presume to avow this knowledge to you in so many words?" “Was it for you, Sir,” she replied, "to feign that other belief, and audaciously to thrust it on ine day by day?" comparison is an extreme one; I intend it to be so; but quite just. Mr. Dombey, in the plenitude of his power, asked me—I had it from his own lips yesterday morning-to be his go-between to you, because he knows I am not agreeable to you, and "Madam, it was," he eagerly retorted. "If I because he intends that I shall be a punishment for had done less, if I had done anything but that, I your contumacy; and besides that, because he should not be speaking to you thus; and I foresaw really does consider that I, his paid servant, am an -who could better foresee, for who has had greater ambassador whom it is derogatory to the dignityexperience of Mr. Dombey than myself?-that un-not of the lady to whom I have the happiness of less your character should prove to be as yielding speaking; she has no existence in his mind-but and obedient as that of his first submissive lady, of his wife, a part of himself, to receive. You may which I did not believe-" imagine how regardless of me, how obtuse to the possibility of my having any individual sentiment or opinion he is, when he tells me, openly, that I am so employed. You know how perfectly indif. ferent to your feelings he is, when he threatens you with such a messenger. As you, of course, have not forgotten that he did." A haughty smile gave him reason to observe that ne might repeat this. "I say, which I did not believe, the time was likely to come, when such an understanding as we have now arrived at, would be serviceable." "Serviceable to whom, Sir?" she demanded, scornfully. “To you. I will not add to myself, as warning me to refrain even from that limited commendation of Mr. Dombey, in which I can honestly indulge, in order that I may not have the misfortune of say. ing anything distasteful to one whose aversion and contempt"-with great expression—" are so keen." "It is honest in you, Sir," said Edith, "to confess to your limited commendation,' and to speak in that tone of disparagement, even of him; being his chief counsellor and flatterer." "Counsellor-yes," said Carker. "Flattererno. A little reservation I fear I must confess to. But our interest and convenience commonly oblige many of us to make professions that we cannot feel. We have partnerships of interest and convenience, friendships of interest and convenience, dealings of interest and convenience, marriages of interest and convenience, every day." She bit her blood-red lip; but without wavering in the dark, stern watch she kept upon him. “Madam," said Mr. Carker, sitting down in a chair that was near her, with an air of the most profound and most considerate respect, "why should I hesitate now, being altogether devoted to your service, to speak plainly? It was natural that a lady, endowed as you are, should think it feasible to change her husband's character in some respects, and mould him to a better form." "It was not natural to me, Sir," she rejoined. "I had never any expectation or intention of that kind." The proud undaunted face showed him it was resolute to wear no mask he offered, but was set upon a reckless disclosure of itself, indifferent to any aspect in which it might present itself to such as he. "At least it was natural," he resumed, "that you should deem it quite possible to live with Mr. Dombey as his wife, at once without submitting to him, and without coming into such violent collision with him. But, Madam, you did not know Mr. Dombey (as you have since ascertained), when you thought that. You did not know how exacting and how proud he is, or ow he is, if I may say so, the slave of his own greatness, and goes yoked to his own triumphal car like a beast of burden, with no idea on earth but that it is behind him and is to be drawn on, over everything and through everything." His teeth gleamed through his malicious relish of this conceit, as he went on talking: "Mr. Dombey is really capable of no more true consideration for you, Madam, than for me. The She watched him still attentively. But he watched her too; and he saw that this indication of a knowledge, on his part, of something that had passed between herself and her husband, rankled and smarted in her haughty breast, like a poisoned arrow. "I do not recal all this to widen the breach between yourself and Mr. Dombey, Madam-Heaven forbid! what would it profit me?