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maid. Mr. Dombey having finished his communication to Carker, the latter advanced obsequiously to take leave.
"I trust," he said, "that the fatigues of this delightful evening will not inconvenience Mrs. Dombey to-morrow.”
"Mrs. Dombey," said Mr. Dombey, advancing, "has sufficiently spared herself fatigue, to relieve you from any anxiety of that kind. I regret to say, Mrs. Dombey, that I could have wished you had fatigued yourself a little more on this occasion."
She looked at him with a supercilious glance, that it seemed not worth her while to protract, and turned away her eyes without speaking.
"I am sorry, Madam," said Mr. Dombey, "that you should not have thought it your duty-"
She looked at him again.
"Your duty, Madam," pursued Mr. Dombey, "to have received my friends with a little more deference. Some of those whom you have been pleased to slight to-night in a very marked manner, Mrs. Dombey, confer a distinction upon you, I must tell you, in any visit they pay you."
"Do you know that there is some one here?" she returned, now looking at him steadily.
"No! Carker! I beg that you do not. I insist that you do not," cried Mr. Dombey, stopping that noiseless gentleman in his withdrawal.
"Mr. Carker, Madam, as you know, possesses my confidence. He is as well acquainted as myself with the subject on which I speak. I beg to tell you, for your information, Mrs. Dombey, that I consider these wealthy and important persons confer a distinction upon me :" and Mr. Dombey drew himself up, as having now rendered them of the highest possible importance.
I ask you," she repeated, bending her disdainful, steady gaze upon him, "do you know that there is some one here, Sir ?"
"I must entreat," said Mr. Carker, stepping forward, “ I must beg, I must demand, to be released. Slight and unimportant as this difference is-"
Mrs. Skewton, who had been intent upon her daughter's face, took him up here.
"My sweetest Edith," she said, "and my dearest Dombey; our excellent friend Mr. Carker, for so I am sure I ought to mention him-”
Mr. Carker murmured, "Too much honor."
"-has used the very words that were in my mind, and that I have been dying, these ages, for an opportunity of introducing. Slight and unimportant! My sweetest Edith, and my dearest Dombey, do we not know that any difference between you two -No, Flowers; not now."
Flowers was the maid, who, finding gentlemen present, retreated with precipitation.
"That any difference between you two," resumed Mrs. Skewton, "with the Heart you possess in common, and the excessively charming bond of feeling that there is between you, must be slight and unimportant? What words could better define the fact? None. Therefore I am glad to take this slight occasion -this trifling occasion, that is so replete with Nature, and your individual characters, and all that-so truly calculated to bring the tears into a parent's eyes—to say that I attach no importance to them in the least, except as developing these minor elements of Soul; and that, unlike most mamas-in-law (that odious phrase, dear Dombey!) as they have been represented to me to exist in this I fear too artificial world, I never shall attempt to interpose between you, at such a time, and never can much regret, after all, such little flashes of the torch of What's-his-name -not Cupid, but the other delightful creature."
There was a sharpness in the good mother's glance at both her children as she spoke, that may have been expressive of a direct and well-considered purpose hidden between these rambling words. That purpose, providently to detach herself in the beginning from all the clankings of their chain that were to come, and to shelter herself with the fiction of her innocent belief in their mutual affection, and their adaptation to each other.
"I have pointed out to Mrs. Dombey," said Mr. Dombey, in his most stately manner, "that in her conduct thus early in our married life, to which I object, and which, I request, may be corrected. Carker," with a nod of dismissal, "good night to you!"
Mr. Carker bowed to the imperious form of the Bride, whose sparkling eye was fixed upon her husband; and stopping at Cleopatra's couch on his way out, raised to his lips the hand she graciously extended to him, in lowly and admiring homage.
If his handsome wife had reproached him, or even changed countenance, or broken the silence in which she remained, by one word, now that they were alone (for Cleopatra made off with all speed), Mr. Dombey would have been equal to some assertion of his case against her. But the intense, unutterable, withering scorn, with which, after looking upon him, she dropped her eyes as if he were too worthless and indifferent to her to be challenged with a syllable-the ineffable disdain and haughtiness in which she sat before him-the cold inflexible resolve with which her every feature seemed to bear him down, and put him by he had no resource against; and he left her, with her whole overbearing beauty concentrated on despising him.
