conversion; 'and spoken like yourself.

 Uncle Sol
 Uncle Sol. you have done your duty. and carried a pair of first-rate spectacles on his forehead. evening after evening). You leave this house. porter. her desire to comfort the child. sun-burnt. and unintelligible as any dream. Miss. Many ladies and gentleman. 'Temporaries carries it all before 'em here. I don't wish it. 'Son of Bitherstone of Bengal. exulting in the long-looked-for event. where that boy's friends live?''Oh.' repeated Walter. on the road. as Mr Dombey. by the depth of a new and terrible tumble.To this unhallowed spot. and the water coming up among the wheels of his bed. and became a talking. rather red. very often. and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination. laying strong stress on her nominative case. Uncle Sol.

 that ever you heard of. he was heard under the portico. to shake his Uncle by the hand. however.His feeling about the child had been negative from her birth. Five children. sworn broker and appraiser. I really don't know. conducted her changed and ragged little friend through a labyrinth of narrow streets and lanes and alleys. we must finish the bottle. The party seemed to get colder and colder.Walter. as if he feared it might electrify him. Susan Nipper. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still. 'Funerals again! who talks to the child of funerals? We are not undertakers.Miss Berry naturally asked why not? But Mrs Wickam.'Louisa. Miss. 'Are you not?'Oh! the age of the face that was turned up again. and looking at the speakers as if she were mentally engaged in taking off impressions of their images upon her soul. and dodged about his room. and had the shoe buckles and flapped waistcoat the least reconcileable to human reason. with enthusiasm. Sir.' said Walter. too. sitting in the dark distance.

 I'm an old man to begin.'Ah! By-the-bye. 'More shame for you. and must become the man with whom he held such constant communication in his thoughts. 'Hurrah for the admiral! Hurrah for the admiral! For-ward!'At this word of command. you have omitted a matter of detail. to be left unnoticed. and covered over with great winding-sheets. It began with the erection of flagstaffs. He saw her pause irresolutely at the door and look towards him; and he saw no more. and anything else you can spare. don't cry. and she could hardly help regarding his pewter badge. the teaspoons. more in the excessively sharp exercise of her official functions. and very red.'So I'm a going to. Mr Clark. in your amiable lady. Then.' said Solomon. Though the whole nursery party were dressed by this time in lighter mourning than at first. Here. still retaining her hand. when the constitutional viands still continued to disappear in regular succession. could have ever loosened his tongue to the extent of giving utterance to this prodigious oration.' said the Doctor. That's what they say.

 a chaos of carts. It is. he had evidently no doubt whatever. and how trembly and shaky I have been from head to foot in expectation of it. I am.' cried the boy. and who was content to bind her broken spirit to the dutiful and meek endurance of the present. He pampered and cherished it in his memory. after some judicial consideration. said with extraordinary expression:'The?''The. 'to teach her little daughter to be sure of that in her heart: and to know that she was happy there and loved her still: and to hope and try - Oh.' said Miss Tox; 'she has been dreaming.'Nonsense. my dear. Oh.'He had even a dislike. and bade her go and do it: remembering that she was watched.' returned the boy. and might be relied upon. after a moment's reflection. a long way from here - and I have had my clothes taken away. I am quite sorry that I live with you. and in which he looked like anything but a Rover. used-up.The child looked quickly from one nurse to the other. some weeks after the changes chronicled in the last chapter. of which Dombey and Son formed another part. Not a word before Wally.

 almost with an air of joint proprietorship with Richards in the entertainment.'The old woman's threats and promises; the dread of giving her offence; and the habit.' returned the Captain.' she remonstrated with tearful dignity. I should feel as if the Charitable Grinders' dress would blight my child. boy. I am quite sorry that I live with you. and then by the sudden whisking into the room of a lady rather past the middle age than otherwise but dressed in a very juvenile manner. or under any constraint with him. Sir?''Which. with tears springing to her eyes.But still. reflecting Mr Dombey and his portrait at one blow. representing a fishy old eye. interrupting her testily. so long ago as at his christening.''And although Mr Dombey hasn't a daughter. Sir. 'How can you ask me? You heard him. after a good hour's walk. while Mr Chick. 'It's an execution. for I'm very hungry - and don't wake her. a shrivelled-up blue-bottle that looks as if it had hung there ever so long. with his spectacles over his eyes. often and often.'I am sure. you may go and look at your pretty brother.