-but as an exaniple of the hopelessness of impressing Mr. Dombey with a sense that anybody is to be considered when he is in question. We who are about him have, in our various positions, done our part, I dare say, to confirm him in his way of thinking; but if we had not done so, others would-or they would not have been about him; and it has always been, from the beginning, the very staple of his life. Mr. Dombey has had to deal, in short, with none but submissive and dependent persons, who have bowed the knee, and bent the neck, before him. He has never known what it was to have angry pride and strong resentment opposed to him." 66 "But he will know it now!" she seemed to say; though her lips did not part, nor her eyes falter. He saw the soft down tremble once again, and he saw her lay the plumage of the beautiful bird against her bosom for a moment; and he unfolded one more ring of the coil into which he had ga thered himself. "Mr. Dombey, though a most honourable gen. tleman," he said, "is so prone to pervert even facts to his own view, when he is at all opposed, in consequence of the warp in his mind, that he can I give a better instance than this!- he sincerely believes (you will excuse the folly of what I am about to say; it not being mine) that his severe expression of opinion to his present wife, on a certain special occasion she may remember, before the lamented death of Mrs. Skewton, produced a withering effect, and for the moment quite subdued her!" Edith laughed. How harshly and unmusically need not be described. It is enough that he was glad to hear her. แ Madam," he resumed, "I have done with this. Your own opinions are so strong, and, I am persuaded, so unalterable," he repeated those words slowly and with great emphasis, "that I am almost afraid to incur your displeasure anew, when I say that in spite of these defects and my full know. ledge of them, I have become habituated to Mr. Dombey, and esteem him. But when I say so, it is not, believe me, for the mere sake of vaunting a feeling that is so utterly at variance with your own, I was, with scorn and bitterness; she sunk as if the and for which you can have no sympathy"-oh how distinct and plain, and emphasized this was! "but to give you an assurance of the zeal with which, in this unhappy matter, I am yours, and the indignation with which I regard the part I am required to fill.” She sat as if she were afraid to take her eyes from his face. And now to unwind the last ring of the coil! "It is growing late," said Carker, after a pause, "and you are, as you said, fatigued. But the second object of this interview, I must not forget. I must recommend you, I must entreat you in the most earnest manner, for sufficient reasons that I have, to be cautious in your demonstrations of regard for Miss Dombey." "Cautious! What do you mean?" "To be careful how you exhibit too much affection for that young lady." "Too much affection, Sir!" said Edith, knitting her broad brow and rising. "Who judges my affection, or measures it out. You?" "It is not I who do so." He was, or feigned to be, perplexed. "Who then?" "Can you not guess who then?" "I do not choose to guess," she answered. "Madam," he said after a little hesitation; meantime they had been, and still were, regarding each other as before; "I am in a difficulty here. You have told me you will receive no message, and you have forbidden me to return to that subject; but the two subjects are so closely entwined, I find, that unless you will accept this vague caution from one who has now the honour to possess your confidence, though the way to it has been through your displeasure, I must violate the injunction you have laid upon me." "You know that you are free to do so, Sir," said Edith. "Do it." So pale, so trembling, so impassioned! He had not miscalculated the effect, then! "His instructions were," he said, in a low voice, "that I should inform you that your demeanour towards Miss Dombey is not agreeable to him. That it suggests comparisons to him which are not favourable to himself. That he desires it may be wholly changed; and that if you are in earnest, he is confident it will be; for your continued show of affection will not benefit its object." "That is a threat," she said. ground had dropped beneath her, and in an instant would have fallen on the floor, but that he caught her in his arms. As instantaneously she threw him off, the moment that he touched her, and, drawing back, confronted him again, immoveable, with her hand stretched out. "Please to leave me. Say no more to-night." "I feel the urgency of this," said Mr. Carker, "because it is impossible to say what unforeseen consequences might arise, or how soon, from your being unacquainted with his state of mind. Í un. derstand Miss Dombey is concerned, now, at the dismissal of her old servant, which is likely to have been a minor consequence in itself. You don't blame me for requesting that Miss Dombey might not be present. May I hope so?" "I do not. Please to leave me, Sir." "I knew that your regard for the young lady, which is very sincere and strong, I am well persuaded, would render it a great unhappiness to you, ever to be a prey to the reflection that you had in. jured her position and ruined her future hopes," said Carker, hurriedly, but eagerly. "No more to-night. Leave me, if you please." "I shall be here constantly in my attendance upon him, and in the transaction of business matters. You will allow me to see you again, and to consult