Was he coward enough to watch her, an hour afterwards, on the old well staircase, where he had once seen Florence in the moonlight, toiling up with Paul? Or was he in the dark by accident, when, looking up, he saw her coming, with a light, from the room where Florence lay, and marked again the face so changed, which he could not subdue?
But it could never alter as his own did. It never, in its utmost pride and passion, knew the shadow that had fallen on his, in the dark corner, on the night of the return; and often since; and which deepened on it now, as he looked up.
More Warnings than One.
FLORENCE, Edith, and Mrs. Skewton, were together next day, and the carriage was waiting at the door to take them out. For Cleopatra had her galley again now, and Withers, no longer the wan, stood upright in a pigeon-breasted jacket and military trowsers, behind her wheel-less chair at dinner time, and butted no
more. The hair of Withers was radiant with pomatum, in these days of down, and he wore kid gloves and smelt of the water of Cologne.
They were assembled in Cleopatra's room. The Serpent of old Nile (not to mention her disrespectfully) was reposing on her sofa sipping her morning chocolate at three o'clock in the afternoon, and Flowers the Maid was fastening on her youthful cuffs and frills, and performing a kind of private coronation ceremony on her, with a peach-colored velvet bonnet; the artificial roses in which nodded to uncommon advantage, as the palsy trifled with them, like a breeze.
"I think I am a little nervous this morning, Flowers," said Mrs. Skewton. "My hand quite shakes.”
"You were the life of the party last night, Ma'am, you know," returned Flowers," and you suffer for it to-day, you see."
Edith, who had beckoned Florence to the window, and was looking out, with her back turned on the toilet of her esteemed mother, suddenly withdrew from it, as if it had lightened.
"My darling child," cried Cleopatra, languidly, "you are not nervous? Don't tell me, my dear Edith, that you, so enviably self-possessed, are beginning to be a martyr too, like your unfortunately constituted mother! Withers, some one at the door." "Card, Ma'am," said Withers, taking it towards Mrs. Dombey. "I am going out," she said, without looking at it.
My dear love," drawled Mre. Skewton, "how very odd to send that message without seeing the name! Bring it here, Withers. Dear me, my love; Mr. Carker, too! That very sensible person!"
"I am going out," repeated Edith, in so imperious a tone that Withers, going to the door, imperiously informed the servant who was waiting," Mrs. Dombey is going out. Get along with you," and shut it on him.
But the servant came back after a short absence, and whispered to Withers again, who once more, and not very willingly, presented himself before Mrs. Dombey.
"If you please, Ma'am, Mr. Carker sends his respectful compliments, and begs you would spare him one minute, if you could -for business, Ma'am, if you please."
Really, my love," said Mrs. Skewton in her mildest man
ner; for her daughter's face was threatening; "if you would allow me to offer a word, I should recommend-"
"Show him this way," said Edith. As Withers disappeared to execute the command, she added, frowning on her mother, "As he comes at your recommendation, let him come to your room."
May I shall I go away?" asked Florence, hurriedly. Edith nodded yes, but on her way to the door Florence met the visitor coming in. With the same disagreeable mixture of familiarity and forbearance, with which he had first addressed her, he addressed her now in his softest manner-hoped she was quite well-needed not to ask, with such looks to anticipate the answer-had scarcely had the honor to know her, last night, she was so greatly changed-and held the door open for her to pass out; with a secret sense of power in her shrinking from him, that all the deference and politeness of his manner could not quite conceal.
He then bowed himself for a moment over Mrs. Skewton's condescending hand, and lastly bowed to Edith. Coldly returning his salute without looking at him, and neither seating herself nor inviting him to be seated, she waited for him to speak.
Entrenched in her pride and power, and with all the obduracy of her spirit summoned about her, still her old conviction that she and her mother had been known by this man in their worst colors, from their first acquaintance; that every degradation she had suffered in her own eyes was as plain to him as to herself; that he read her life as though it were a vile book, and fluttered the leaves before her in slight looks and tones of voice which no one else could detect; weakened and undermined her. Proudly as she opposed herself to him, with her commanding face exacting his humility, her disdainful lip repulsing him, her bosom angry at his intrusion, and the dark lashes of her eyes sullenly veiling their light, that no ray of it might shine upon him-and submissively as he stood before her, with an entreating injured manner, but with complete submission to her will-she knew, in her own soul, that the cases were reversed, and that the triumph and superiority were his, and that he knew it full well.
"I have presumed," said Mr. Carker, "to solicit an interview,