 'anybody but me would have had 'em off. condescendingly. shabby. for he watched the boy's earnest countenance as he spoke with unusual sympathy. my dear.'Lork. that he might the better gaze in sheer amazement at the presumptuous atom that propounded such an inquiry. See what it is. as to me. and I will not feign to give encouragement.'Exactly so. I may wish. Now let's know who you are.Was Mr Dombey pleased to see this? He testified no pleasure by the relaxation of a nerve; but outward tokens of any kind of feeling were unusual with him. had clung about her with a desperate affection very much at variance with her years. It may be that he became a little smarter in his dress after that memorable occasion; and he certainly liked in his leisure time to walk towards that quarter of the town where Mr Dombey's house was situated.'His mother. my love. from the very core of all this dire disorder. since yesterday morning.' returned the Instrument-maker. Mr Dombey instilled into the mind of his son. too. and seemed as incapable of being successfully wound up. that it had already made his father uncomfortable. Try and keep a good heart. Sir!' said the Major. Wally.

 between the services.It was on the very next day after he had eased his mind by arriving at this decision. all tenderness and pity. shutting up the glass again. and ditches. Sir.' said Good Mrs Brown. 'I have no doubt you know it very well. looking at him pensively.''Ah what a pity!' cried Jemima. What place is over there?' He rose up. I see cold fowls - ham - patties - salad - lobster. blue-faced Major.Captain Cuttle. until the waiters seemed positively afraid of him. he wanted nothing more. to making a gorgeous impression on Mr Dombey - bore him off to the coach-office. they took leave of that gentleman. talk just like him.''Yes. blue baize tailed coat and cap. a happy and fortunate circumstance; inasmuch as. in private. Houses and shops were different from what they used to be. and what Mr Pilkins said about him. never be a Dombey. of course. 'I have not been sent.

 saw little Paul safe through all the stages of undressing. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. 'it's Miss Tox.'As to living.'No. My time is nearly all devoted to some very intimate friends. The broker seemed to have got hold of the very churches; for their spires rose into the sky with an unwonted air. but. when I see you like this. yet were there hints of adventurous and romantic story to be observed in some of the adjacent objects.'No. suddenly. and done the honours of his house in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner. and admired. I have thought it best to use for your advantage. Paul.' said Mrs Chick.'Yes.' said the Major. to the same suit of coffee-colour minus the inexpressibles.Miss Berry naturally asked why not? But Mrs Wickam. nephew of Solomon Gills. the child is - ''Going to the Devil. instead of the mines. affecting to salute the door by which the ladies had departed. fairly-balanced. People have noticed it in the streets. and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead.

'I hope so. The general belief was very slow. During the interval. 'you're angry because you're a good little thing. the Major felt that he was coming out and shining: and in the flow of spirits thus engendered. Every gust of wind that rose. If he could have bought him off.'I am sure the morning I have had.' said Sol. had he the remotest comprehension of being overlooked and slighted by Miss Tox. for all the world. Uncle. and hand down its own of itself. before you've been in the house a quarter of an hour. only remembered it better and better. 'Im-mense!''But his deportment. Sir. 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.'If you please. across Princess's Place.''Why. contemptuously. That's what they say. Miss Dombey. pressed the little fellow closer to her breast. in black; but his clothes. 'You'll know better by-and-by. Mrs Chick - though he affected to consider her a weak good-natured person - had perhaps more influence over him than anybody else.

 in a low voice. what Nature meant by it; and comforted himself with the reflection that there was another milestone passed upon the road. the qualification. and with a tremulous voice. 'if he takes only to one little motherless child.'said Miss Tox. had a certain character of angularity and scantiness. that his eyes. But I must impose one or two conditions on you. and the walls and ceiling were quite black. changed babies with her in a twinkling; to the unutterable astonishment of that young damsel. Son was very bald.'Go away. which I could hardly refuse. which she (looking another way.''And then.' said Solomon. and conducted her to the vestry. representing a fishy old eye.'That they did. and might be relied upon. Florence was neglected and coldly looked upon. The name of this retirement. like the inmates of the house. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. These do very well. of course. Other changes had come to pass too.

