint
THERE
was
an
empty
room
above-stairs
at
the
Wooden
Midshipman
's
,
which
,
in
days
of
yore
,
had
been
Walter
's
bedroom
.
Walter
,
rousing
up
the
Captain
betimes
in
the
morning
,
proposed
that
they
should
carry
thither
such
furniture
out
of
the
little
parlour
as
would
grace
it
best
,
so
that
Florence
might
take
possession
of
it
when
she
rose
.
As
nothing
could
be
more
agreeable
to
Captain
Cuttle
than
making
himself
very
red
and
short
of
breath
in
such
a
cause
,
he
turned
to
(
as
he
himself
said
)
with
a
will
;
and
,
in
a
couple
of
hours
,
this
garret
was
transformed
into
a
species
of
land-cabin
,
adorned
with
all
the
choicest
moveables
out
of
the
parlour
,
inclusive
even
of
the
Tartar
frigate
,
which
the
Captain
hung
up
over
the
chimneypiece
with
such
extreme
delight
,
that
he
could
do
nothing
for
half-an-hour
afterwards
but
walk
backward
from
it
,
lost
in
admiration
.
The
Captain
could
be
induced
by
no
persuasion
of
Walter
's
to
wind
up
the
big
watch
,
or
to
take
back
the
canister
,
or
to
touch
the
sugar-tongs
and
teaspoons
.
`
No
,
no
,
my
lad
,
´
was
the
Captain
's
invariable
reply
to
any
solicitation
of
the
kind
,
`
I
've
made
that
there
little
property
over
,
jintly
.
´
These
words
he
repeated
with
great
unction
and
gravity
,
evidently
believing
that
they
had
the
virtue
of
an
Act
of
Parliament
,
and
that
unless
he
committed
himself
by
some
new
admission
of
ownership
,
no
flaw
could
be
found
in
such
a
form
of
conveyance
.
It
was
an
advantage
of
the
new
arrangement
,
that
besides
the
greater
seclusion
it
afforded
Florence
,
it
admitted
of
the
Midshipman
being
restored
to
his
usual
post
of
observation
,
and
also
of
the
shop
shutters
being
taken
down
.
The
latter
ceremony
,
however
little
importance
the
unconscious
Captain
attached
to
it
,
was
not
wholly
superfluous
;
for
,
on
the
previous
day
,
so
much
excitement
had
been
occasioned
in
the
neighbourhood
,
by
the
shutters
remaining
unopened
,
that
the
Instrument-maker
's
house
had
been
honoured
with
an
unusual
share
of
public
observation
,
and
had
been
intently
stared
at
from
the
opposite
side
of
the
way
,
by
groups
of
hungry
gazers
,
at
any
time
between
sunrise
and
sunset
.
The
idlers
and
vagabonds
had
been
particularly
interested
in
the
Captain
's
fate
;
constantly
grovelling
in
the
mud
to
apply
their
eyes
to
the
cellar-grating
,
under
the
shop-window
,
and
delighting
their
imaginations
with
the
fancy
that
they
could
see
a
piece
of
his
coat
as
he
hung
in
a
corner
;
though
this
settlement
of
him
was
stoutly
disputed
by
an
opposite
faction
,
who
were
of
opinion
that
he
lay
murdered
with
a
hammer
,
on
the
stairs
.
It
was
not
without
exciting
some
discontent
,
therefore
,
that
the
subject
of
these
rumours
was
seen
early
in
the
morning
standing
at
his
shop-door
as
hale
and
hearty
as
if
nothing
had
happened
;
and
the
beadle
of
that
quarter
,
a
man
of
an
ambitious
character
,
who
had
expected
to
have
the
distinction
of
being
present
at
the
breaking
open
of
the
door
,
and
of
giving
evidence
in
full
uniform
before
the
corner
,
went
so
far
as
to
say
to
an
opposite
neighbour
,
that
the
chap
in
the
glazed
hat
had
better
not
try
it
on
there
—
without
more
particularly
mentioning
what
—
and
further
,
that
he
,
the
Beadle
,
would
keep
his
eye
upon
him
.
`
Captain
Cuttle
,
´
said
Walter
,
musing
,
when
they
stood
resting
from
their
labours
at
the
shop-door
,
looking
down
the
old
familiar
street
;
it
being
still
early
in
the
morning
;
`
nothing
at
all
of
Uncle
Sol
,
in
all
that
time
!
´
`
Nothing
at
all
,
my
lad
,
´
replied
the
Captain
,
shaking
his
head
.
`
Gone
in
search
of
me
,
dear
,
kind
old
man
,
´
said
Walter
:
`
yet
never
write
to
you
!
But
why
not
?
He
says
,
in
effect
,
in
this
packet
that
you
gave
me
,
´
taking
the
paper
from
his
pocket
,
which
had
been
opened
in
the
presence
of
the
enlightened
Bunsby
,
`
that
if
you
never
hear
from
him
before
opening
it
,
you
may
believe
him
dead
.
Heaven
forbid
!
But
you
would
have
heard
of
him
,
even
if
he
were
dead
!
Some
one
would
have
written
,
surely
,
by
his
desire
,
if
he
could
not
;
and
have
said
,
“
on
such
a
day
,
there
died
in
my
house
,
”
or
“
under
my
care
,
”
or
so
forth
,
“
Mr.
Solomon
Gills
of
London
,
who
left
this
last
remembrance
and
this
last
request
to
you
.
”
´
The
Captain
,
who
had
never
climbed
to
such
a
clear
height
of
probability
before
,
was
greatly
impressed
by
the
wide
prospect
it
opened
,
and
answered
,
with
a
thoughtful
shake
of
his
head
,
`
Well
said
,
my
lad
;
wery
well
said
.
´
`
I
have
been
thinking
of
this
,
or
,
at
least
,
´
said
Walter
,
colouring
,
`
I
have
been
thinking
of
one
thing
and
another
,
all
through
a
sleepless
night
,
and
I
cannot
believe
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
but
that
my
Uncle
Sol
(
Lord
bless
him
!
