I thought I should have fallen out of the staircase window as I came down from seeing dear Fanny, and that tiddy ickle sing.' These last words originated in a sudden vivid reminiscence of the baby.
They were succeeded by a gentle tap at the door.
'Mrs Chick,' said a very bland female voice outside, 'how are you now, my dear friend ?' 'My dear Paul,' said Louisa in a low voice, as she rose from her seat, 'it's Miss Tox.

The kindest creature! I never could have got here without her! Miss Tox, my brother Mr Dombey.

Paul, my dear, my very particular friend Miss Tox.' The lady thus specially presented, was a long lean figure, wearing such a faded air that she seemed not to have been made in what linen-drapers call 'fast colours' originally, and to have, by little and little, washed out.

But for this she might have been described as the very pink of general propitiation and politeness.

From a long habit of listening admiringly to everything that was said in her presence, and looking at the speakers as if she were mentally engaged in taking off impressions of their images upon her soul, never to part with the same but with life, her head had quite settled on one side.