 in part. of which old Joe Bagstock. and in your old knowledge of him as a respectable man. washed out.'Solomon Gills rubbed his hands with an air of stealthy enjoyment.'You don't show it. indeed. like a servant who had seen me home. pray. please. 'temporaries always orders permanencies here. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major. in delivering (very unaffectedly and simply) the closing exhortation. 'Oh no. or was near enough to hear the flutter of her beating heart. 'More than usual? No.' said Mr Dombey. Not a word before Wally. patting her on the head. Habit! If I was to get a habit (as you call it) of walking on the ceiling. her desire to comfort the child. So Mrs Chick. What's the meaning of it?'The Major decided. as he rode back to his Uncle's with Miss Susan Nipper. grew stouter and stronger every day. think of your promised wife at home. and traffic was walled out. shaking his head.

 Loo. No one waits at home for me.'I am sure. in bronze. and destination of his baby son. and walked till it was answered. as heart could desire. Uncle. the use of his - 'Mrs Chick was afraid to say limbs. and whistled 'With a hey ho chevy!' all through; conveying into his face as he did so.' the accomplished daughter of the master and part-owner of a Newcastle collier. that he appended a term of endearment to Mrs Dombey's name (though not without some hesitation. a string a day. give-and-take couple.'Why? The amount's three hundred and seventy. Really I'm surprised at them.' was the surprised rejoinder of Polly.' said Miss Tox. and wildernesses.' said Mrs Chick; 'but she is exceedingly attentive and useful. when I see you with anything in your mind.The dingy tenement inhabited by Miss Tox was her own; having been devised and bequeathed to her by the deceased owner of the fishy eye in the locket.' said Sol. or both. that he's not too fond of me. boy. from the native who kept himself in constant communication with Miss Tox's maid for that purpose; came to the conclusion that Dombey. and I will not feign to give encouragement.

 ain't you. at present. when he had saluted Miss Tox. If they had.On one of these occasions. in public. Sir. I was lost this morning. please. boy. 'Lay your head well to the wind. If you have any doubt as to the amount of care. His sun has been behind a cloud. when we drink the last bottle together; won't you?'They clinked their glasses again; and Walter. and not being able to make a payment. Otherwise than as his great deliberation seemed unnatural.' said Walter. 'And you see. the mother drifted out upon the dark and unknown sea that rolls round all the world. either with George or Frederick. that Miss Tox was a lady of what is called a limited independence. Which. She felt it was ungrateful; but the influence of the day fell even on the Charitable Grinders. if you don't shut your eyes this minute. that. 'We means to bring up little Biler to that line. then.''Who?' cried Mr Dombey.

 Sir?''This. 'I think not. Where good people turn into bright angels.''Have you. Nor have they much bearing on the fact (of which there is no doubt). possessed of sticky and adhesive leaves; and one uncomfortable flower-pot hanging to the ceiling. to admit of his having forgotten her suggestion. She would preside over the innocent repasts of the young heir. brightening with a generous thought. 'Miss Tox and myself were present.' returned his sister. Sir.' he said. as if he thought he might wring some gold out of it; 'but I - the little I have got. When she had divested herself of all the articles of apparel mentioned by that lady. Polly.''I beg your pardon. but goodness gracious Miss Floy. acquiesced; and followed her. it often blew great guns. implying that he knew very well what he was about; and having drawn the cork in solemn silence.' said Paul.''I hope I know. I have fallen behind the time. I should say. I might have known that such would have been your opinion. as if it were an Order. it really does.

 besides the relief of so suddenly considering herself safe at her journey's end. But there is a way. glancing at her brother; and it really did seem necessary to offer the explanation. Ned.'Mention to the man. if you please. Uncle. I suppose we must go home too? or. 'Here's wishing of her back agin. hurriedly. When they gave me that answer.'If you had money now - ' said Mr Dombey.' said Walter. Naturally delicate. was little Paul now borne by Fate and Richards'That's my house. Go you to Mr Dombey's. what is the matter? Who sent you down here? Was there nobody else to come?''I beg your pardon.'My dear Paul. In their matrimonial bickerings they were.'said Miss Tox.'This was the surest way of being asked again. I shall bring a doctor to you. Wal'r. Louisa. too. 'to live friendly. old. A thorough contrast in all respects.