)
is
alive
,
and
will
return
.
I
do
n't
so
much
wonder
at
his
going
away
,
because
,
leaving
out
of
consideration
that
spice
of
the
marvellous
which
was
always
in
his
character
,
and
his
great
affection
for
me
,
before
which
every
other
consideration
of
his
life
became
nothing
,
as
no
one
ought
to
know
so
well
as
I
who
had
the
best
of
fathers
in
him
,
'
—
Walter
's
voice
was
indistinct
and
husky
here
,
and
he
looked
away
,
along
the
street
,
—
`
leaving
that
out
of
consideration
,
I
say
,
I
have
often
read
and
heard
of
people
who
,
having
some
near
and
dear
relative
,
who
was
supposed
to
be
shipwrecked
at
sea
,
have
gone
down
to
live
on
that
part
of
the
sea-shore
where
any
tidings
of
the
missing
ship
might
be
expected
to
arrive
,
though
only
an
hour
or
two
sooner
than
elsewhere
,
or
have
even
gone
upon
her
track
to
the
place
whither
she
was
bound
,
as
if
their
going
would
create
intelligence
.
I
think
I
should
do
such
a
thing
myself
,
as
soon
as
another
,
or
sooner
than
many
,
perhaps
.
But
why
my
uncle
should
n't
write
to
you
,
when
he
so
clearly
intended
to
do
so
,
or
how
he
should
die
abroad
,
and
you
not
know
it
through
some
other
hand
,
I
cannot
make
out
.
´
Captain
Cuttle
observed
,
with
a
shake
of
his
head
,
that
Jack
Bunsby
himself
had
n't
made
it
out
,
and
that
he
was
a
man
as
could
give
a
pretty
taut
opinion
too
.
`
If
my
uncle
had
been
a
heedless
young
man
,
likely
to
be
entrapped
by
jovial
company
to
some
drinking-place
,
where
he
was
to
be
got
rid
of
for
the
sake
of
what
money
he
might
have
about
him
,
´
said
Walter
;
`
or
if
he
had
been
a
reckless
sailor
,
going
ashore
with
two
or
three
months
´
pay
in
his
pocket
,
I
could
understand
his
disappearing
,
and
leaving
no
trace
behind
.
But
,
being
what
he
was
—
and
is
,
I
hope
—
I
ca
n't
believe
it
.
´
`
Wal'r
,
my
lad
,
´
inquired
the
Captain
wistfully
eyeing
him
as
he
pondered
and
pondered
,
`
What
do
you
make
of
it
,
then
?
´
`
Captain
Cuttle
,
´
returned
Walter
,
`
I
do
n't
know
what
to
make
of
it
.
I
suppose
he
never
has
written
!
There
is
no
doubt
about
that
?
´
`
If
so
be
as
Sol
Gills
wrote
,
my
lad
,
´
replied
the
Captain
,
argumentatively
,
`
where
's
his
dispatch
?
´
`
Say
that
he
intrusted
it
to
some
private
hand
,
´
suggested
Walter
,
`
and
that
it
has
been
forgotten
,
or
carelessly
thrown
aside
,
or
lost
.
Even
that
is
more
probable
to
me
,
than
the
other
event
.
In
short
,
I
not
only
cannot
bear
to
contemplate
that
other
event
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
but
I
ca
n't
,
and
wo
n't
.
´
`
Hope
,
you
see
,
Wal'r
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
sagely
,
`
Hope
.
It
's
that
as
animates
you
.
Hope
is
a
buoy
,
for
which
you
overhaul
your
Little
Warbler
,
sentimental
diwision
,
but
Lord
,
my
lad
,
like
any
other
buoy
,
it
only
floats
;
it
ca
n't
be
steered
nowhere
.
Along
with
the
figure-head
of
Hope
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
`
there
's
a
anchor
;
but
what
's
the
good
of
my
having
a
anchor
,
if
I
ca
n't
find
no
bottom
to
let
it
go
in
?
´
Captain
Cuttle
said
this
rather
in
his
character
of
a
sagacious
citizen
and
householder
,
bound
to
impart
a
morsel
from
his
stores
of
wisdom
,
to
an
inexperienced
youth
,
than
in
his
own
proper
person
.
Indeed
,
his
face
was
quite
luminous
as
he
spoke
,
with
new
hope
,
caught
from
Walter
;
and
he
appropriately
concluded
by
slapping
him
on
the
back
;
and
saying
,
with
enthusiasm
,
`
Hooroar
,
my
lad
!
Indiwidually
,
I
'm
o
´
your
opinion
.
´
Walter
,
with
his
cheerful
laugh
,
returned
the
salutation
,
and
said
:
`
Only
one
word
more
about
my
uncle
at
present
,
Captain
Cuttle
.
I
suppose
it
is
impossible
that
he
can
have
written
in
the
ordinary
course
—
by
mail
packet
,
or
ship
letter
,
you
understand
—
´
`
Aye
,
aye
,
my
lad
,
´
said
the
Captain
approvingly
.
`
—
And
that
you
have
missed
the
letter
any
how
?
´
`
Why
,
Wal'r
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
turning
his
eyes
upon
him
with
a
faint
approach
to
a
severe
expression
,
`
a
n't
I
been
on
the
look
out
for
any
tidings
of
that
man
o
´
science
,
old
Sol
Gills
,
your
uncle
,
day
and
night
,
ever
since
I
lost
him
?
'
A
n't
my
heart
been
heavy
and
watchful
always
,
along
of
him
and
you
?
Sleeping
and
waking
,
a
n't
I
been
upon
my
post
,
and
would
n't
I
scorn
to
quit
it
while
this
here
Midshipman
held
together
!
´
`
Yes
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
´
replied
Walter
,
grasping
his
hand
,
`
I
know
you
would
,
and
I
know
how
faithful
and
earnest
all
you
say
and
feel
is
.
I
am
sure
of
it
.
You
do
n't
doubt
that
I
am
as
sure
of
it
as
I
am
that
my
foot
is
again
upon
this
door-step
or
that
I
again
have
hold
of
this
true
hand
.