what should be done, and learn your wishes?" She motioned him towards the door. "I cannot even decide whether to tell him I have spoken to you yet; or to lead him to suppose that I have deferred doing so, for want of opportunity, or for any other reason. It will be necessary that you should enable me to consult with you very soon." "At any time but now," she answered. "You will understand, when I wish to see you, that Miss Dombey is not to be present; and that I seek an interview as one who has the happiness to possess your confidence, and who comes to render you every assistance in his power, and, perhaps, on many occasions, to ward off evil from her ? Looking at him still with the same apparent dread of releasing him for a moment from the influence of her steady gaze, whatever that might be, she answered, "Yes!" and once more bade him go. He bowed, as if in compliance; but turning back, when he had nearly reached the door, said: "I am forgiven, and have explained my fault. May I-for Miss Dombey's sake, and for my own "That is a threat," he answered in his voiceless-take your hand before I go?" manner of assent: adding aloud, "but not directed against you." Proud, erect, and dignified, as she stood confronting him; and looking through him, as she did, with her full bright flashing eye; and smiling, as she She gave him the gloved hand she had maimed last night. He took it in one of his, and kissed it, and withdrew. And when he had closed the door, he waved the hand with which he had taken her's, and thrust it in his breast. CHAPTER XLVI. RECOGNIZANT AND REFLECTIVE. Walking his white-legged horse thus, to the counting-house of Dombey and Son one day, he was as unconscious of the observation of two pairs of women's eyes, as of the fascinated orbs of Rob the Grinder, who, in waiting a street's length from the appointed place, as a demonstration of punctuality, vainly touched and retouched his hat to attract attention, and trotted along on foot, by his master's side, prepared to hold his stirrup when he should alight. AMONG sundry minor alterations in Mr. Carker's | ing of that gentleman's disaster. At such times, he life and habits that began to take place at this would keep clear of the obstacles in his way, time, none was more remarkable than the extra- mechanically; and would appear to see and hear ordinary diligence with which he applied himself nothing until arrival at his destination, or some to business, and the closeness with which he in- sudden chance or effort, roused him. vestigated every detail that the affairs of the House laid open to him. Always active and penetrating in such matters, his lynx-eyed vigilance now in creased twenty-fold. Not only did his wary watch keep pace with every present point that every day presented to him in some new form, but in the midst of these engrossing occupations he found leisure—that is, he made it to review the past transactions of the Firm, and his share in them, during a long series of years. Frequently when the clerks were all gone, the offices dark and empty, and all similar places of business shut up, Mr. Carker, with the whole anatomy of the iron room laid before him, would explore the mysteries of books and papers, with the patient progress of a man who was dissecting the minutest nerves and fibres of his subject. Perch, the messenger, who usually remained on these occasions, to entertain himself with the perusal of the Price Current by the light of one candle, or to doze over the fire in the outer office, at the imminent risk every moment of diving head-foremost into the coal-box, could not withhold the tribute of his admiration from this zealous conduct, although it much contracted his domestic enjoyments; and again, and again, expatiated to Mrs. Perch (now nursing twins) on the industry and acuteness of their managing gentleman in the City. "See where he goes!" cried one of these two women, an old creature, who stretched out her shrivelled arm to point him out to her companion, a young woman, who stood close beside her, with drawn like herself into a gateway. Mrs. Brown's daughter looked out, at this bidding on the part of Mrs. Brown; and there were wrath and vengeance in her face. "I never thought to look at him again," she said, in a low voice; "but it's well I should, perhaps. I see. I see!" "Not changed!" said the old woman, with a look of eager malice. "He changed!" returned the other. "What for? What has he suffered? There is change enough for twenty in me. Isn't that enough?" "See where he goes!" muttered the old woman, watching her daughter with her red eyes; "s easy, and so trim, a'horseback, while we are in tho mud-" "And of it," said her daughter impatiently. "We are inud, underneath his horse's feet. What should we be?" The same increased and sharp attention that Mr. Carker bestowed on the business of the House, he applied to his own personal affairs. Though not a partner in the concern-a distinction hitherto reserved solely to inheritors