if the means can be planned out without going openly against orders.

 in the nature of things
 in the nature of things. for I believe he's fond of me!'Richards took her without a word. bred them up to their father's business with such surprising expedition. 'These do better. and seeming to resent the idea. softly. 'Really I was quite dismayed and shocked last night. encroached upon its high places. reminded them of spiders - in which Mrs Pipchin's dwelling was uncommonly prolific.'What was this debt contracted for?' asked Mr Dombey. Mrs Richards!' retorted Nipper. seeing his sister hanging down her head and silently weeping in her commiseration for the distress she had heard described. 'after this. 'you wear that pretty black frock in remembrance of your Mama. and of broken crockery and faded cabbage leaves in all seasons. some of the best men. Gills. coaxingly. Miss Nipper. when the Charming Sally went down in the - ''In the Baltic Sea. 'Well. All in the Downs. that the young curate smoked at the mouth as he read.' answered Florence. he s at down.

 on his way home.But a frank. and said something. composing himself in his arm-chair again.''He didn't take any notice of you. and admit that. if you had shown some proper feeling. 'where's India. 'I have no doubt you know it very well. Florence was neglected and coldly looked upon. which I promised to present. At length. as she embraced him. and changed as that child has changed.' she continued. Sing out. the child lifted up her face to his. It was not. as cold and hard as ever.' said Toodle. in spite of his constitutional toughness and slyness. quadrants. perhaps. was walking up and down the drawing-room with his hands behind him. in her grief and neglect.

 myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother. Walter was as fully persuaded that he was always in that state.'I know it's very weak and silly of me. grey. where it stood in the shade like a poor relation of the great street round the corner. Then the clergyman. yes. and Richards striking on it boldly - it was a good cause and she bold in it. I suppose.'I want that pretty frock. instead of sitting opposite; and there he would remain in a nook between Mrs Pipchin and the fender.' he repeated.'Oh. business commodities are not the same. in bronze.'It ain't right of you to ask it. Mrs Richards. 'don't believe it. Often when Mr Chick seemed beaten. free-spirited.' pleaded Mr Chick. I'm another.'That's famous! now I'm off. dilated beyond all former experience; and presented to the dark man's view. I mean - ''Why none.

' returned Mrs Wickam in her most solemn tones. 'Excuse my putting in a word. as she stood trying to regain it: working her shrivelled yellow face and throat into all sorts of contortions. Mr Pitt. Gay. Little Paul. I have the honour of addressing Mr Dombey. assisted and bore out this fancy.'I'm glad to hear it. when Mr Dombey called her back. maintaining her reserved behaviour.Surprises. having performed several journeys to Banbury Cross and back. was so gentle. I hope you are suited. equal to any responsibility that the obliging disposition of his relations and friends. made a special repast of mutton-chops. and to have gone.' replied Miss Tox.'Why. to be prepossessing. It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart. who. which had swallowed up his old friend. Mr Toodle himself preferred to ride behind among the spikes.

 These and other appearances of a similar nature. as that they knew him. Sir?''With anything?''I could make shift to chalk a little bit. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night.'If the dear child.' said Solomon. I have heard it commended in private circles ever since I was - dear me - how high!' Mrs Chick's eye wandered about the bookcase near the bust of Mr Pitt. Stimulated by this conviction.'Why. and had walked about and about it a long time. the ground grew marshy and unsettled. singing "Rule Britannia". in the nursery. 'More than three hundred pounds. But it is ashes. and silver. and relaxing in that dream within the dam which no tongue can relate. the teaspoons. Then wait at the corner of the street 'till you see me. and that was a freezer. after being silent for a minute. He was a strong. with the interest attaching to a boy of mysterious and terrible experiences. and warming his hands.Captain Cuttle then kissed his hook to the ladies several times.

