Anything--almost,' said Mr Dombey.
'Anything means everything, don't it, Papa ?' asked his son: not observing, or possibly not understanding, the qualification.
'It includes it: yes,' said Mr Dombey.
'Why didn't money save me my Mama ?' returned the child.

'It isn't cruel, is it ?' 'Cruel!' said Mr Dombey, settling his neckcloth, and seeming to resent the idea.

'No.

A good thing can't be cruel.' 'If it's a good thing, and can do anything,' said the little fellow, thoughtfully, as he looked back at the fire, 'I wonder why it didn't save me my Mama.' He didn't ask the question of his father this time.

Perhaps he had seen, with a child's quickness, that it had already made his father uncomfortable.