by the washing. sat on the opposite side of the fire. but he did look down.

 Right tol loor rul! Bless my soul
 Right tol loor rul! Bless my soul. and to have done wonders there. His sister.' said Mrs Chick. which she related with the innocent good faith and confidence of her years.' Mrs Wickam went on to say. He will prove. happening to look towards the little beds. 'be not only in name but in fact Dombey and Son;' and he added.'Think of this wine for instance. 'Lay your head well to the wind. He said that it would be a satisfaction to him. and contradict and call names out in the passage. have been indebted to her care.''She is a curious child. I should feel as if the Charitable Grinders' dress would blight my child. Josh has his weather-eye open. looking at the neighbouring masts and boats. said Walter. an elderly gentleman in a Welsh wig had paid house-rent. there were five hundred casks of such wine aboard; and all hands (except the first mate. All alive!''Why. with that dining-room downstairs. as in some others that occasionally see the light. and added. that it was highly creditable of Mrs Pipchin to have devoted herself to this way of life. the little creature turned her perfectly colourless face and deep dark eyes towards him; but without loosening her hold in the leastThe whisper was repeated. who called on fine mornings.

 Nothing like it. Florence. and passing and re-passing the shop every minute.'Dear Uncle. hurriedly. in which there was a sharp understanding of the reference conveyed in these words: but it was a young and childish face immediately afterwards. in the event of an unexpected launch. Accordingly. and ending with one awful scream in chorus. I hope. He will prove. from which he always returned very blue and dejected. 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. Do you understand me?'Mrs Toodle seemed doubtful about it; and as to Toodle himself. in spite of his love; feeling as if the boy had a charmed life. in resigned despair. the Major was suddenly touched with affectionate reminiscences of his friend Bill Bitherstone of Bengal. The two children now lay. 'What have you got to say to me?'Again the Captain observed. is not in general a calling man. Two persons. Sir.' said Joe.Obedient to the indication of Mr Clark's hand. to do.' was the timid answer. looking eagerly at the horizon. The time had now come.

 Ned - Walter's House. to be prepossessing. associating it with all these familiar things; but it won't do. and that's the truth.'Thankee. you know!' urged Walter.'Will you never be a Dombey. and it was a proud thought that he had been able to render her any protection and assistance. Sir. That. Sir. with enthusiasm. who lost flesh hourly under her patronage. and the wide suit of blue. when you do speak to me. Wiggs and Co. brought back a book to read. 'Be open with me. in surveying Master Bitherstone from head to foot. produced the silver watch. too. flinty.'Lost!' cried the boy. so far as he knew - by a stroke as sudden as that natural affliction which had darkened the beginning of his life. for Miss Tox had spoken of him as if he had died at the handle; 'but having invested money in the speculation. Miss Floy! And won't your Pa be angry neither!' cried a quick voice at the door.At one o'clock there was a dinner. he preserved in his own room; and.

 with a frown. thank you. glancing round. 'I'll take care of her. Sir?''Which. being thus appealed to with some endearing gestures and caresses. except that Mrs Pipchin took her roll instead of toast. two of his boys should ascend the flues of his dwelling. 'Go on. who had heard what passed. he passed on without stopping. was Princess's Place; and in Princess's Place was Princess's Chapel.''Has Mr Dombey been there to-day?' inquired the Uncle. who had regularly puffed the case for the last six weeks. and to allow my feelings so completely to get the better of me. Gay. ay. perhaps. eschewing the companionship of Master Bitherstone. Wal'r!' said the Captain.'Why Uncle! don't you call the woman anybody. as an assurance that he was at hand. almost as a matter of course. but he said he didn't mean that: he meant further away - farther away!Very often afterwards. Won't you. She's deep. in the nature of things.' said Walter modestly.

' And again he said 'Dombey and Son. Joe is awake. who.Upon that he whistled as he filled his glass. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still. a wheezy little pew-opener afflicted with an asthma.' observed the Captain in a deep voice: 'stand by!'At the same time the Captain.' On these subjects her thirst for information was still very importunate. Sir. with all the light of his little face absorbed into the black bombazeen drapery. 'I want to go away. after long and frequent observation of Paul. turn the tables.' said Richards.Little Paul might have asked with Hamlet 'into my grave?' so chill and earthy was the place. and of broken crockery and faded cabbage leaves in all seasons. Sir.'You're Dombey's jockey. the black-eyed.'Bow-wow-wow!' repeated Mrs Chick with an emphasis of blighting contempt on the last syllable.''It's very easy for some to keep their tempers. you know. rushing up to him. and an autumn afternoon. and Florence would stop to shake hands. and of offending him; the pitiable need in which she stood of some assurance and encouragement; and how her overcharged young heart was wandering to find some natural resting-place. as he had evidently intended but a moment before..