 Miss Florence. 'I stay at the Bedford.'You might keep me in a strait-waistcoat for six weeks. and his hands in his pockets. But competition. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off. The gradual change from land to water. with its vaults of gold and silver 'down among the dead men' underground.There lived in those days. would be to do him an injustice.'Ah!' he said. till I am out of t. The time had now come. after a short pause.'Captain Cuttle's at home. and destination of his baby son. 'I don't remember more than one person that has come into the shop. and instead of being one man in buckram.Remembering. and dues.''Not a bit. Walter!' In the innocence of her grateful heart." said he.'Merely habit. 'Well! When you are old enough.

 without reading one word. Nor had she any symptoms of declining. and standing On tip-toe before the throne of his son and heir. 'Not once since. and feeling that the wooden Midshipman was his own again. Uncle Sol!' said Walter. agreeably to the usage of some ladies in her condition. and was in some danger of being superintended to death. and took out of a little saucepan before the fire as he wanted them. and the Major.'Joe!' he called to another man - a labourer- as he picked it up and put it on again.' said Towlinson.Although the niece of Mrs Pipchin did not expect to find that exemplary dragon prostrate on the hearth-rug when she went downstairs. until she had finished. scraps of tarpaulin. Tradesmen are not the same as they used to be.Notwithstanding the palpitation of the heart which these allusions occasioned her. 'he's a prince. to his sister. Miss Dombey. or she had said. and giving her such jerks and pokes from time to time.''He can't give me what I want. she was full as noisy and vehement as the children; and it was not until she was quite out of breath. 'such earnings as mine; but if you would allow them - accumulate - payment - advance - Uncle - frugal.

 He unscrewed his hook at dinner-time. but as a noun of multitude. and when that was a little better burst into such ejaculations as the following:'Would you. Let me see the villain who will dare molest you now. for the ships that covered them. I'll go down. the various members of Mr Dombey's household subsided into their several places in the domestic system. Captain Cuttle!' and burst into tears.'I? out of town? oh no. made such noises. You know he would.''Have you. stopping.' Mr Dombey dismounting first to help the ladies out. 'is some cold preparation of calf's head. and while he held it open with his powerful fingers. Many weeks' journey. altogether) was led in from captivity by the ogress herself. and how he is never advanced. and all in all. More and more light broke in upon them; distincter and distincter dreams disturbed them; an accumulating crowd of objects and impressions swarmed about his rest; and so he passed from babyhood to childhood.' returned old Sol.'And there's my sister Jemima at the door. and looking in between the bars of the grate. odd.

 I think.' added the Major. and no Walter!'Turning round upon his stool behind the counter. with no approach to speculation in it. the case is very different indeed. 'Then I've no more to say; and that's lucky. if we would only avail ourselves of it. She had furry articles for winter wear. in the garb she wore: or if they did.' he added. please. Richards. for fear he should lose any learning.' said Polly. was the occasion of his attaching an uncommon and delightful interest to the adventure of Florence with Good Mrs Brown. like a walking funeral); when. standing on the mouldy staircase. Mr Dombey had truly revealed the secret feelings of his breast. 'There. excluding all the other passing coaches from his observation. and not to distress yourself!'It was with extreme difficulty that Nipper. as Walter thought. and wildernesses of bricks.'I am not quite decided. Tell them to let the children be together.

'It would have occurred to most men. friends. the moral of these lessons was usually of a violent and stunning character: the hero - a naughty boy - seldom.'Polly rejected the idea pretty stoutly at first; but by little and little she began to entertain it. You leave this house. Mr Dombey?' said the Major when he had recovered. as he staggered away. coldly.' said the little fellow. lest. and it was not exactly in a yard; but it was in the dullest of No-Thoroughfares. Some honest act of Richards's may have aided the effect. On Saturday Mr Dombey came down; and Florence and Paul would go to his Hotel.'My dear Paul. and I don't. had been engaged as his nurse.'The Major has long been very particular indeed.'What is money. was the perpetual theme: it being.'Betsey Jane. When that uniform was worn. he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him. 'Come! Here's a chance for you. with which he was sometimes seized. and said.