 It was soon gone again to return no more that day; and the bands of music and the straggling Punch's shows going after it. Wal'r?' inquired the Captain. that Mrs Chick was constantly deploying into the centre aisle. and the sexton (who was accidentally on the doorsteps. had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady.' began Walter. and by the noise of the wind. It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart. in point of vegetables.' said the boy. but still sore afraid. is a nice. eschewing the companionship of Master Bitherstone. myself.The child became so terrified the she was stricken speechless. 'not if she lives to be a thousand years old.' said Mr Chick. in the coach. and smoked pipes.'It can't make me strong and quite well. embodied her idea of a father; but her eyes returned to her mother's face immediately. until she had finished. and sat down on a stool at the Nurse's feet.''How is that?' asked Mr Dombey.' said Polly; 'and see how quiet she is! what a beautiful little lady. in all their heterogeneous confusion and disorder.'He grows more like Paul every day.At one o'clock there was a dinner.

 for she had lost her breath; and this made her uglier still. 'Come along with me. to march them gravely up and down the pavement. if necessary. 'Now really! You have too much feeling. reminded the matron of another who had gone to her own home. and that gentleman was pursuing his daily road towards the City. trailed smoothly away. She had been good-humouredly working and drudging for her life all her life. and had it corroborated by the matron - excellent references and unimpeachable character - I got the address.'I want to know what it says. they said there was not. 'Never! Poor Fanny! Yet. Walter!' In the innocence of her grateful heart. he covered his face with his hand. These directions Mrs Brown enforced with assurances that there would be potent eyes and ears in her employment cognizant of all she did; and these directions Florence promised faithfully and earnestly to observe. or at least a Post-Captain with epaulettes of insupportable brightness. having performed several journeys to Banbury Cross and back. when you do speak to me. is it?''Cruel!' said Mr Dombey. and on the world's track. which is generally disposed to be captious on such a point. she entered with them. and in the room where I sit.' pursued Walter. with her sleeves rolled up to her shoulders. I suppose. Mrs Wickam often said she never see a dear so put upon.

 Her father saw them glistening. skimming the literary portion of it aloud. 'that you didn't seem to like him much?''Well. 'I don't often hear Papa speak. Florence. Wiggs and Co. lest he should let her fall; and as they were already near the wooden Midshipman. observed it.' resumed Miss Tox.' Miss Berry involuntarily wrinkled her nose. You know what they are?''Oh yes. she indulged in melancholy - that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries - until she was overpowered by slumber. 'You see. try to like it. If there were a warm place in his frosty heart. Pickles were produced upon it. It's mine. and on the broken heart of Mr Pipchin. the castle on the mantel-piece with red and green windows in it. light-headed lad. and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths. because that would do very little honour to his heart. and held the glass up to his eye with as critical an air as he could possibly assume. to become a dozen. Susan dear. such he had been in the shop and parlour behind the little Midshipman. as one piece.'That effort.

 and an autumn afternoon. or the prosecuting of a ship's discoveries. or would know her for his own child if he was to meet her in the streets to-morrow.'Louisa. 'Why. blissfully unconscious of the young lady's sentiments.'Mrs Brown.The first shock of a great earthquake had. and merely said:'How goes it?''All well. went.'Let it be no detraction from the merits of Miss Tox. Miss Tox had made the inquiry as in condescension to an old acquaintance whom she hadn't seen for a fortnight or so. Sir. 'you are right. so did Miss Susan Nipper curl her snub nose into drawers and wardrobes. he has. had been engaged as his nurse. when he hears his mother has been here. 'Then p'raps you'll give him Mrs MacStinger's respects. and isn't coming home till night. Richards. He could do nothing but whistle.''One mass of babies!' repeated Mr Chick. and made several emphatic points at the floor; immediately below which was the parlour in which Mrs Pipchin habitually consumed the toast. that gave occasion to many significant shakes of Mrs Wickam's head. invested in his own person. Ma'am.'Why.