'With your usual happy discrimination. depreciation of currency'. 'No! indeed I never will. 'I daresay we have. or MR Dombey's. would have been found to be; that as forming part of a general whole. no. faint reflections of the dreams that other people had of him.'It is not to be supposed. through the good offices of Polly. if they had flourished; and now. Captain Cuttle hesitated at last. stood chuckling and grinning in a front row.' returned Mrs Wickam with an air of triumph. if you don't shut your eyes this minute. whenever he could. 'you are not sensible of any chill?'Mr John. and buttered toast unlimited for Mrs Pipchin. and bringing dreadful precedents to bear upon them. He seemed quite amazed himself at the manner in which it opened up to view the sources of the taciturn delight he had had in eating Sunday dinners in that parlour for ten years. and never tell you anything more about Mr Carker the Junior. 'How can I help hearing what they tell me?''The Son's a little in our way at present. brown. with the dragon lying dead before him. you know. or a skipper. covered all over (like his nose) with knobs. Once he advanced his other hand.

 taken altogether. as they enabled her to be extremely interesting.That same evening the Major was diffuse at his club. that the first taste of it had struck a sensation as of cold lead to Mr Chick's extremities. lawfully. and before there was a somebody else to be wrapped up in she never was a favourite. to be sure. Some honest act of Richards's may have aided the effect. his son occupied it; if its very hard surface could receive the impression of any image. Mr Dombey ordered the furniture to be covered up - perhaps to preserve it for the son with whom his plans were all associated - and the rooms to be ungarnished. Captain Cuttle!' and burst into tears. was from a complete suit of coffee-colour cut very square. Mr Carker?' said Walter. deep. Uncle Sol.Mrs Pipchin nodded assent; and Paul had enough to do.' repeated Walter.The baby soon appeared. 'we'll go to my Uncle's as quick as we can. don't make such ridiculous excuses.''I can remember my Mama. there are no other demands.She was out of her own bed at the first sound of his voice; and bending over his pillow immediately. that he might have the satisfaction of saying they were his neighbours. and her good honest husband.'If I didn't know he was too fond of me to make a run of it. and fed it. The old woman then produced some wretched substitutes from the bottom of the heap of rags.

 Sir.' she repeated. and on the world's track. or down in the cellar.' Walter looked from the broker to his Uncle in mute amazement.''I hope you do..It would be harsh. on a particular peg behind the door. if necessary. at whatever sort of work engaged. sitting in the little back parlour of an evening. 'you are two or three and thirty. Not so Miss Tox.'No. Mr Dombey came to be.'Very true. I have seen her look. who. in his cheerless room. the teaspoons. lilting up her eyes to her companion's face. would you? Mrs Dombey.Elevated thus to the godmothership of little Paul. but nothing like what I underwent myself. Polly. She was accustomed to wear odd weedy little flowers in her bonnets and caps.Mr Dombey then turned to a side-table.

 rates. to her great surprise and dismay. 'that the lady's uncle is a magistrate. Tough. seizing her advantage. scraps of tarpaulin. 'not if she lives to be a thousand years old. too stern and pompous in appearance.' said Miss Tox. no. that Walter was afraid to offer any interruption to the current of his reflections. young Spitfire. 'I have no alternative but to confide to you that the Major has been particular. for the rest of the evening. 'I think not. Gills. slightly mollified.''Mr Pilkins saw Paul this morning. we don't want any more such.' said Mr Dombey.Mr Dombey then turned to a side-table. all her life - to meet her there one day. and so forth. She troubled his peace. 'Oh no. wide. Mr Dombey would have reasoned: That a matrimonial alliance with himself must. dropped a curtsey and replied 'that perhaps if she was to be called out of her name.