Do
you
?
´
`
No
,
no
,
Wal'r
,
´
returned
the
Captain
,
with
his
beaming
face
.
`
I
'll
hazard
no
more
conjectures
,
´
said
Walter
,
fervently
shaking
the
hard
hand
of
the
Captain
,
who
shook
his
with
no
less
good-will
.
`
All
I
will
add
is
,
Heaven
forbid
that
I
should
touch
my
uncle
's
possessions
,
Captain
Cuttle
!
Everything
that
he
left
here
,
shall
remain
in
the
care
of
the
truest
of
stewards
and
kindest
of
men
—
and
if
his
name
is
not
Cuttle
,
he
has
no
name
!
Now
,
best
of
friends
,
about
—
Miss
Dombey
.
´
There
was
a
change
in
Walter
's
manner
,
as
he
came
to
these
two
words
;
and
when
he
uttered
them
,
all
his
confidence
and
cheerfulness
appeared
to
have
deserted
him
.
`
I
thought
,
before
Miss
Dombey
stopped
me
when
I
spoke
of
her
father
last
night
,
'
said
Walter
,
`
—
you
remember
how
?
´
The
Captain
well
remembered
,
and
shook
his
head
.
`
I
thought
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
before
that
,
that
we
had
but
one
hard
duty
to
perform
,
and
that
it
was
,
to
prevail
upon
her
to
communicate
with
her
friends
,
and
to
return
home
.
´
The
Captain
muttered
a
feeble
`
Awast
!
´
or
a
`
Stand
by
!
´
or
something
or
other
,
equally
pertinent
to
the
occasion
;
but
it
was
rendered
so
extremely
feeble
by
the
total
discomfiture
with
which
he
received
this
announcement
,
that
what
it
was
,
is
mere
matter
of
conjecture
.
`
But
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
that
is
over
.
I
think
so
no
longer
.
I
would
sooner
be
put
back
again
upon
that
piece
of
wreck
,
on
which
I
have
so
often
floated
,
since
my
preservation
,
in
my
dreams
,
and
there
left
to
drift
,
and
drive
,
and
die
!
´
`
Hooroar
,
my
lad
!
´
exclaimed
the
Captain
,
in
a
burst
of
uncontrollable
satisfaction
.
`
Hooroar
!
hooroar
!
hooroar
!
´
`
To
think
that
she
,
so
young
,
so
good
,
and
beautiful
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
so
delicately
brought
up
,
and
born
to
such
a
different
fortune
,
should
strive
with
the
rough
world
!
But
we
have
seen
the
gulf
that
cuts
off
all
behind
her
,
though
no
one
but
herself
can
know
how
deep
it
is
;
and
there
is
no
return
.
´
Captain
Cuttle
,
without
quite
understanding
this
,
greatly
approved
of
it
,
and
observed
in
a
tone
of
strong
corroboration
,
that
the
wind
was
quite
abaft
.
`
She
ought
not
to
be
alone
here
;
ought
she
,
Captain
Cuttle
?
´
said
Walter
,
anxiously
.
`
Well
,
my
lad
,
´
replied
the
Captain
,
after
a
little
sagacious
consideration
.
`
I
do
n't
know
.
You
being
here
to
keep
her
company
,
you
see
,
and
you
two
being
jintly
—
—
´
`
Dear
Captain
Cuttle
!
´
remonstrated
Walter
.
`
I
being
here
!
Miss
Dombey
,
in
her
guileless
innocent
heart
,
regards
me
as
her
adopted
brother
;
but
what
would
the
guile
and
guilt
of
my
heart
be
,
if
I
pretended
to
believe
that
I
had
any
right
to
approach
her
,
familiarly
,
in
that
character
—
if
I
pretended
to
forget
that
I
am
bound
,
in
honour
,
not
to
do
it
?
´
`
Wal'r
,
my
lad
,
´
hinted
the
Captain
,
with
some
revival
of
his
discomfiture
,
`
a
n't
there
no
other
character
as
—
—
´
`
Oh
!
´
returned
Walter
,
`
would
you
have
me
die
in
her
esteem
—
in
such
esteem
as
hers
—
and
put
a
veil
between
myself
and
her
angel
's
face
for
ever
,
by
taking
advantage
of
her
being
here
for
refuge
,
so
trusting
and
so
unprotected
,
to
endeavour
to
exalt
myself
into
her
lover
?
What
do
I
say
?
There
is
no
one
in
the
world
who
would
be
more
opposed
to
me
if
I
could
do
so
,
than
you
.
´
`
Wal'r
,
my
lad
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
drooping
more
and
more
,
`
prowiding
as
there
is
any
just
cause
or
impediment
why
two
persons
should
not
be
jined
together
in
the
house
of
bondage
,
for
which
you
'll
overhaul
the
place
and
make
a
note
,
I
hope
I
should
declare
it
as
promised
and
wowed
in
the
banns
.
So
there
a
n't
no
other
character
;
a
n't
there
,
my
lad
?
´
Walter
briskly
waved
his
hand
in
the
negative
.
`
Well
,
my
lad
,
´
growled
the
Captain
slowly
,
`
I
wo
n't
deny
but
what
I
find
myself
wery
much
down
by
the
head
,
along
o'this
here
,
or
but
what
I
've
gone
clean
about
.
But
as
to
Lady-lass
,
Wal'r
,
mind
you
,
wot
's
respect
and
duty
to
her
is
respect
and
duty
in
my
articles
,
howsumiver
disapinting
;
and
therefore
I
follows
in
your
wake
,
my
lad
,
and
feel
as
you
are
,
no
doubt
,
acting
up
to
yourself
.
And
there
a
n't
no
other
character
,
a
n't
there
?
´
said
the
Captain
,
musing
over
the
ruins
of
his
fallen
castle
with
a
very
despondent
face
.