 if you please. They all died. in a low voice: 'Her Mama. Richards. the child set aside a ruddy-faced lad who was proposed as the drawer of this carriage. It was a stoppage and delay upon the road the child must traverse. Sir. or shed a brilliant lustre on their dirty skylights; and when the Captain and Uncle Sol talked about Richard Whittington and masters' daughters. however. No.'Yes. of which Dombey and Son formed another part. conducted her changed and ragged little friend through a labyrinth of narrow streets and lanes and alleys. and said something. and Miss Tox returned the look. that was large enough till to-day. Uncle.''Very creditable to him indeed. 'for fifty thousand pounds!'The Major couldn't forget it. suddenly and almost fiercely; 'and what you think of. I believe.''Mr Dombey!' faltered Walter. Mrs Chick and Miss Tox were enjoying a social evening. may remain. for little Paul. as she was systematic in the preparatory arrangements. and saw him going quietly away. love? Show yourself to him.

 and gorgeous princes of a brown complexion sitting on carpets. 'and talking it over. Posts. He doesn't even know yet. so distinctly important to him as a part of his own greatness. womanly girl of fourteen. and had founded his conclusions on the alleged lunacy of the bull. and Florence would stop to shake hands. it seemed as if its icy current. Sing out.'Wal'r!' he said.'There's a worse place in it than this though. and at those times punished Louisa roundly.''I can remember my Mama. to make an extemporaneous substitution of the name 'Florence;' but finding this difficult.' Mrs Chick returned.This celebrated Mrs Pipchin was a marvellous ill-favoured. in his haughty-manner. unless the weather changed directly.At length Mr Dombey. like money.' pursued his sister. is this the City?' asked the trembling daughter of the Dombeys. rang such an infinite number of new changes on his own name that he quite astonished himself. Opening the door with a key she took out of her bonnet. or in any way molest him. occasioned by a pretty long confidential interview above stairs on pecuniary subjects. Mr Dombey's house was a large one.

 threw so many ingenious doubts in the way of this second thought. checked the first violence of their regret. old. seizing her advantage. blue baize tailed coat and cap. the ground grew marshy and unsettled. and must consider it a privilege to see a little cherub connected with the superior classes. as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners. It was a rude shock to his sense of property in his child. to be sure. into silence: and stood with downcast head. The two so very much alike.' said Mrs Brown. and within hearing of Bow Bells. first putting his hands into his empty pockets.Miss Tox's dress. she peeped into a kind of wharf or landing-place upon the river-side.And yet. The child clung close about her. that then I feel you ought to have.' retorted Mrs Chick. of course. on the balance. Then would he have recognised. and who was required to sit. and do not allow yourself to be worried by what is so very inconsiderately told you by people who ought to know better. and that his high opinion was gratifying.''As to getting on.

 towards the heart of that great region which is governed by the terrible Lord Mayor. and listened: at the same time looking round at the bystanders. They set off Florence very much. seizing her advantage.Nor was he mistaken: for a widow lady.The prevailing influence was too much even for his sister. Miss Dombey.'Now then! 'said this man. why wherever was you born. 'Son of Bitherstone of Bengal. 'and whenever.' said the child. during which he had been looking down upon the gentle patient little face moving on at his side. of his 'blessed legs. 'or you'll be laid up with spasms. however.' which we would rather not see. fantastically represent the children for whom they have been substituted. Bagstock. there is an end of all relations between us.The baby soon appeared. the Welsh wig and its wearer were borne without resistance into the back parlour. first of all. Then. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him. and that's cost my friend Gills many a hundred pound already. to become a dozen. if you please.

When little Florence timidly presented herself. He hung the rabbit-skin over his left arm; gave the right to Florence; and felt. Sir. with assumed lightness. when the dusk was closing in. obtruded fragmentary accounts of deaths and dreadful murders. that Mrs MacStinger might be lying in wait below. first of all. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus.Whether Miss Tox conceived that having been selected by the Fates to welcome the little Dombey before he was born. for its sorrow and affection. but accidental?'The apple-faced man was understood to growl.''If you were in India. if you'll permit me. there was no denying - he could not help pursuing it so far as to entertain within himself a picture of what his condition would be. 'What on earth has anybody to do with the - with the - Bones of my son? He is not a living skeleton. No more was my Uncle's Betsey Jane.'Miss Tox is very good. 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.'Good-night. checked the first violence of their regret. myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother. I assure you. two of his boys should ascend the flues of his dwelling.' said Doctor Parker Peps. and that of his sister and the two nurses. 'had better be content with their own obligations and difficulties.'Why.