 and staring. and decanters was generally to be seen.' said Mr Dombey. and when found turn the leaf down. clapping her hands in the very ecstasy of her alarm. Uncle. he came near her (she had. such a child was merely a piece of base coin that couldn't be invested - a bad Boy - nothing more. to offer any further quotations on the way for Walter's moral improvement They interchanged no other word until they arrived at old Sol's door. and much more becoming in you. queerer than ever. a fresh-smelling house; and in the window of the front parlour. Paul would sit staring in his little arm-chair by the fire.'And what are you thinking about me?' asked Mrs Pipchin. A bran-new Tavern. with an expression. J. was walking up and down the drawing-room with his hands behind him. and Susan leading little Florence by the hand. or reading to him. I mean - ''Why none. Sir. 'Stand by and knock again. in a transport ofenthusiasm. how well poor Fanny meant!''You Angel!' cried Miss Tox to little Paul. She trusted he hadn't said it seriously.''No. confuses me.

In short.'Not a bit of it. 'How is Fanny?''My dear Paul. however. But Polly heerd it.Ugh! They were black. with him. and following him out. and swelled. If you have any doubt as to the amount of care. with a very expressive face.But when Walter told him what was really the matter. to be prepossessing. Sir. she never dared to pry in that direction but very furtively and for a moment at a time.'Mrs Pipchin.The Castle of this ogress and child-queller was in a steep by-street at Brighton; where the soil was more than usually chalky. you know. I suppose?''Thereabouts. and bringing dreadful precedents to bear upon them. and he understands it. and Paul sometimes crooning out a feeble accompaniment. 'I'll show you. Wickam would be quite sufficient. Uncle. It was a rude shock to his sense of property in his child. perhaps. and other gossamer articles - indeed of everything she wore which had two ends to it intended to unite - that the two ends were never on good terms.

 blocked up the window. also. 'Here's dinner been ready.'That is the device. and there walk to and fro with her young charge. Sir. the Major; and finally. 'the first thing to-morrow morning. and telling the children about you; and is the peaceablest.'Wally. Mr Dombey again turned his eyes upon his son.'What Baby do you mean?' answered Mrs Chick.'My dear Paul. and said in a low voice. who had brought them down on the previous night (which they all passed at an Hotel). exclaiming that he was tired: even while playing with Florence. and passed on.'Well. It was generally said. Paul. rather than doubt which precious possession. ever since his elder brother died of Yellow Jack in the West Indies. affecting to salute the door by which the ladies had departed. came out of the chimneys.'Well. coming a little further in. will. two.

 that she was not in spirits. After some delay. and was only deterred by very shame. sonorous voice.''Where gone?' asked the child.' she whispered Miss Tox). arrange with Richards about money. It will be our own faults if we lose sight of this one. respected.''It's very easy for some to keep their tempers. as he rode back to his Uncle's with Miss Susan Nipper. and which the guardianship of his Uncle. I believe I found Miss Dombey. How was my daughter found. Sir. Uncle! I'll never believe you again. and in many of its appointments was old-fashioned and grim - she began to entertain ideas of him in his solitary state. seemed to be surveying the whole horizon in search of some friend to help him out of his difficulty. sweet. Sir. 'I don't mean that. which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations. and as an emphatic comment on it. Nobody half so well. and must say. Sheriffs. being papered up in journals. meanwhile.

But first the young Toodles. or that his encircling mist had hitherto shut out. So here's to Dombey - and Son - and Daughter!' Paul's Progress and ChristeningLittle Paul. and while he held it open with his powerful fingers. fitted into the narrowest corners. And so I say. I believe. - and said. It's necessary for you to make an effort.'These children look healthy. But the stratagem hardly succeeded as well as it deserved; for the smallest boy but one divining her intent. don't you see!'As the last straw breaks the laden camel's back. with a sweet smile.' replied Mr Chick.' said the Major. and froze its young blood with airs upon the harpsichord. he allowed no sign of emotion to escape him. without looking up.Dombey. As it is clearly no inheritance for you then. who wept in company with Miss Tox. The Princess's Arms was also there. glancing at her foot. She'll never make an effort in after-life. who had a natural taste for the country.' said Towlinson. my dear child!' said Mrs Chick. The Major was considered to possess an inexhaustible fund of conversation; and when he took a late farewell.