of the great name of Dombey-he was in the receipt of some per centage In the intentness with which she looked after on its dealings; and, participating in all its facili-him again, she made a hasty gesture with her hand ties for the employment of money to advantage, when the old woman began to reply, as if her view was considered, by the minnows among the tritons could be obstructed by mere sound. Her mother of the East, a rich man. It began to be said, among watching her, and not him, remained silent; until these shrewd observers, that Jem Carker, of Dom. her kindling glance subsided, and she drew a long bey's, was looking about him to see what he was breath, as if in the relief of his being gone. worth; and that he was calling in his money at a good time, like the long-headed fellow he was; and bets were even offered on the Stock Exchange that Jem was going to marry a rich widow. Yet these cares did not in the least interfere with Mr. Carker's watching of his chief, or with his cleanness, neatness, sleekness, or any cat-like quality he possessed. It was not so much that there was a change in him, in reference to any of his habits, as that the whole man was intensified. Everything that had been observable in him before, was observable now, but with a greater amount of concentration. He did each single thing, as if he did nothing else-a pretty certain indication in a man of that range of ability and purpose, that he is doing some. thing which sharpens and keeps alive his keenest powers. The only decided alteration in him, was, that as he rode to and fro along the streets, he would fall into deep fits of musing, like that in which he had come away from Mr. Dombey's house, on the morn. 20* "Deary!" said the old woman then. "Alice! Handsome gal! Ally!" She gently shook her sleeve to arouse her attention. Will you let him go like that, when you can wring money from him? Why, it's a wickedness, my daughter." 46 "Haven't I told you, that I will not have money from him?" she returned. "And don't you yet believe me? Did I take his sister's money? Would I touch a penny, if I knew it, that had gone through his white hands-unless, it was, indeed, that I could poison it, and send it back to him? Peace, mother, and come away." "And him so rich!" murmured the old woman. "And us so poor!" "Poor in not being able to pay him any of the harm we owe him," returned her daughter. "Let him give me that sort of riches, and I'll take them from him, and use them. Come away. It's no good looking at his horse. Come away, mother!" But the old woman, for whom the spectacle of Rob the Grinder returning down the street, leading 2 E the riderless horse, appeared to have some extrane-away, then indeed a cove might be considered ous interest that it did not possess in itself, surveyed tolerable lucky. Can't you go along Misses Brown, that young man with the utmost earnestness; and and not foller me!" blubbered Rob, with sudden seeming to have whatever doubts she entertained, defiance. "If the young woman's a friend of yours, resolved as he drew nearer, glanced at her daughter why don't she take you away, instead of letting with brightened eyes and with her finger on her you make yourself so disgraceful!" lip, and emerging from the gateway at the moment of his passing, touched him on the shoulder. 46 Why, where's my sprightly Rob been all this time!" she said, as he turned round. The sprightly Rob, whose sprightliness was very much diminished by the salutation, looked exceedingly dismayed, and said, with the water rising in bis eyes: "Oh! why can't you leave a poor cove alone, Misses Brown, when he 's getting an honest livelihood and conducting himself respectable? What do you come and deprive a cove of his character for, by talking to him in the streets, when he's taking his master's horse to a honest stable-a horse you'd go and sell for cats' and dogs' meat if you had your way! Why, I thought," said the Grinder, producing his concluding remark as if it were the climax of all his injuries, "that you was dead long ago!" "What!" croaked the old woman, putting her face close to his, with a malevolent grin upon it that puckered up the loose skin down in her very throat. "Do you deny your old chum! Have you lurked to my house fifty times, and slept sound in a corner when you had no other bed but the paving. stones, and do you talk to me like this! Have I bought and sold with you, and helped you in my way of business, schoolboy, sneak, and what not, and do you tell me to go along? Could I raise a crowd of old company about you to-morrow morning, that would follow you to ruin like copies of your own shadow, and do you turn on me with your bold looks! I'll go. Come Alice." "Stop, Misses Brown!" cried the distracted Grinder. "What are you doing of? Don't put yourself in a passion! Don't let her go, if you please. I haven't meant any offence. I said 'how d'ye do,' at first, didn't I? But you wouldn't anHow do you do? Besides," said Rob piteously, "look