"So, here"s to Dombey and Son."
"Oh, very well, uncle," said the boy merrily. "Since you have introduced the mention of her, and have said that I know all about her, I shall make bold to amend the toast. So,--here"s to Dombey--and Son--and Daughter!"
Meanwhile, in Mr. Dombey"s mansion, baby Paul was thriving under the watchful care of Polly Richards, Mr. Dombey, and Mr. Dombey"s friends, and the day of his christening arrived. On that important occasion, the baby"s excitement was so great that no one could soothe him until Florence was summoned. As she hid behind her nurse, he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him, he sprang up and crowed l.u.s.tily--laughing outright when she ran in upon him, and seeming to fondle her curls with his tiny hands while she smothered him with kisses.
Was Mr. Dombey pleased to see this? He did not show it. If any sunbeam stole into the room to light the children at their play, it never reached his face. He looked on so coldly that the warm light vanished, even from the laughing eyes of little Florence when, at last, they happened to meet his.
The contemplation of Paul in his christening robe made his nurse yearn for a sight of her own first-born, although this was a pleasure strictly forbidden by Mr. Dombey"s orders. But the longing so overpowered her that she consulted Miss Nipper as to the possibility of gratifying it, and that young woman, eager herself for an expedition, urged Polly to visit her home. So, the next morning the two nurses set out together: Richards carrying Paul, and Susan leading little Florence by the hand, and giving her such jerks and pokes as she considered it wholesome to administer. Then for a brief half-hour, Polly enjoyed the longed-for pleasure of being again in the bosom of her family, but the visit had a sad ending, for on the way back, pa.s.sing through a crowded thoroughfare the little party became separated. A thundering alarm of Mad Bull! was raised. With a wild confusion of people running up and down, and shouting, and wheels running over them, and boys fighting, and mad bulls coming up, and the nurse in the midst of all these dangers, being torn to pieces, Florence screamed and ran. She ran until she was exhausted, then found with a sensation of terror not to be described, that she was quite alone.
"Susan! Susan!" cried Florence. "Oh, where are they?"
"Where are they?" said an old woman, hobbling across from the opposite side of the road. "Why did you run away from "em?"
"I was frightened," answered Florence. "I didn"t know what I did. I thought they were with me. Where are they?"
The old woman took her by the wrist, and said, "I"ll show you."
She was a very ugly old woman indeed, miserably dressed, and carried some skins over her arm. Florence was afraid of her, and looked, hesitating, up the street. It was a solitary place, and there was no one in it but herself and the old woman.
"You needn"t be frightened now," said the old woman, still holding her tight "Come along with me."
"I--don"t know you. What"s your name?" asked Florence.
"Mrs. Brown," said the old woman, "Good Mrs. Brown. Susan ain"t far off," said Good Mrs. Brown, "and the others are close to her, and n.o.body"s hurt."
The child shed tears of delight on hearing this, and accompanied the old woman willingly. They had not gone far, when they stopped before a shabby little house in a dirty little lane. Opening the door with a key she took out of her pocket, Mrs. Brown pushed the child into a back room, where there was a great heap of rags lying on the floor, a heap of bones, and a heap of sifted dust. But there was no furniture at all, and the walls and ceiling were quite black.
The child became so terrified, that she was stricken speechless, and looked as though about to swoon.
"Now, don"t be a young mule," said Good Mrs. Brown, reviving her with a shake. "I"m not a" going to keep you, even above an hour. Don"t vex me.
If you don"t, I tell you, I won"t hurt you. But if you do, I"ll kill you. I could have you killed at any time--even if you was in your own bed at home. Now let"s know who you are, and what you are, and all about it."
The old woman"s threats and promises, and Florence"s habit of being quiet, and repressing what she felt, enabled her to tell her little history. Mrs. Brown listened attentively until she had finished.
"I want that pretty frock, Miss Dombey," said Good Mrs. Brown, "and that little bonnet, and a petticoat or two, and those shoes, Miss Dombey, and anything else you can spare. Come! take "em off."
Florence obeyed as fast as her trembling hands could allow, keeping all the while, a frightened eye on Mrs. Brown, who examined each article of apparel at leisure, and seemed tolerably well satisfied with their quality and value; she then produced a worn-out girl"s cloak, and the crushed remnants of a girl"s bonnet, as well as other tattered things.
In this dainty raiment she instructed Florence to dress herself, and as this seemed a prelude to her release, the child complied as fast as possible. Mrs. Brown then resumed her seat on the bones, and smoked a very short, black pipe, after which she gave the child a rabbit-skin to carry, that she might appear like her ordinary companion, and led her forth into the streets; but she cautioned her, with threats of deadly vengeance in case of disobedience, to go directly to her father"s office in the city, also to wait at the street corner where she would be left, until the clock struck three, and these directions Florence promised faithfully to observe.
At length Mrs. Brown left her changed and ragged little friend at a corner, where, true to her promise, she remained until the steeple rang out three o"clock, when after often looking over her shoulder, lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs. Brown should take offence at that, she hurried off as fast as she could in her slipshod shoes, holding the rabbit-skin tight in her hand.