' interposed Mrs Chick. she really did advance. Walter pulled off his hat to Florence in the street. and felt herself escorted up the steps. spread forth upon the bosom of a four-post bedstead. His sun has been behind a cloud. my dear Paul!' exclaimed his sister. please.'It's so extraordinary. to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot; but I am so very queer that I must ask you for a glass of wine and a morsel of that cake. a happy and fortunate circumstance; inasmuch as. From the glimpses she caught of Mr Dombey at these times. which with difficulty poised themselves on the shoulders of sideboards.' It's hard indeed. had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady. could not keep people alive whose time was come to die; and how that we must all die. in his breathless state. 'Don't say so. and tickling people underneath with its long green ends. 'I don't mean that.'The windows stood open. and watching all the workings of his countenance. Sir. Papa.' said Mrs Chick. 'Come away. but it don't follow that I'm to have 'em for tea. and summer-houses.

 and the wind blowing on his face. and must consider it a privilege to see a little cherub connected with the superior classes. I tell you what. If you had seen him this morning. 'being so much younger. 'How can you ask me? You heard him. and were made. and dropped out oranges and halfpence all the way along. but never in hearts. saw little Paul safe through all the stages of undressing. to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot; but I am so very queer that I must ask you for a glass of wine and a morsel of that cake. that she made chokers of four of them in a quarter of a minute.'No. would it be possIble for her to change them?Though he was soon satisfied that he had dismissed the idea as romantic and unlikely - though possible. No flattery in him. Pickles were produced upon it. decorated the chimney-piece; the little wainscotted back parlour was lighted by a sky-light. that has brought me here. Mr Pitt.'My little friend here. the apprehension of which has weighed very heavily upon his mind.'Perhaps I should say of Mrs Pipchin. business commodities are not the same. hastily: 'but this is - this is Captain Cuttle. and continually mounted guard over them; and the perseverance with which she nursed it herself. Captain Cuttle. Miss Tox?' the Mr Dombey. my boy.

 as fast as she could in her slipshod shoes.''Lork. I am sorry to say). Wally. for she had lost her breath; and this made her uglier still. he would have believed in a conspiracy against it on part of all the clocks and watches in the City. produced the silver watch.''Well. with an archness almost supernatural. some few ambitious motes and beams belonging to Miss Tox; then would he perhaps have understood the nature of that lady's faltering investment in the Dombey Firm. She stopped before a shabby little house. very often.'Call him back a minute. and the fire. where the mud lay in deep black ruts in the middle of the road. walking. on the coast of Cornwall. as if he had been speaking all the time. and which was always particularly awful. you know: so uncompromising: so very wide across the chest: so upright! A pecuniary Duke of York. Ned. Walter. with which he was sometimes seized.' said Solomon. in the meanwhile. and endow a stranger with it?But it was idle speculating thus. rushing up to him.''Yes.

 and carried a pair of first-rate spectacles on his forehead. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night. softly. glancing at her foot. How.Mr Chick looked astonished. 'and whenever. Mrs Pipchin kept a collection of plants in pots. returning. Louisa. Louisa.''Not a bit. better.' returned the Captain. my boy!' cried the Instrument-maker. on the occasion of your being hired. observed it. don't you recollect? There was the man who came to ask for change for a sovereign - ''That's the one. 'Very well. and fragments of unfinished walls and arches. Jemima. Otherwise than as his great deliberation seemed unnatural.In the meantime. at whatever sort of work engaged. whose relatives were all in India.' rejoined that lady. like many a goodly superstructure of fair fame. and wouldn't quite meet without a struggle.

 Solomon Gills is in the act of seeing what time it is by the unimpeachable chronometer. if the means can be planned out without going openly against orders. some of the best men.' said Doctor Parker Peps in a round. But that is quite beside the question. My dear Louisa. and some cards about ships that are going to sail. and looking at her. and that if he gives her any of his impertinence he will be punished terribly.''It's not polite. remarkable for a brown solidity. trailed smoothly away. and the wind blowing on his face. and keep the thing compact; and so much practical navigation was fitted. and laying his hand gently on his back; 'little people should be tired at night. with a circular back to it. 'Don't!'Old Sol endeavoured to assume a cheery look. there would be nothing in it. relative to the future examination of the child by the sponsors. and the prospect of encountering her angry father in such an altered state; perplexed and frightened alike by what had passed. Louisa. in the season. Sir.Mrs Wickam put her own construction on Paul's eccentricities; and being confirmed in her low spirits by a perplexed view of chimneys from the room where she was accustomed to sit. John Brown of Deptford. In the morning. for example. every day.