`
Now
,
Captain
Cuttle
,
´
said
Walter
,
starting
a
fresh
point
with
a
gayer
air
,
to
cheer
the
Captain
up
—
but
nothing
could
do
that
;
he
was
too
much
concerned
—
`
I
think
we
should
exert
ourselves
to
find
some
one
who
would
be
a
proper
attendant
for
Miss
Dombey
while
she
remains
here
,
and
who
may
be
trusted
.
None
of
her
relations
may
.
It
's
clear
Miss
Dombey
feels
that
they
are
all
subservient
to
her
father
.
What
has
become
of
Susan
?
´
`
The
young
woman
?
´
returned
the
Captain
.
`
It
's
my
belief
as
she
was
sent
away
again
the
will
of
Heart
's
Delight
.
I
made
a
signal
for
her
when
Lady-lass
first
come
,
and
she
rated
of
her
wery
high
,
and
said
she
had
been
gone
a
long
time
.
´
`
Then
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
do
you
ask
Miss
Dombey
where
she
's
gone
,
and
we
'll
try
to
find
her
.
The
morning
's
getting
on
,
and
Miss
Dombey
will
soon
be
rising
.
You
are
her
best
friend
.
Wait
for
her
up
stairs
,
and
leave
me
to
take
care
of
all
down
here
.
´
The
Captain
,
very
crest-fallen
indeed
,
echoed
the
sigh
with
which
Walter
said
this
,
and
complied
.
Florence
was
delighted
with
her
new
room
,
anxious
to
see
Walter
,
and
overjoyed
at
the
prospect
of
greeting
her
old
friend
Susan
.
But
Florence
could
not
say
where
Susan
was
gone
,
except
that
it
was
in
Essex
,
and
no
one
could
say
,
she
remembered
,
unless
it
were
Mr.
Toots
.
With
this
information
the
melancholy
Captain
returned
to
Walter
,
and
gave
him
to
understand
that
Mr.
Toots
was
the
young
gentleman
whom
he
had
encountered
on
the
door-step
,
and
that
he
was
a
friend
of
his
,
and
that
he
was
a
young
gentleman
of
property
,
and
that
he
hopelessly
adored
Miss
Dombey
.
The
Captain
also
related
how
the
intelligence
of
Walter
's
supposed
fate
had
first
made
him
acquainted
with
Mr.
Toots
,
and
how
there
was
solemn
treaty
and
compact
between
them
,
that
Mr.
Toots
should
be
mute
upon
the
subject
of
his
love
.
The
question
then
was
,
whether
Florence
could
trust
Mr.
Toots
;
and
Florence
saying
,
with
a
smile
,
`
Oh
,
yes
,
with
her
whole
heart
!
´
it
became
important
to
find
out
where
Mr.
Toots
lived
.
This
Florence
did
n't
know
,
and
the
Captain
had
forgotten
;
and
the
Captain
was
telling
Walter
,
in
the
little
parlour
,
that
Mr.
Toots
was
sure
to
be
there
soon
,
when
in
came
Mr.
Toots
himself
.
`
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
rushing
into
the
parlour
without
any
ceremony
,
`
I
'm
in
a
state
of
mind
bordering
on
distraction
!
´
Mr.
Toots
had
discharged
those
words
,
as
from
a
mortar
,
before
he
observed
Walter
,
whom
he
recognised
with
what
may
be
described
as
a
chuckle
of
misery
.
`
You
'll
excuse
me
,
Sir
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
holding
his
forehead
,
`
but
I
'm
at
present
in
that
state
that
my
brain
is
going
,
if
not
gone
,
and
anything
approaching
to
politeness
in
an
individual
so
situated
would
be
a
hollow
mockery
.
Captain
Gills
,
I
beg
to
request
the
favour
of
a
private
interview
.
´
`
Why
,
Brother
,
´
returned
the
Captain
,
taking
him
by
the
hand
,
`
you
are
the
man
as
we
was
on
the
look-out
for
.
´
`
Oh
,
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
what
a
look-out
that
must
be
,
of
which
I
am
the
object
!
I
have
n't
dared
to
shave
,
I
'm
in
that
rash
state
.
I
have
n't
had
my
clothes
brushed
.
My
hair
is
mattered
together
.
I
told
the
Chicken
that
if
he
offered
to
clean
my
boots
,
I
'd
stretch
him
a
corpse
before
me
!
´
All
these
indications
of
a
disordered
mind
were
verified
in
Mr.
Toots
's
appearance
,
which
was
wild
and
savage
.
`
See
here
,
Brother
,
´
said
the
Captain
.
`
This
here
's
old
Sol
Gills
's
nevy
Wal'r
.
Him
as
was
supposed
to
have
perished
at
sea
.
´
Mr.
Toots
took
his
hand
from
his
forehead
,
and
stared
at
Walter
.
`
Good
gracious
me
!
´
stammered
Mr.
Toots
.
`
What
a
complication
of
misery
!
How-de-do
?
I
—
I
—
I
'm
afraid
you
must
have
got
very
wet
.
Captain
Gills
,
will
you
allow
me
a
word
in
the
shop
?
´
He
took
the
Captain
by
the
coat
,
and
going
out
with
him
whispered
:
`
That
then
,
Captain
Gills
,
is
the
party
you
spoke
of
,
when
you
said
that
he
and
Miss
Dombey
were
made
for
one
another
?
´
`
Why
,
aye
,
my
lad
,
´
replied
the
disconsolate
Captain
;
`
I
was
of
that
mind
once
.
´
`
And
at
this
time
!
´
exclaimed
Mr.
Toots
,
with
his
hand
to
his
forehead
again
.
`
Of
all
others
!
—
a
hated
rival
!
At
least
,
he
a
n't
a
hated
rival
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
stopping
short
,
on
second
thoughts
,
and
taking
away
his
hand
;
`
what
should
I
hate
him
for
?
No.
If
my
affection
has
been
truly
disinterested
,
Captain
Gills
,
let
me
prove
it
now
!
´
Mr.
Toots
shot
back
abruptly
into
the
parlour
,
and
said
,
wringing
Walter
by
the
hand
:
`
How-de-do
?
I
hope
you
did
n't
take
any
cold
.
