Toots, too, had no business to be outside the door, ostentatiously examining the wheels in his watch, and counting his half-crowns. But that didn’t last long; for Doctor Blimber, happening to change the position of his tight plump legs, as if he were going to get up, Toots swiftly vanished, and appeared no more.
Mr. Dombey and his conductress were soon heard coming downstairs again, talking all the way; and presently they re-entered the Doctor’s study.
"I hope, Mr. Dombey," said the Doctor, laying down his book, "that the arrangements meet your approval."
"They are excellent, Sir," said Mr. Dombey.
"Very fair, indeed," said Mrs. Pipchin, in a low voice; never disposed to give too much encouragement.
"Mrs. Pipchin," said Mr. Dombey, wheeling round, "will, with your permission, Doctor and Mrs Blimber, visit Paul now and then."
"Whenever Mrs. Pipchin pleases," observed the Doctor.
"Always happy to see her," said Mrs. Blimber.
"I think," said Mr. Dombey, "I have given all the trouble I need, and may take my leave. Paul, my child," he went close to him, as he sat upon the table. "Good bye."
"Good-bye, Papa."
The limp and careless little hand that Mr. Dombey took in his, was singularly out of keeping with the wistful face. But he had no part in its sorrowful expression. It was not addressed to him. No, no. To Florence—all to Florence.
If Mr. Dombey in his insolence of wealth, had ever made an enemy, hard to appease and cruelly vindictive in his hate, even such an enemy might have received the pang that wrung his proud heart then, as compensation for his injury.
He bent down, over his boy, and kissed him. If his sight were dimmed as he did so, by something that for a moment blurred the little face, and made it indistinct to him, his mental vision may have been, for that short time, the clearer perhaps.
"I shall see you soon, Paul. You are free on Saturdays and Sundays, you know."
"Yes, Papa," returned Paul: looking at his sister. "On Saturdays and Sundays."
"And you’ll try and learn a great deal here, and be a clever man," said Mr. Dombey; "won’t you?"
"I’ll try," returned the child, wearily.
"And you’ll soon be grown up now!" said Mr. Dombey.
"Oh! very soon!" replied the child. Once more the old, old look passed rapidly across his features like a strange light. It fell on Mrs. Pipchin, and extinguished itself in her black dress. That excellent ogress stepped forward to take leave and to bear off Florence, which she had long been thirsting to do. The move on her part roused Mr. Dombey, whose eyes were fixed on Paul. After patting him on the head, and pressing his small hand again, he took leave of Doctor Blimber, Mrs. Blimber, and Miss Blimber, with his usual polite frigidity, and walked out of the study.
Despite his entreaty that they would not think of stirring, Doctor Blimber, Mrs. Blimber, and Miss Blimber all pressed forward to attend