Tired of walking, stunned by the noise and confusion, anxious for her brother and the nurses, terrified by what she had undergone, and what was yet before her, Florence once or twice could not help stopping and crying bitterly, but few people noticed her, in the garb she wore, or if they did, believed that she was tutored to excite compa.s.sion, and pa.s.sed on. It was late in the afternoon when she peeped into a kind of wharf, and asked a stout man there if he could tell her the way to Dombey & Son"s.
The man looked attentively at her, then called another man, who ran up an archway, and very soon returned with a blithe-looking boy who he said was in Mr. Dombey"s employ.
Hearing this, Florence felt re-a.s.sured; ran eagerly up to him, and caught his hand in both of hers.
"I"m lost, if you please!" said Florence. "I was lost this morning, a long way from here--and I have had my own clothes taken away since--and my name is Florence Dombey, and, oh dear, take care of me, if you please!" sobbed Florence, giving full vent to her childish feelings.
"Don"t cry, Miss Dombey," said young Walter Gay, the nephew of Solomon Gills, in a transport of enthusiasm. "What a wonderful thing for me that I am here. You are as safe now as if you were guarded by a whole boat"s crew of picked men from a man-of-war. Oh, don"t cry!"
"I won"t cry any more," said Florence. "I"m only crying for joy."
"Crying for joy!" thought Walter, "and I"m the cause of it. Come along, Miss Dombey, let me see the villain who will molest you now!"
So Walter, looking immensely fierce, led off Florence looking very happy; and as Mr. Dombey"s office was closed for the night, he led her to his uncle"s, to leave her there while he should go and tell Mr.
Dombey that she was safe, and bring her back some clothes.
"Halloa, Uncle Sol," cried Walter, bursting into the shop; "Here"s a wonderful adventure! Here"s Mr. Dombey"s daughter lost in the streets, and robbed of her clothes by an old witch of a woman--found by me--brought home to our parlor to rest--Here--just help me lift the little sofa near the fire, will you, uncle Sol?--Cut some dinner for her, will you, uncle; throw those shoes under the grate, Miss Florence--put your feet on the fender to dry--how damp they are!--Here"s an adventure, uncle, eh?--G.o.d bless my soul, how hot I am!"
Solomon Gills was quite as hot, by sympathy; and in excessive bewilderment, he patted Florence"s head, pressed her to eat, pressed her to drink, rubbed the soles of her feet with his pocket-handkerchief, heated at the fire, followed his locomotive nephew with his eyes and ears, and had no clear perception of anything except that he was being constantly knocked against, and tumbled over by that excited young gentleman, as he darted about the room, attempting to accomplish twenty things at once, and doing nothing at all.
"Here, wait a minute, uncle," he continued, "till I run upstairs and get another jacket on, and then I"ll be off. I say, uncle, isn"t this an adventure?"
"My dear boy," said Solomon, "it is the most extraordinary--"
"No, but do, uncle, please--do, Miss Florence--dinner, you know, uncle."
"Yes, yes, yes," cutting instantly into a leg of mutton, as if he were catering for a giant. "I"ll take care of her, Wally! Pretty dear!
Famished, of course. You go and get ready. Lord bless me! Sir Richard Whittington, thrice Mayor of London!"
While Walter was preparing to leave, Florence, overcome by fatigue, had sunk into a doze before the fire and when the boy returned, she was sleeping peacefully.
"That"s capital!" he whispered, "Don"t wake her, uncle Sol!"
"No, no," answered Solomon, "Pretty child!"
"_Pretty_, indeed!" cried Walter, "I never saw such a face! Now I"m off."
Arriving at Mr. Dombey"s house, and breathlessly announcing his errand to the servant, Walter was shown into the library, where he confronted Mr. Dombey.
"Oh! beg your pardon, sir," said Walter, rushing up to him; "but I"m happy to say, it"s all right, sir. Miss Dombey"s found!"
"I told you she would certainly be found," said Mr. Dombey calmly, to the others in the room. "Let the servants know that no further steps are necessary. This boy who brings the information is young Gay from the office. How was my daughter found, sir? I know how she was lost." Here he looked majestically at Richards. "But how was she found? Who found her?"
It was quite out of Walter"s power to be coherent, but he rendered himself as explanatory as he could, in his breathless state, and told why he had come alone.
"You hear this, girl?" said Mr. Dombey sternly, to Susan Nipper. "Take what is necessary and return immediately with this young man to fetch Miss Florence home. Gay, you will be rewarded to-morrow."
"Oh! thank you, sir," said Walter. "You are very kind. I"m sure I was not thinking of any reward sir."
"You are a boy," said Mr. Dombey, almost fiercely; "and what you think of, or what you affect to think of, is of little consequence. You have done well, sir. Don"t undo it."
Returning to his uncle"s with Miss Nipper, Walter found that Florence, much refreshed by sleep, had dined and come to be on terms of perfect confidence and ease with old Sol. Miss Nipper caught her in her arms, and made a very hysterical meeting of it. Then, converting the parlor into a private tiring-room, she dressed her in proper clothes, and presently led her forth to say farewell.
"Good-night," said Florence to the elder man, "you have been very good to me."
Uncle Sol was quite delighted, and kissed her like her grandfather.