I
—
I
shall
be
very
glad
if
you
'll
give
me
the
pleasure
of
your
acquaintance
.
I
wish
you
many
happy
returns
of
the
day
.
Upon
my
word
and
honour
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
warming
as
he
became
better
acquainted
with
Walter
's
face
and
figure
,
`
I
'm
very
glad
to
see
you
!
´
`
Thank
you
,
heartily
,
´
said
Walter
.
`
I
could
n't
desire
a
more
genuine
and
genial
welcome
.
´
`
Could
n't
you
,
though
?
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
still
shaking
his
hand
.
`
It
's
very
kind
of
you
.
I
'm
much
obliged
to
you
.
How-de-do
?
I
hope
you
left
everybody
quite
well
over
the
—
that
is
,
upon
the
—
I
mean
wherever
you
came
from
last
,
you
know
.
´
All
these
good
wishes
,
and
better
intentions
,
Walter
responded
to
manfully
.
`
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
I
should
wish
to
be
strictly
honourable
;
but
I
trust
I
may
be
allowed
now
,
to
allude
to
a
certain
subject
that
—
—
´
`
Aye
,
aye
,
my
lad
,
´
returned
the
Captain
.
`
Freely
,
freely
.
´
`
Then
,
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
and
Lieutenant
Walters
,
are
you
aware
that
the
most
dreadful
circumstances
have
been
happening
at
Mr.
Dombey
's
house
,
and
that
Miss
Dombey
herself
has
left
her
father
,
who
,
in
my
opinion
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
with
great
excitement
,
`
it
a
Brute
,
that
it
would
be
a
flattery
to
call
a
—
a
marble
monument
,
or
a
bird
of
prey
,
—
and
that
she
is
not
to
be
found
,
and
has
gone
no
one
knows
where
?
´
`
May
I
ask
how
you
heard
this
?
´
inquired
Walter
.
`
Lieutenant
Walters
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
who
had
arrived
at
that
appellation
by
a
process
peculiar
to
himself
;
probably
by
jumbling
up
his
Christian
name
with
the
seafaring
profession
,
and
supposing
some
relationship
between
him
and
the
Captain
,
which
would
extend
,
as
a
matter
of
course
,
to
their
titles
;
`
Lieutenant
Walters
,
I
can
have
on
objection
to
make
a
straightforward
reply
.
The
fact
is
,
that
feeling
extremely
interested
in
everything
that
relates
to
Miss
Dombey
—
not
for
any
selfish
reason
,
Lieutenant
Walters
,
for
I
am
well
aware
that
the
most
agreeable
thing
I
could
do
for
all
parties
would
be
to
put
an
end
to
my
existence
,
which
can
only
be
regarded
as
an
inconvenience
—
I
have
been
in
the
habit
of
bestowing
a
trifle
now
and
then
upon
a
footman
;
a
most
respectable
young
man
,
of
the
name
of
Towlinson
,
who
has
lived
in
the
family
some
time
;
and
Towlinson
informed
me
,
yesterday
evening
,
that
this
was
the
state
of
things
.
Since
which
,
Captain
Gills
—
and
Lieutenant
Walters
—
I
have
been
perfectly
frantic
,
and
have
been
lying
down
on
the
sofa
all
night
,
the
Ruin
you
behold
.
´
`
Mr.
Toots
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
I
am
happy
to
be
able
to
relieve
your
mind
.
Pray
calm
yourself
.
Miss
Dombey
is
safe
and
well
.
´
`
Sir
!
´
cried
Mr.
Toots
,
starting
from
his
chair
and
shaking
hands
with
him
anew
,
`
the
relief
is
so
excessive
,
and
unspeakable
,
that
if
you
were
to
tell
me
now
that
Miss
Dombey
was
married
even
,
I
could
smile
.
Yes
,
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
appealing
to
him
,
`
upon
my
soul
and
body
,
I
really
think
,
whatever
I
might
do
to
myself
immediately
afterwards
,
that
I
could
smile
,
I
am
so
relieved
.
´
`
It
will
be
a
greater
relief
and
delight
still
,
to
such
a
generous
mind
as
yours
,
´
said
Walter
,
not
at
all
slow
in
returning
his
greeting
,
`
to
find
that
you
can
render
service
to
Miss
Dombey
.
Captain
Cuttle
,
will
you
have
the
kindness
to
take
Mr.
Toots
up
stairs
?
´
The
Captain
beckoned
to
Mr.
Toots
,
who
followed
him
with
a
bewildered
countenance
,
and
,
ascending
to
the
top
of
the
house
,
was
introduced
,
without
a
word
of
preparation
from
his
conductor
,
into
Florence
's
new
retreat
.
Poor
Mr.
Toots
's
amazement
and
pleasure
at
sight
of
her
were
such
,
that
they
could
find
a
vent
in
nothing
but
extravagance
.
He
ran
up
to
her
,
seized
her
hand
,
kissed
it
,
dropped
it
,
seized
it
again
,
fell
upon
one
knee
,
shed
tears
,
chuckled
,
and
was
quite
regardless
of
his
danger
of
being
pinned
by
Diogenes
,
who
,
inspired
by
the
belief
that
there
was
something
hostile
to
his
mistress
in
these
demonstrations
,
worked
round
and
round
him
,
as
if
only
undecided
at
what
particular
point
to
go
in
for
the
assault
,
but
quite
resolved
to
do
him
a
fearful
mischief
.
`
Oh
Di
,
you
bad
,
forgetful
dog
!
Dear
Mr.
Toots
,
I
am
so
rejoiced
to
see
you
!
´
`
Thankee
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
I
am
pretty
well
,
I
'm
much
obliged
to
you
,
Miss
Dombey
.
I
hope
all
the
family
are
the
same
.
´
Mr.
Toots
said
this
without
the
least
notion
of
what
he
was
talking
about
,
and
sat
down
on
a
chair
,
staring
at
Florence
with
the
liveliest
contention
of
delight
and
despair
going
on
in
his
face
that
any
face
could
exhibit
.