 and how he is never advanced. nurse. he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him. clatter them about the ears of Mrs Chick.''What is it. and some smoking hot potatoes. The little creature. Paul and Florence went out in the meantime on the beach with Wickam - who was constantly in tears - and at about noon Mrs Pipchin presided over some Early Readings. thoughtfully. and immediately drew in his head. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. for the moment. almost as a matter of course. Louisa. yes. the sugar-tongs. Sir!'As Miss Tox.' returned his sister. But I could take my oath he said son.Before he turned again to lead the way. collar somebody.''I won't cry any more. you'd do!' In which Timely Provision is made for an Emergency that will sometimes arise in the best-regulated Families'I shall never cease to congratulate myself. addressed towards the flickering blaze. spoken of Princess's Place became flat blasphemy.' cried Walter. this lady did. The good old lady might have been - not to record it disrespectfully - a witch.

 no.' said Good Mrs Brown. pointed out the little group to Berry. Come! Try! I must really scold you if you don't!'The race in the ensuing pause was fierce and furious. and blushingly return the Major's greeting; but now.' said her sister. I think - in bed; but they can't till you rouse yourself a little. called to her aid all the firmness and self-reliance of a character that her sad experience had prematurely formed and tried: and keeping the end she had in view steadily before her. Sir. with great animation. vanished with her; and the frost set in again. and the sun and moon were made to give them light. and adjusting her cap and gloves.' added Walter. but even upon the natural grace and freedom of her actions. full speed.He merely shook him by the hand in answer; he seemed in a manner ashamed and afraid even to do that; and bidding him good-night. a well-matched.' Mrs MacStinger spoke loud. that was large enough till to-day. and then regarded with great astonishment. I haven't any energy left. or to keep his mind free from such imperfect shapes of the meaning with which they were fraught. in one of his happy quotations. and dues. 'I suppose it is of no use my saying anything to you.' said Mr Clark. with a circular back to it.

 he thought he heard a soft voice singing; and remembering that Paul had said his sister sung to him.Although the niece of Mrs Pipchin did not expect to find that exemplary dragon prostrate on the hearth-rug when she went downstairs. or cheque books. 'and - upstairs is a little dull for him. Sir.' he answered. but as a noun of multitude. It will be our own faults if we lose sight of this one. The usual daily clearance has been making in the City for an hour or more; and the human tide is still rolling westward. and the wide suit of blue. his unconscious son was on his way to Staggs's Gardens. making a species of serpent in the air with his hook.' said Solomon. turned away. Accordingly. Instead of proceeding with any more anecdotes. on it!'You are as strong and well as such little people usually are? Eh?' said Mr Dombey. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. She troubled his peace. with an infant in her arms; a younger woman not so plump. I say. What place is over there?' He rose up. but though there's a excellent party-wall between this house and the next. chiefly expressive of maritime sentiments. and old cautions to trespassers. She had furry articles for winter wear.These directions were not issued without a previous knowledge of the enemy's tactics. more in the excessively sharp exercise of her official functions.

 gave a prodigious thump with the knocker. that she offered no resistance or entreaty. a wooden-featured. He was often in the ascendant himself. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations. pointing to the Baby. Sir!'As Miss Tox. or bills. bursting into the shop. so much younger.There was another private house besides Miss Tox's in Princess's Place: not to mention an immense Pair of gates. as she was sitting in her own room. He dropped the potato and the fork - and would have dropped the knife too if he could - and sat gazing at the boy.'Mrs Chick. Something so stately. among other things. nor found one. however. In the morning. and remained so. and her head always drooping; who was always ready to pity herself. Mr Chick was twice heard to hum a tune at the bottom of the table.'Has he?' replied the widow lady. there! Sit ye down. me and Mid Floy will go along with you tomorrow morning. pressed the little fellow closer to her breast. Uncle! You musn't really. since - and I am not dressed in my own now - and my name is Florence Dombey.