here! How can a cove stand talking in the street with his master's prad a wanting to be took to be rubbed down, and his master up to every indivigle thing that happens!" "This is the way," cried the old woman, appeal-swer. ing to her daughter, "that he talks to me, who knew him weeks and months together, my deary, and have stood his friend many and many a time among the pigeon-fancying tramps and bird-catchers." "Let the birds be, will you Misses Brown?" retorted Rob, in a tone of the acutest anguish. "I think a cove had better have to do with lions than them little creeturs, for they 're always flying back in your face, when you least expect it. Well, how dy'e do and what do you want!" These polite inquiries the Grinder uttered, as it were, under pro test, and with great exasperation and vindictive ness. "Hark how he speaks to an old friend, my deary!" said Mrs. Brown, again appealing to her daughter. "But there's some of his old friends, not so patient as me. If I was to tell some that he knows, and has sported and cheated with, where to find him-" "Will you hold your tongue, Misses Brown?" interrupted the miserable Grinder, glancing quickly round, as though he expected to see his master's teeth shining at his elbow. "What do you take a pleasure in ruining a cove for? At your time of life too! when you ought to be thinking of a variety of things!" "What a gallant horse!" said the old woman, patting the animal's neck. "Let him alone, will you Misscs Brown?" cried Rob, pushing away her hand. "You're enough to drive a penitent cove mad!" "Why, what hurt do I do him, child?" returned the old woman. "Hurt?" said Rob. "He's got a master that would find it out if he was touched with a straw." And he blew upon the place where the old woman's hand had rested for a moment, and smoothed it gently with his finger, as if he seriously believed what he said. The old woman looking back to mumble and mouth at her daughter, who followed, kept close to Rob's heel's as he walked on with the bridle in his hand, and pursued the conversation. "A good place, Rob, eh ?" said she. "You're in luck, my child." "Oh don't talk about luck, Misses Brown," reurned the wretched Grinder, facing round and pping. "If you'd never come, or if you'd go The old woman made a show of being partially appeased, but shook her head, and mouthed and muttered still. "Come aloug to the stables, and have a glass of something that's good for you, Misses Brown, can't you?" said Rob, “instead of going on, like that, which is no good to you, nor anybody else? Come along with her, will you be so kind?" said Rob. "I'm sure I'm delighted to see her, if it wasn't for the horse!" With this apology, Rob turned away, a rueful picture of despair, and walked his charge down a' bye street. The old woman, mouthing at her daughter, followed close upon him. The daughter followed. Turning into a silent little square or court-yard that had a great church tower rising above it, and a packer's warehouse, and a bottle-maker's warehouse, for its places of business, Rob the Grinder delivered the white-legged horse to the hostler of a quaint stable at the corner; and inviting Mrs. Brown and her daughter to seat themselves upon a stone bench at the gate of that establishment, soon reappeared from a neighbouring public-house with a pewter measure and a glass. "Here's master-Mr. Carker, child!" said the old woman, slowly, as her sentiment before drinking. "Lord bless him!" 66 'Why, I didn't tell you who he was," observed Rob, with staring eyes. "We know him by sight," said Mrs. Brown, whose working mouth and nodding head, stopped for the moment, in the fixedness of her attention. "We saw him pass this morning, afore he got off his horse; when you were ready to take it." "Aye, aye?' returned Rob, appearing to wish that his readiness had carried him to any other place." What's the matter with her? Won't sho drink?" This inquiry had reference to Alice, who, folded in her cloak, sat a little apart, profoundly inatten tive to his offer of the replenished glass. The old woman shook her head, “Don't mind her," she said; "she's a strange creetur, if you | ver come to tell your poor old friend how fortunate know'd her, Rob. But Mr. Carker-" Hush!" said Rob, glancing cautiously up at the packer's, and at the bottle-maker's, as if, from any one of the tiers of warehouses, Mr. Carker might be looking down. "Softly." "Why, he ain't here!" cried Mrs. Brown. "I don't know that," muttered Rob, whose glance even wandered to the church tower, as if he might be there, with a supernatural power of hearing. "Good master?" inquired Mrs. Brown. Rob nodded; and added, in a low voice," precious sharp." "Lives out of town, don't he, lovey?" said the old woman. "When he's at home," returned Rob; "but we don't live at home just now." "Where then ?" asked the old woman. Rob. The younger woman fixed her eyes so searchingly upon him, and so suddenly, that Rob was quite confounded, and offered the glass again, but