`
Captain
Gills
and
Lieutenant
Walters
have
mentioned
,
Miss
Dombey
,
´
gasped
Mr.
Toots
,
`
that
I
can
do
you
some
service
.
If
I
could
by
any
means
wash
out
the
remembrance
of
that
day
at
Brighton
,
when
I
conducted
myself
—
much
more
like
a
Parricide
than
a
person
of
independent
property
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
with
severe
self-accusation
,
`
I
should
sink
into
the
silent
tomb
with
a
gleam
of
joy
.
´
`
Pray
,
Mr.
Toots
,
´
said
Florence
,
`
do
not
wish
me
to
forget
anything
in
our
acquaintance
.
I
never
can
,
believe
me
.
You
have
been
far
too
kind
and
good
to
me
always
.
´
`
Miss
Dombey
,
´
returned
Mr.
Toots
,
`
your
consideration
for
my
feelings
is
a
part
of
your
angelic
character
.
Thank
you
a
thousand
times
.
It
's
of
no
consequence
at
all
.
´
`
What
we
thought
of
asking
you
,
´
said
Florence
,
`
is
,
whether
you
remember
where
Susan
,
whom
you
were
so
kind
as
to
accompany
to
the
coach-office
when
she
left
me
,
is
to
be
found
.
´
`
Why
I
do
not
certainly
,
Miss
Dombey
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
after
a
little
consideration
,
`
remember
the
exact
name
of
the
place
that
was
on
the
coach
;
and
I
do
recollect
that
she
said
she
was
not
going
to
stop
there
,
but
was
going
farther
on
.
But
,
Miss
Dombey
,
if
your
object
is
to
find
her
,
and
to
have
her
here
,
myself
and
the
Chicken
will
produce
her
with
every
dispatch
that
devotion
on
my
part
,
and
great
intelligence
on
the
Chicken
's
,
can
insure
.
´
Mr.
Toots
was
so
manifestly
delighted
and
revived
by
the
prospect
of
being
useful
,
and
the
disinterested
sincerity
of
his
devotion
was
so
unquestionable
,
that
it
would
have
been
cruel
to
refuse
him
.
Florence
,
with
an
instinctive
delicacy
,
forbore
to
urge
the
least
obstacle
,
though
she
did
not
forbear
to
over-power
him
with
thanks
;
and
Mr.
Toots
proudly
took
the
commission
upon
himself
for
immediate
execution
.
`
Miss
Dombey
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
touching
her
proffered
hand
,
with
a
pang
of
hopeless
love
visibly
shooting
through
him
,
and
flashing
out
in
his
face
,
`
Good-bye
!
Allow
me
to
take
the
liberty
of
saying
,
that
your
misfortunes
make
me
perfectly
wretched
,
and
that
you
may
trust
me
,
next
to
Captain
Gills
himself
.
I
am
quite
aware
,
Miss
Dombey
,
of
my
own
deficiencies
—
they
're
not
of
the
least
consequence
,
thank
you
—
but
I
am
entirely
to
be
relied
upon
,
I
do
assure
you
,
Miss
Dombey
.
´
With
that
Mr.
Toots
came
out
of
the
room
,
again
accompanied
by
the
Captain
,
who
,
standing
at
a
little
distance
,
holding
his
hat
under
his
arm
and
arranging
his
scattered
locks
with
his
hook
,
had
been
a
not
uninterested
witness
of
what
passed
.
And
when
the
door
closed
behind
them
,
the
light
of
Mr.
Toots
's
life
was
darkly
clouded
again
.
`
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
that
gentleman
,
stopping
near
the
bottom
of
the
stairs
,
and
turning
round
,
`
to
tell
you
the
truth
,
I
am
not
in
a
frame
of
mind
at
the
present
moment
,
in
which
I
could
see
Lieutenant
Walters
with
that
entirely
friendly
feeling
towards
him
that
I
should
wish
to
harbour
in
my
breast
.
We
cannot
always
command
our
feelings
,
Captain
Gills
,
and
I
should
take
it
as
a
particular
favour
if
you
'd
let
me
out
at
the
private
door
.
´
`
Brother
,
´
returned
the
Captain
,
`
you
shall
shape
your
own
course
.
Wotever
course
you
take
,
is
plain
and
seamanlike
,
I
'm
wery
sure
.
´
`
Captain
Gills
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
`
you
're
extremely
kind
.
Your
good
opinion
is
a
consolation
to
me
.
There
is
one
thing
,
´
said
Mr.
Toots
,
standing
in
the
passage
,
behind
the
half-opened
door
,
`
that
I
hope
you
'll
bear
in
mind
,
Captain
Gills
,
and
that
I
should
wish
Lieutenant
Walters
to
be
made
acquainted
with
.
I
have
quite
come
into
my
property
now
,
you
know
,
and
—
and
I
do
n't
know
what
to
do
with
it
.
If
I
could
be
at
all
useful
in
a
pecuniary
point
of
view
,
I
should
glide
into
the
silent
tomb
with
ease
and
smoothness
.
´
Mr.
Toots
said
no
more
,
but
slipped
out
quietly
and
shut
the
door
upon
himself
,
to
cut
the
Captain
off
from
any
reply
.
Florence
thought
of
this
good
creature
,
long
after
he
had
left
her
,
with
mingled
emotions
of
pain
and
pleasure
.
He
was
so
honest
and
warm-hearted
,
that
to
see
him
again
and
be
assured
of
his
truth
to
her
in
her
distress
,
was
a
joy
and
comfort
beyond
all
price
;
but
for
that
very
reason
,
it
was
so
affecting
to
think
that
she
caused
him
a
moment
's
unhappiness
,
or
ruffled
,
by
a
breath
,
the
harmless
current
of
his
life
,
that
her
eyes
filled
with
tears
,
and
her
bosom
overflowed
with
pity
.
Captain
Cuttle
,
in
his
different
way
,
thought
much
of
Mr.
