ILLUSTRATIONS. PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS. "WHY, WHAT CAN YOU WANT WITH DOMBEY AND SON'S?" "TO KNOW THE WAY THERE, IF YOU PLEASE Frontispiece "PAUL ALSO ASKED HIM, AS A PRACTICAL MAN, WHAT HE THOUGHT ABOUT KING ALFRED'S IDEA OF MEASURING TIME BY THE BURNING OF CANDLES; TO WHICH THE WORKMAN REPLIED, THAT HE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE THE RUIN OF THE CLOCK TRADE IF IT WAS TO COME UP AGAIN "GO AND MEET HER" ΙΟΙ 196 66 " Go," SAID THE GOOD-HUMOURED MANAGER, GATHERING UP HIS SKIRTS, AND STANDING ASTRIDE ON THE HEARTH-RUG, "LIKE A SENSIBLE FELLOW, AND LET US HAVE NO TURNING OUT, OR ANY SUCH VIOLENT MEASURES 239 PAGE . 300 304 316 "Mr. Toots replies by launching wildly out into Miss Dombey's praises, and by insinuations that sometimes he thinks he should like to blow his brains out" "Dombey," says Cousin Feenix, "upon my soul, I am very much shocked to see you on such a melancholy occasion" "Do you call it managing this establishment, madam," said Mr. Dombey, "to leave a person like this at liberty to come and talk to me?" "Miss Dombey," returned Mr. Toots, "if you'll only name one, you'll-you'll give me an appetite. To which," said Mr. Toots, with some sentiment, "I have long been a stranger " "Flung it down, and trod upon the glittering heap" 336 "Thrown down in a costly mass upon the ground was every ornament she had had since she had been his wife; every dress she had worn; and everything she had possessed" 320 340 272 66 280 284 No, no!" cried Florence, shrinking back as she rose up, and putting out her hands to keep her Captain Cuttle gives them the Lovely Peg 444 . 448 . 449 CHAPTER I. DOMBEY AND SON. OMBEY sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great armchair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire, and close to it, as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin, and it was essential to toast him brown while he was very new. Dombey was about eight-and-forty years of age. Son about eight-and-forty minutes. Dombey was rather bald, rather red, and though a handsome, well-made man, too stern and pomp-| DOMBEY AND SON, I. ous in appearance to be prepossessing. Son was very bald, and very red, and though (of course) an undeniably fine infant, somewhat crushed and spotted in his general effect as yet. On the brow of Dombey, Time and his brother Care had set some marks, as on a tree that was to come down in good time-remorseless twins they are for striding through their human forests, notching as they go-while the countenance of Son was crossed and recrossed with a thousand little creases, which the same deceitful Time would take delight in smoothing out and wearing away with the flat part of his scythe, as a preparation of the surface for his deeper operations. Dombey, exulting in the long-looked-for event, jingled and jingled the heavy gold watch-chain that depended from below his trim blue coat, whereof the buttons sparkled phosphorescently 291 |