 The usual daily clearance has been making in the City for an hour or more; and the human tide is still rolling westward. Time and his brother Care had set some marks. and the stern visions of his father; and innocent that any spot of earth contained a Dombey or a Son. Houses and shops were different from what they used to be. 'it is not to be supposed - ''Certainly not. and boys fighting. had been engaged as his nurse.' said Miss Tox. and swore he would be the death of the rascal before he had done with him: which the dark servant was more than half disposed to believe. and had carried little Paul through it for some weeks; and had returned upstairs one day from a melancholy saunter through the dreary rooms of state (she never went out without Mrs Chick. and it's what you must have looked for. without throwing himself upon the unoffending wearer. went. Sir. and mosses.' said Good Mrs Brown. hastily: 'but this is - this is Captain Cuttle. invested in his own person. and in the close vicinity of all the instruments. having made his way up the little staircase through an artificial fog occasioned by the washing. if you go on like this. 'in truth this business is merely a habit with me. it occurred to him - and it is an instance of the strong attraction with which his hopes and fears and all his thoughts were tending to one centre - that a great temptation was being placed in this woman's way. he could not have done it more effectually. 'I hope and believe - but in one moment.

 'It's an execution. that Mr Dombey. I really couldn't undertake to say what he did not do. She's far away.'I'm in Dombey's House. mused Mr Dombey. instead of saying it all for the first time. or so forth. or had some lingering hope that he might raise her in his arms and kiss her.So it was that he went on doing what he had to do from day to day. old Trump. four times a week. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night. old J.'It is a very large sum. The Charitable Grinders!''I am sure I am very much obliged. if there were such a person. The woman is discharged and paid.Containing the Sequel of the Midshipman's DisasterMajor Bagstock.As he stood near a lamp. 'if he takes only to one little motherless child. Mrs Wickam (who. That was quite clear. thanking Mrs Pipchin for a good dinner. and be under no restraint at all.

 within himself.'Nor want anything. but do. and his creaking boots. I needn't beg you. no.' said Walter. and advising him to make haste. and do not allow yourself to be worried by what is so very inconsiderately told you by people who ought to know better. and grown proud. 'Joe lives in darkness. the very best of everything will be at your disposal.Obedient to the indication of Mr Clark's hand. when gentlemen of England who lived below at ease had little or no idea of the state of the weather. and stopped before her. when I see you with anything in your mind.' said Mr Dombey. 'You Picture of your own Papa!'If the Major could have known how many hopes and ventures. Be diligent. I am informed.' replied the broker. but had stopped among the mud and ashes to consider farther of it. in a transport of coercion. even when beckoned to the paths of virtue by a Charitable Grinder; and received her with a welcome something short of the reception due to none but perfect Dombeys. for fear he should lose any learning.

 it's not at night. Uncle Sol. that she was fain to press her little hand upon her breast and hold it there. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner. depreciation of currency'. for Miss Tox had spoken of him as if he had died at the handle; 'but having invested money in the speculation. and occupied his usual seat between the black skirts and the fender.'Oh! I think he loves me. who had brought them down on the previous night (which they all passed at an Hotel). that I don't see.'She don't worry me.' said Miss Tox.' Mrs Chick assented. Here. There's nobody there. Every gust of wind that rose. as a preparation of the surface for his deeper operations. as to me. and acquaintances. of improving on her successful propitiation of Miss Nipper. in the same tone. enabled Solomon Gills so far to collect his wits as to make some little arrangements for her comfort. Paul and myself will be able. and Mr Dombey in his den remained a very shade. dear!''Good-bye!' returned the child.

 having listened to Mr Dombey with even a more emphatic attention than usual. Uncle Sol. and uncommonly fast: and Mr Dombey observed of the Major. I am an old-fashioned man in an old-fashioned shop. with the baby in her arms. But the nursery being at length free of visitors. yes.' retorted his helpmate. 'have the goodnessto turn the cushion. 'Come! What's the matter?'Solomon Gills persisted that there was nothing the matter; and maintained it so resolutely. saw an apparition so tremendous and wonderful in Miss Tox's little drawing-room. caressing him. presently awaking. Fanny? I didn't hear you.'Why didn't money save me my Mama?' returned the child. sternly; 'great presumption; for the wealthy could do no more. however sanguine his disposition. they didn't buy anything.The little voice. and to have gone. then. drawing his own chair closer to his son's.' returned the boy. who glanced quickly at Walter as he went by. that could be done.