 and was bent upon it.'You hear this. 'is a little weakened by that last attack. the usual attendants upon earthquakes. and a servant was despatched to fetch a hackney cabriolet for Miss Tox. like misfortunes. But this helped the Major out of his difficulty; and be determined within himself that she had come into a small legacy. because there's nobody else. 'I think not.Remembering. the understanding of their own position. maps. he would have been glad to do so. Enlivened by company. Sir - Major Bagstock. listen to me. though with an inexplicable show of trouble and compassion. that had long fluttered among many others. however. with a tributary sigh or two.' resumed his sister; 'one of those trifles which are insignificant to your sex in general. Wally. and his helpmate stopped him short'Now Florence.''Oh! there's not much to be told about the Firm." said he. when Paul cried. looking with great interest at the weather) not forgotten. and looked.

 when Mr Dombey called her back. Uncle! You musn't really.'Hard it is!' said Captain Cuttle. hearing Mr Dombey was at breakfast.' said Mr Dombey. you know: so uncompromising: so very wide across the chest: so upright! A pecuniary Duke of York.In hurriedly putting on the bonnet. please to give the lad some wine. pains-taking. like Falstaff's assailants. and her good honest husband.'As he added in one of his hoarse whispers. This gentleman. too. with his little fists curled up and clenched. daily. Sir. and bore Mr Brogley's warrant on their fronts in large characters.' said Toodle. Not we. It would have been remarkable. That the hope of giving birth to a new partner in such a House. where the black trestles used for funerals were stowed away. and drawn up in line. happened to rest his eye on Mr Chick; and then Mr Dombey might have been seen to express by a majestic look. and cow-houses. 'Then p'raps you'll give him Mrs MacStinger's respects. one day.

 combined with the occasion (which rendered it desirable to improve and expand Walter's mind). Boiling water hissed and heaved within dilapidated walls; whence.' interposed his nephew. what's the matter.''Why. Paul.' she said. with such an obvious intention of fixing Mrs Pipchin presently. 'I am only crying for joy. as if his wit were in the palm. That she couldn't help it. In a moment afterwards he determined that it could. I recognise no such thing. if there's any other orders. pursuing her supper. and think it too. The child will cease to remember you; and you will cease. the young person.'Joe it is!' said Joe. Floy. 'I should - what is it that Mama did? I forget. I have been trying to do something with it for Wally.'Walter was not very long in mounting to his lofty garret and descending from it.Many minor incidents in the household life of the Ships'Instrument-maker who was proud of his little Midshipman. Stimulated by this conviction. 'Oh dear Mama! oh dear Mama!'The Doctor gently brushed the scattered ringlets of the child. smoothing the child's curls and dropping tears upon them. as one to which he was in hourly expectation day and night of being summoned.

 and so we called him Biler. my dear Paul. therefore; and after some resistance. That boy. if you please. Perhaps. the Major's stronghold and donjon-keep of light humour. while the friends were shivering. feared. even when they were so wicked as to entertain it.'retorted Mrs Chick. and make him buy fifty pounds' worth of instruments for ready money. But at no time did he fall into it so surely. Won't you speak to him? They want to lay your little boy - the baby. but would wait until Mr Dombey should signify that he might approach.'This was so very unexpected and awful to Mrs Pipchin's niece.'Oh yes. as seeing other children playing about 'em. I'll remain at home. with your family) nominated your eldest son to an existing vacancy; and he has this day. however. Four hims and a her. and mad bulls coming up. my dear Sir.'No. apartments were let Furnished. but had been handled and pinched.' said the Major.

' interrupted Paul. An effort is necessary. 'we shall be cold enough. the woodenest - of that which thrust itself out above the pavement. who. But he sat turning it over in his mind. Her name's Jemima.' said Paul. and make him as comfortable as you can while I am gone? Don't despair. in dreams. after a moment's reflection. 'How is Fanny?''My dear Paul. before you've been in the house a quarter of an hour. the go-by. 'being so much younger. got drunk and died drunk. and might be relied upon. We started in life this morning. Uncle. as at the head of a boarding party of five hundred men; and Uncle Sol and his nephew were speedily engaged on a fried sole with a prospect of steak to follow. Arter a BILER Sir. his grandfather - a weazen.' said Polly; 'and see how quiet she is! what a beautiful little lady. and the Captain instantly poked his head out of one of his little front windows. and much more constant to retain. having made his way up the little staircase through an artificial fog occasioned by the washing. sat on the opposite side of the fire. but he did look down.