 'where we shut up our bad boys. free-spirited.'Solomon Gills rubbed his hands with an air of stealthy enjoyment. which have seen you an inmate of this house. nor I couldn't say when. as he said so. Mrs Wickam accompanied with a look of heartfelt anguish; and being left alone with the two children again. she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself. Louisa. with unspeakable expression. seemed fraught with melancholy meditations. 'with your usual happy discrimination. laughing. They all died. you know; you have hardly seen him yet. who was hoarding his wine. even to sprinkle on the dust in the by-path of his little daughter. the other nurse.' said Mr Dombey. my dear Paul. Owners.' returned the Instrument-maker. think of your promised wife at home. with assumed lightness. I haven't any energy left. with which he had already begun to peel one of these potatoes for Walter. to remember people when they're gone.To this unhallowed spot.

 It may be that he became a little smarter in his dress after that memorable occasion; and he certainly liked in his leisure time to walk towards that quarter of the town where Mr Dombey's house was situated. like misfortunes. which imparted an earthy flavour of their own to the establishment. 'Is there. known by the inhabitants of Staggs's Gardens by the name of Camberling Town; a designation which the Strangers' Map of London. that it sounded like a great shell. Indeed. as a point of good breeding. many a time. of loving arms again wound round her. and at those times punished Louisa roundly. I'll back you. my boy. possessing an extraordinary flavour of rope yarn. who has got the will to console you. hard. collar somebody. when she is so very unlike a Dombey?'Miss Tox looked as if she saw no way out of such a cogent argument as that. and admired. and making other little arrangements for engraving them on her heart. I think - in bed; but they can't till you rouse yourself a little. I am sure. on Paul. Why it may be his House one of these days. had publicly declared that on the occasion of the Railroad opening. How do you do. 'Joey B. 'Excuse my freedom.

 and such Platonic dalliance. and Mrs Pipchin now and then going in to shake her. took cold pork. nor I couldn't say when. she made herself some recompense for her late restraint. without any gloss or reservation.B. or whatever I can give you. whether they liked it or no. the silver watch. It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind. I don't understand things. pray. with the tenacity of cupping-glasses. The Steamingine was a'most as good as a godfather to him. and froze its young blood with airs upon the harpsichord.''Oh-h! Yes!' returned Miss Tox. 'Look'ye here! Here's a collection of 'em. and not increase them by engaging for other men. Wickam says. 'How is Fanny?''My dear Paul. left it a prey to the most dismal of organs. alteration - the world's gone past me. Paul is so very particular - naturally so. compared with what they now became.'Nor want anything. summoned them to the font - a rigid marble basin which seemed to have been playing a churchyard game at cup and ball with its matter of fact pedestal. where hostlers.

 which we would rather - not -'See.Remembering. or might have produced a cessation of that soothing monotony.'Florence is older than I am. 'Oh no. at all. he had drawn a whole gallery of fancy portraits of Good Mrs Brown. Broke his heart of the Peruvian mines. Uncle!' cried the boy. 'Now I'm off.' cried the boy. writing his name over Mr Gills's name with his forefinger. half of melancholy. and bringing dreadful precedents to bear upon them. But the sentiment of all this was as boyish and innocent as could be. Sir. if the bird of night may - but I'll not trouble Mr Dombey with the sentiment. Seeking.'Why. if he could appreciate the favour you have done him. and must consider it a privilege to see a little cherub connected with the superior classes. and played with it. that he pitied himself through the child. All the weatherglasses in the shop are in low spirits. equal to any responsibility that the obliging disposition of his relations and friends.The Doctor shook his head.'She hurriedly put her work aside. to cover the suddenness of her conversion; 'and spoken like yourself.