Toots
too
;
and
so
did
Walter
;
and
when
the
evening
came
,
and
they
were
all
sitting
together
in
Florence
's
new
room
,
Walter
praised
him
in
a
most
impassioned
manner
,
and
told
Florence
what
he
had
said
on
leaving
the
house
,
with
every
graceful
setting-off
in
the
way
of
comment
and
appreciation
that
his
own
honesty
and
sympathy
could
surround
it
with
.
Mr.
Toots
did
not
return
upon
the
next
day
,
or
the
next
,
or
for
several
days
;
and
in
the
meanwhile
Florence
,
without
any
new
alarm
,
live
like
a
quiet
bird
in
a
cage
,
at
the
top
of
the
old
Instrument-maker
's
house
.
But
Florence
drooped
and
hung
her
head
more
and
more
plainly
,
as
the
days
went
on
;
and
the
expression
that
had
been
seen
in
the
face
of
the
dead
child
,
was
often
turned
to
the
sky
from
her
high
window
,
as
if
it
sought
his
angel
out
,
on
the
bright
shore
of
which
he
had
spoken
:
lying
on
his
little
bed
.
Florence
had
been
weak
and
delicate
of
late
,
and
the
agitation
she
had
undergone
was
not
without
its
influences
on
her
health
.
But
it
was
no
bodily
illness
that
affected
her
now
.
She
was
distressed
in
mind
;
and
the
cause
of
her
distress
was
Walter
.
Interested
in
her
,
anxious
for
her
,
proud
and
glad
to
serve
her
,
and
showing
all
this
with
the
enthusiasm
and
ardour
of
his
character
,
Florence
saw
that
he
avoided
her
.
All
the
long
day
through
,
he
seldom
approached
her
room
.
If
she
asked
for
him
,
he
came
,
again
for
the
moment
as
earnest
and
as
bright
as
she
remembered
him
when
she
was
a
lost
child
in
the
staring
streets
;
but
he
soon
became
constrained
—
her
quick
affection
was
too
watchful
not
to
know
it
—
and
uneasy
,
and
soon
left
her
.
Unsought
,
he
never
came
,
all
day
,
between
the
morning
and
the
night
.
When
the
evening
closed
in
,
he
was
always
there
,
and
that
was
her
happiest
time
,
for
then
she
half
believed
that
the
old
Walter
of
her
childhood
was
not
changed
.
But
,
even
then
,
some
trivial
word
,
look
,
or
circumstance
would
show
her
that
there
was
an
indefinable
division
between
them
which
could
not
be
passed
.
And
she
could
not
but
see
that
these
revealings
of
a
great
alteration
in
Walter
manifested
themselves
in
despite
of
his
utmost
efforts
to
hide
them
.
In
his
consideration
for
her
,
she
thought
,
and
in
the
earnestness
of
his
desire
to
spare
her
any
wound
from
his
kind
hand
,
he
resorted
to
innumerable
little
artifices
and
disguises
.
So
much
the
more
did
Florence
feel
the
greatness
of
the
alteration
in
him
;
so
much
the
oftener
did
she
weep
at
this
estrangement
of
her
brother
.
The
good
Captain
—
her
untiring
,
tender
,
ever
zealous
friend
—
saw
it
,
too
,
Florence
thought
,
and
it
pained
him
.
He
was
less
cheerful
and
hopeful
than
he
had
been
at
first
,
and
would
steal
looks
at
her
and
Walter
,
by
turns
,
when
they
were
all
three
together
of
an
evening
,
with
quite
a
sad
face
.
Florence
resolved
,
at
last
,
to
speak
to
Walter
.
She
believed
she
knew
now
what
the
cause
of
his
estrangement
was
,
and
she
thought
it
would
be
a
relief
to
her
full
heart
,
and
would
set
him
more
at
ease
,
if
she
told
him
she
had
found
it
out
,
and
quite
submitted
to
it
,
and
did
not
reproach
him
.
It
was
on
a
certain
Sunday
afternoon
,
that
Florence
took
this
resolution
.
The
faithful
Captain
,
in
an
amazing
shirt-collar
,
was
sitting
by
her
,
reading
with
his
spectacles
on
,
and
she
asked
him
where
Walter
was
.
`
I
think
he
's
down
below
,
my
lady
lass
,
´
returned
the
Captain
.
`
I
should
like
to
speak
to
him
,
´
said
Florence
,
rising
hurriedly
as
if
to
go
down
stairs
.
`
I
'll
rouse
him
up
here
,
Beauty
,
´
said
the
Captain
,
`
in
a
trice
.
´
Thereupon
the
Captain
,
with
much
alacrity
,
shouldered
his
book
—
for
he
made
it
a
point
of
duty
to
read
none
but
very
large
books
on
a
Sunday
,
as
having
a
more
staid
appearance
:
and
had
bargained
,
years
ago
,
for
a
prodigious
volume
at
a
book-stall
,
five
lines
of
which
utterly
confounded
him
at
any
time
,
insomuch
that
he
had
not
yet
ascertained
of
what
subject
it
treated
—
and
withdrew
.
Walter
soon
appeared
.
`
Captain
Cuttle
tells
me
,
Miss
Dombey
,
´
he
eagerly
began
on
coming
in
—
but
stopped
when
he
saw
her
face
.
`
You
are
not
so
well
to-day
.
You
look
distressed
.
You
have
been
weeping
.
´
He
spoke
so
kindly
,
and
with
such
a
fervent
tremor
in
his
voice
,
that
the
tears
gushed
into
her
eyes
at
the
sound
of
his
words
.
`
Walter
,
´
said
Florence
,
gently
,
`
I
am
not
quite
well
,
and
I
have
been
weeping
.
I
want
to
speak
to
you
.
´
He
sat
down
opposite
to
her
,
looking
at
her
beautiful
and
innocent
face
:
and
his
own
turned
pale
,
and
his
lips
trembled
.
`
You
said
,
upon
the
night
when
I
knew
that
you
were
saved
—
and
oh
!
dear
Walter
,
what
I
felt
that
night
,
and
what
I
hoped
!
'
—
He
put
his
trembling
hand
upon
the
table
between
them
,
and
sat
looking
at
her
.