with no more effect upon her than before. "Mr. Dombey-you and I used to talk about him, sometimes, you know," said Rob to Mrs. Brown. "You used to get me to talk about him." The old woman nodded. "Well, Mr. Dombey, he's had a fall from his horse," said Rob, unwillingly; “and my master has to be up there, more than usual, either with him, or Mrs. Dombey, or some of 'ein; and so we've come to town." "Are they good friends, lovey?" asked the old woman. "Who?" retorted Rob. "He and she." you were, proud lad! Oho Oho!" "Oh here's a dreadful go for a cove that's got a master wide awake in the neighbourhood!" exclaimed the wretched Grinder. "To be howled over like this here!" "Won't you come and see me, Robby!" cried Mrs. Brown. "Oho won't you ever come and see me?" "Yes, I tell you! Yes, I will!" returned the Grinder. "That's my own Rob! That's my lovey!" said Mrs. Brown, drying the tears upon her shrivelled face, and giving him a tender squeeze. “At the old place, Rob?" "Yes," replied the Grinder. Soon, Robby dear ?" cried Mrs. Brown; "and often ?" "Yes. Yes. Yes," replied Rob. "I will in deed, upon my soul and body." "And then," said Mrs. Brown, with her arms uplifted towards the sky, and her head thrown back and shaking, "if he's true to his word, I'll never come a-near him, though I know where he is, and never breathe a syllable about him! Never!" This ejaculation seemed a drop of comfort to the miserable Grinder, who shook Mrs. Brown by the hand upon it, and implored her, with tears in his eyes, to leave a cove and not destroy his prospects. Mrs. Brown, with another fond embrace, assented; but in the act of following her daughter, turned back, with her finger stealthily raised, and asked in a hoarse whisper for some money. "A shilling, dear!" she said, with her eager, avaricious face," or sixpence! For old acquaintance sake. I'm so poor. And my handsome gal" -looking over her shoulder-" she's my gal, Rob "What, Mr. and Mrs. Dombey ?" said Rob.-half starves me." "How should I know!" "Not them-Master and Mrs. Dombey, chick," replied the old woman, coaxingly. "I don't know," said Rob, looking round him again. "I suppose so. How curious you are, Misses Brown! Least said, soonest mended.” "Why, there's no harm in it!" exclaimed the old woman, with a laugh, and a clap of her hands. "Sprightly Rob has grown tame since he has been well off! There's no harm in it." But as the reluctant Grinder put it in her hand, her daughter, coming quietly back, caught the hand in hers, and twisted out the coin. "What," she said, "mother! always money! money from the first, and to the last. Do you mind so little what I said but now? Here. Take it!" The old woman uttered a moan as the money was restored, but without in any other way oppos. ing its restoration, hobbled at her daughter's side "No, there's no harm in it, I know," returned out of the yard, and along the bye street upon Rob, with the same distrustful glance at the pack-which it opened. The astonished and dismayed er's and the bottle-maker's, and the church; "but blabbing, if it's only about the number of buttons on my master's coat, won't do. I tell you it won't do with him. A cove had better drown himself. He says so. I shouldn't have so much as told you what his name was, if you hadn't known it. Talk about somebody else." As Rob took another cautious survey of the yard, the old woman made a secret motion to her daughter. It was inomentary, but the daughter, with a slight look of intelligence, withdrew her eyes from the boy's face, and sat folded in her cloak as before. "Rob, lovey!" said the old woman, beckoning him to the other end of the bench. "You were always a pet and favourite of mine. Now, weren't you? Don't you know you were?" "Yes, Misses Brown," replied the Grinder, with a very bad grace. "And you could leave me!" said the old woman, flinging her arms about his neck. "You could go away, and grow almost out of knowledge, and ne Rob staring after them, saw that they stopped, and fell to earnest conversation very soon; and more than once observed a darkly threatening action of the younger woman's hand (obviously having reference to some one of whom they spoke), and a crooning feeble imitation of it on the part of Mrs. Brown, that made him earnestly hope he might not be the subject of their discourse. With the present consolation that they were gone, and with the prospective comfort that Mrs. Brown could not live for ever, and was not likely to live long to trouble him, the Grinder, not otherwise regretting his misdeeds than as they were attended with such disagreeable incidental consequences, composed his ruffled features to a more serene expression by thinking of the admirable manner in which he had disposed of Captain Cuttle (a reflection that seldom failed to put him in a flow of spirits), and went to the Dombey Counting House to receive his master's orders. There, his master, so subtle and vigilant of eye, that Rob quaked before him, more than half e |