New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1848-01-21
CHAPTER III.

WHAT is the proud man doing, while the days
go by Does he ever think of his daughter or
wonder where she is gomez Does he suppose she
has come home, and is leading her old HE IN the
weary house. No one can answer for him. He
has never uttered her name, SINCE. His household
dread him too much to approach subject on which
be il resOlutely dumb and the only person who
dare question him, he sences immediately
"My Dear Paul e. murmurs his sister siding into
the room. on the day of Florence departure, your
wife that upstart woman Is II possible that
what hear confusedy is true, and that this is her
return for your unparalleled devotion TO her; ex-
tending | am sure ven to the sacrifice OF your own
relations to her caprices and haughtiness My
poor brotherl
With this speech. ieelingly reminiscent Of her not
having been asked to dinner on the day OF the first
marty. Mrs Chick makes great use OF hcr pocket
handkerchief and falls on Mr.. Dombeys neck. But
Mr. Dombey frigidy lifts her of, and hatds her to
a chair.
II thank you, Louisa, he says, for TINS mark Of
vour affection; but desire that conversation may
refer to any other subject When bewailmy fate,
Louisa or express myself as being in want OF con
ISOLATION you can offer it, If you will have the good
ness"
MY dear Paul" rejons his sister, with her hand
berchief to her face, and shaking her head "
know your great spirit, and will say more upon
theme so painful and revolving = on the heads OF
which two adiectives, Mrs Chick visits scsthing
INDIGNATION " but pray let me ask you-thoagh
dread to hear something thatwil shock and distress
me--,hat unfortunate child Florence"
Louisa - says her brother sternly silence |!
Not another word of thls!
Mrs. Chick can only shake her head and use her
handkerchief and moan over degenerate Dombeys,
who are no Dombeys. But whether Florence has
been inculpated in the fghto Edith, has followed
her. or has done too much, too little, thing,
or nothing, she has not the least idea
He goes on, without deviation keeping his
thoughts and feelings close within his own breast
and iuiparling e. IN 10 no one He makes no
search Tor his daughter. He may think that she is
with his sister, or that she is under bis own ROOT
He may think of her constantly, or he may never
think about her. Ii is all one for any sign he makes
But this Is sure nc does not think that he has
lost her. Ne has no suspicion OF the truth. He
has lived too long shut mp in his towering suprema
cy seeing her apatert gentle creature IN the patti
below It to have any fear OF that Shaken as lie /:
by his disgrace. he is not yet humbled to the leve
earth. The root is brosd and deep, aud in tn,
of years its hbres have spread out and gath
cred nourshment from everything around Il. TIL,
tree is struck, but not down
Though he hide the world within him from ia,
world without-whieh he believes has but one pur
pose for the time. and that TO watch him eagerly
wherever he goes-he cannot hide those rebe
traces of it, which escape in hollow eyes and cheeks
haggsrd forehead. aud moody broOding air
Impenetrsblc as before, be is still altered man
and, proud aseyer, he is humbled, or those mark
would not be there.
The world What the world thinks of him. how
it looks at him. what it sees in him, and what
says-ths is the hsuuting demon OF his mind.
10 everywhere where he is aud, worse than that
u is everywhere whore he is not IL comes on
with him among his servants, and yet he leaves
whispering behind. be sees II pointing after hin
IN the street IL is waiting for him IN his counting
house; II leers over the shoulders OF rich me-
among the merchants 1t goes beckonns aud bah
bling among tho crowd II always anticipates him
IN every place; and is always busiest he knows
when BIO has gone away When he Ia shat up il
his room az night II as in his house. outside H. aud
bic In footsteps on the pavement, visible IN pm
upon the table steaming to and fro on railroads
IN ships; restless and busy everywhere. with moth
ing else bat him.
1t is not phantom Of his imagination II is a
active IN other peoples minds rs IN his Witnes
Cousin Feenix, who comes from Baden Baden, pur
posey to talk 10 him. Witness Msior BagstOck
who accompanies Cousin Feenix on that iriendl,
mission.
Mr. Dombey receives them with his usual dig
nifty, aud stands erect in his old attitude beOre the
IRE. TO ieeis that the world is looking at him oui
OF their eyes That Il is in the stare OF the pictures
That Me-. Pitt, upon the bookcase represents IL -
That there are eyes in its own map. hanging on
the wall
IAN unusually cold spring" says Mr.. Donbey-
10 deceive the world.
"Dsmme. Sir says the Major, In the warmth
Of friendship, Joseph BSgs;ock is bad hand Al n
counter'cit. II yoa want 20 hold your friends oft
Doinbey, and to give them the cold shoulder. J. b
Is not the man for your purpose. Joe is rough and
toagh Sir: blunt, Sir, blunt, is Joe His Roy
Hisnncss the late Duke Of York did me the honor
to say, deservedly or ACKNOWLEDGMENT mind
that II there is man IN the service on whom
eau depend for coming to the poiot that man is
Joe-Joe Bsestock.'"
Mr. Donbcy intims;es his acqaiescence.
"Now, Dombey,' says the Major" am man
OF the world. Our friend Fecnix--if may pre-
sumo to-
"Honored am sare, says Cousin Feenix.
is proceeds the MAJOR, with a wag Of his
head. ALSO man OF the world. .Dombey, you are
man Of the world Now when three msn OF too
world meet together, aud are friends-ss believe"
--agsin appealing TO Cousin Feenix.
II ara sure. says Cousin Feenix, 81 most
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