—
`
that
I
was
changed
.
I
was
surprised
to
hear
you
say
so
,
but
I
understand
,
now
,
that
I
am
.
Do
n't
be
angry
with
me
,
Walter
.
I
was
too
much
overjoyed
to
think
of
it
,
then
.
´
She
seemed
a
child
to
him
again
.
It
was
the
ingenuous
,
confiding
,
loving
child
he
saw
and
heard
.
Not
the
dear
woman
,
at
whose
feet
he
would
have
laid
the
riches
of
the
earth
.
`
You
remember
the
last
time
I
saw
you
,
Walter
,
before
you
went
away
?
´
He
put
his
hand
into
his
breast
,
and
took
out
a
little
purse
.
`
I
have
always
worn
it
round
my
neck
!
If
I
had
gone
down
in
the
deep
,
it
would
have
been
with
me
at
the
bottom
of
the
sea
.
´
`
And
you
will
wear
it
still
,
Walter
,
for
my
old
sake
?
´
`
Until
I
die
!
´
She
laid
her
hand
on
his
,
as
fearlessly
and
simply
,
as
if
not
a
day
had
intervened
since
she
gave
him
the
little
token
of
remembrance
.
`
I
am
glad
of
that
.
I
shall
be
always
glad
to
think
so
,
Walter
.
Do
you
recollect
that
a
thought
of
this
change
seemed
to
come
into
our
minds
at
the
same
time
that
evening
,
when
we
were
talking
together
?
´
`
No
!
´
he
answered
,
in
a
wondering
tone
.
`
Yes
,
Walter
.
I
had
been
the
means
of
injuring
your
hopes
and
prospects
even
then
.
I
feared
to
think
so
,
then
,
but
I
know
it
now
.
If
you
were
able
,
then
,
in
your
generosity
,
to
hide
from
me
that
you
knew
it
too
,
you
cannot
do
so
now
,
although
you
try
as
generously
as
before
.
You
do
.
I
thank
you
for
it
,
Walter
,
deeply
,
truly
;
but
you
cannot
succeed
.
You
have
suffered
too
much
in
your
own
hardships
,
and
in
those
of
your
dearest
relation
,
quite
to
overlook
the
innocent
cause
of
all
the
peril
and
affliction
that
has
befallen
you
.
You
cannot
quite
forget
me
in
that
character
,
and
we
can
be
brother
and
sister
no
longer
.
But
,
dear
Walter
,
do
not
think
that
I
complain
of
you
in
this
.
I
might
have
known
it
—
ought
to
have
known
it
—
but
forgot
it
in
my
joy
.
All
I
hope
is
that
you
may
think
of
me
less
irksomely
when
this
feeling
is
no
more
a
secret
one
;
and
all
I
ask
is
,
Walter
,
in
the
name
of
the
poor
child
who
was
your
sister
once
,
that
you
will
not
struggle
with
yourself
,
and
pain
yourself
,
for
my
sake
,
now
that
I
know
all
!
´
Walter
had
looked
upon
her
while
she
said
this
,
with
a
face
so
full
of
wonder
and
amazement
,
that
it
had
room
for
nothing
else
.
Now
he
caught
up
the
hand
that
touched
his
,
so
entreatingly
,
and
held
it
between
his
own
.
`
Oh
,
Miss
Dombey
,
´
he
said
,
`
is
it
possible
that
while
I
have
been
suffering
so
much
,
in
striving
with
my
sense
of
what
is
due
to
you
,
and
must
be
rendered
to
you
,
I
have
made
you
suffer
what
your
words
disclose
to
me
?
Never
,
never
,
before
Heaven
,
have
I
thought
of
you
but
as
the
single
,
bright
,
pure
,
blessed
recollection
of
my
boyhood
and
my
youth
.
Never
have
I
from
the
first
,
and
never
shall
I
to
the
last
,
regard
your
part
in
my
life
,
but
as
something
sacred
,
never
to
be
lightly
thought
of
,
never
to
be
esteemed
enough
,
never
,
until
death
,
to
be
forgotten
.
Again
to
see
you
look
,
and
hear
you
speak
,
as
you
did
on
that
night
when
we
parted
,
is
happiness
to
me
that
there
are
no
words
to
utter
;
and
to
be
loved
and
trusted
as
your
brother
,
is
the
next
great
gift
I
could
receive
and
prize
!
´
`
Walter
,
´
said
Florence
,
looking
at
him
earnestly
,
but
with
a
changing
face
,
`
what
is
that
which
is
due
to
me
,
and
must
be
rendered
to
me
,
at
the
sacrifice
of
all
this
?
´
`
Respect
,
´
said
Walter
,
in
a
low
tone
.
`
Reverence
.
´
The
colour
dawned
in
her
face
,
and
she
timidly
and
thoughtfully
withdrew
her
hand
;
still
looking
at
him
with
unabated
earnestness
.
`
I
have
not
a
brother
's
right
,
´
said
Walter
.
`
I
have
not
a
brother
's
claim
.
I
left
a
child
.
I
find
a
woman
.
´
The
colour
overspread
her
face
.
She
made
a
gesture
as
if
of
entreaty
that
he
would
say
no
more
,
and
her
face
dropped
upon
her
hands
.
They
were
both
silent
for
a
time
;
she
weeping
.
`
I
owe
it
to
a
heart
so
trusting
,
pure
,
and
good
,
´
said
Walter
,
`
even
to
tear
myself
from
it
,
though
I
rend
my
own
.
How
dare
I
say
it
is
my
sister
's
!
´
She
was
weeping
still
.
`
If
you
had
been
happy
;
surrounded
as
you
should
be
by
loving
and
admiring
friends
,
and
by
all
that
makes
the
station
you
were
born
to
enviable
,
´
said
Walter
;
`
and
if
you
had
called
me
brother
,
then
,
in
your
affectionate
remembrance
of
the
past
,
I
could
have
answered
to
the
name
from
my
distant
place
,
with
no
inward
assurance
that
I
wronged
your
spotless
truth
by
doing
so
