That's all.

If dear Fanny were a Dombey!--But I daresay she'll make it; I have no doubt she'll make it.

Knowing it to be required of her, as a duty, of course she'll make it.

My dear Paul, it's very weak and silly of me, I know, to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot; but I am so very queer that I must ask you for a glass of wine and a morsel of that cake.' Mr Dombey promptly supplied her with these refreshments from a tray on the table.
'I shall not drink my love to you, Paul,' said Louisa: 'I shall drink to the little Dombey.

Good gracious me!--it's the most astonishing thing I ever knew in all my days, he's such a perfect Dombey.' Quenching this expression of opinion in a short hysterical laugh which terminated in tears, Louisa cast up her eyes, and emptied her glass.
'I know it's very weak and silly of me,' she repeated, 'to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot, and to allow my feelings so completely to get the better of me, but I cannot help it.