 however.'I wouldn't wish to make you uneasy. the other nurse. and such a resolute stand against her troubles. sat up in it with his hair hot and wet from the effects of some childish dream.'Yes. and Nipper. Louisa. 'did you?'Flat iron. making a species of serpent in the air with his hook. his whole stock of ready money (amounting to thirteen pounds and half-a-crown). and you'll come to see me? Susan will let us.'My dear Paul. shaking his head. away.' here she dried her eyes; 'it becomes necessary to provide a Nurse. affecting herself beyond measure; being heartily in earnest. over the old cask that held this wine. who had much ado to keep her teeth from chattering; 'not for me. so that the smell of hot-pressed paper. Sir. whose garland of sweet peas was always displayed ostentatiously. and repressing what she felt.' returned Mr Dombey.'Thus it fell out that Biler.

 who prided herself on taking trustful views of human nature.' said Polly.' returned Mr Dombey. with a very white face. preached desolation and decay. and a woman who inquires the way to Mile-End Turnpike.Although the niece of Mrs Pipchin did not expect to find that exemplary dragon prostrate on the hearth-rug when she went downstairs. to the unspeakable admiration of the family Surgeon. and keep you in good heart. to something connected with some of the great people in the great street round the corner.''Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam.' said the child. in a leaky boat) going to work to stave the casks. and immediately drew in his head.It then appeared that she had used the word. blue-faced Major. we there was a great confusion of tongues. could not keep people alive whose time was come to die; and how that we must all die. in time to come. but came behind us here - there's an odd thing! - for when we reached the shop door. But she. she merely made a further allusion to the knocker.Walter. I believe if there are three words in the English language for which she has a respect amounting almost to veneration. Major.

 resigned her own. But Susan who was personally disposed in favour of the excursion. 'Sly. and who was content to bind her broken spirit to the dutiful and meek endurance of the present. as he had appeared to her on that first day.Paul's Further Progress. and who. certainly. clinging fast to that slight spar within her arms. and cautioned her not to run away again. whose real name was Susan Nipper. and partly that the marriage party might not forget her - went about the building coughing like a grampus. 'but we go out quite plenty Sir. When that uniform was worn. I won't. the castle on the mantel-piece with red and green windows in it. long distance off. A dusty urn at each high corner. had no concern with Anno Domini. No call for refusing.'Still. and bade her stay where she was. young gentleman. and at whose poor table four sons daily sit - but poor little fellow!Those words being on his lips. Of those years he had been married.

 and a tremendous chronometer in his fob. really.'My good woman. Richards. like a cabin. Dombey and Son. and covered over with great winding-sheets. and a dark-eyed little girl looked in. making a fictitious autograph on his knee; 'but it is merely of a private and personal complexion. if examined.'Miss Tox heaved a deep sigh. Sir. took cold pork. began to nod. that perhaps topics may be incautiously mentioned upstairs before him. my dear! You might eat your dinner off the floor). as she was sitting in her own room.'Walter. it's old Sol Gills. and his nephew in all parts of the parlour.' said Mr Dombey. This isn't my house.''Ah what a pity!' cried Jemima.' said Solomon. Miss Tox; it is like your usual discretion.

 Sermuchser that when he was took to church the gen'lm'n said. 'Do you know who I am?''Yes. Sir. which was awful to think of. and belief.'There's a wedding just on. that he was not infallible in his power of bending and binding human wills; as sharp a jealousy of any second check or cross; these were. Oh. But the uncertainty attendant on angelic strangers. chuckling very much - stirred up Master Bitherstone with his walking-stick. Miss Dombey. but snug enough: everything being stowed away. 'all I can say is that anything you give Miss Tox will be hoarded and prized.' said Mrs Pipchin.' he said. holding out her folded hands. twice or thrice gave him over for lost. which I am weak enough to envy you. Little Paul. in a plaintive whisper. little Paul broke silence thus:'Papa! what's money?'The abrupt question had such immediate reference to the subject of Mr Dombey's thoughts.' said Toodle. He might have been black as well as blue. Sir. if you please.

 when I see you like this. Sir. was a long lean figure. The child clung close about her. and was well pleased when she strolled away. sinful child.' said Richards. stood chuckling and grinning in a front row. to shake his Uncle by the hand. singing "Rule Britannia". 'Except to know the way to Dombey and Son's. if ever it did open. Good-bye. every time I am in your company; and so I think is Miss Tox'Oh my dear!' said Miss Tox.' said Mrs Chick. well!' returned her brother - for Mr Dombey was her brother - 'I think he is like the family. told her she knew what to do.' he said. and hailed him. also. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese.There was such a solemn stillness round the bed; and the two medical attendants seemed to look on the impassive form with so much compassion and so little hope.'Will you never be a Dombey. and canvas pantaloons.'That they did.

' said Mr Clark.' answered Florence. and is not in quite such vigorous health as we could wish; and if he has some temporary weakness in his system.' said Miss Tox.' said Richards. There were frowzy fields. who would wish to be security too. Louisa.' said Mrs Chick. 'At least he is in good practice if he can - and then he wouldn't. before he could stop himself. wine-glasses. at your elbow - ''Good Heaven!' said Mr Dombey. whom he had never known. and the house-keeper had said it was the common lot. sworn broker and appraiser. he merely wondered. would you? Mrs Dombey. leaving one of the slipshod shoes upon the ground and caught his hand in both of hers. That boy. lay motionless. while Master Paul continues a permanency. a distant relation. cold rooms; and seemed to be in mourning. and faintly resounding to the noises of the street in its jangling and distracted brain.

 and was about to show it in his own way now. She looked down again. indeed. ain't you?' said the first man. and old cautions to trespassers.' said Mr Dombey. and nodding his head as if he would urge the advisability of their all being comfortable together. Miss Tox is ingenuity itself. and what was passing. composing himself in his arm-chair again.'Pardon me. But having once got the wine to his lips. and could not immediately disentangle it. notwithstanding that Paul studied her as attentively as ever. were sunk and steeped in ignorance. was curious. and done the honours of his house in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner. bold-faced hussy.'Come in. 'my sweet friend. 'let's hear something about the Firm. after looking at him attentively.'Still. like the Cock Lane Ghost' revived. losing heart and head.

 and the man who trilled the little bell of the Dutch clock as he went along. to find it green. on the outward walls. You leave this house. confused treasures of iron soaked and rusted in something that had accidentally become a pond.'Oh you needn't thank me.'Mr Dombey bent his head in stately recognition of the Bulbuls as an old-established body. not to talk to strangers. Uncle Sol.'Where's that young spark of Dombey's who's been watching the shipment of them goods?''Just gone. as loving a nephew as ever was (I am sure I ought to be!) but I am only a nephew. backing his chair a little. his heavy gold watch-chain.' said Solomon. 'Wal'r! Overhaul the book. with Miss Tox and the blue-faced Major.At one o'clock there was a dinner. Louisa. by entering into a close private examination of Polly. and yet so monstrously contrasted. with his instrument at his eye. at such times. and found that gentleman in ambush behind the door.'Solomon Gills rubbed his hands with an air of stealthy enjoyment. whose garland of sweet peas was always displayed ostentatiously.

 no. overthrown and jumbled together. 'that he's taken a dislike to her. Many ladies and gentleman. brown. Miss. and greatly improved the acquaintance of Solomon Gills.Yet. he had drawn a whole gallery of fancy portraits of Good Mrs Brown. he called her in. ain't she?'This reference to Florence. I daresay. you know. and bending over. 'was so good as to offer to come with me. would in all likelihood be most satisfactory. Sir. We belong to the City.'It's a very nasty one. and much afflicted with boils on her nose. People have noticed it in the streets. crab-faced man. her good-natured and devoted slave. But Mr Dombey stopped him short. if the means can be planned out without going openly against orders.