'Well! When you are old enough, you know, you will share my money, and we shall use it together.' 'Dombey and Son,' interrupted Paul, who had been tutored early in the phrase.
'Dombey and Son,' repeated his father.

'Would you like to begin to be Dombey and Son, now, and lend this money to young Gay's Uncle ?' 'Oh! if you please, Papa!' said Paul: 'and so would Florence.' 'Girls,' said Mr Dombey, 'have nothing to do with Dombey and Son.

Would you like it ?' 'Yes, Papa, yes!' 'Then you shall do it,' returned his father.

'And you see, Paul,' he added, dropping his voice, 'how powerful money is, and how anxious people are to get it.

Young Gay comes all this way to beg for money, and you, who are so grand and great, having got it, are going to let him have it, as a great favour and obligation.' Paul turned up the old face for a moment, in which there was a sharp understanding of the reference conveyed in these words: but it was a young and childish face immediately afterwards, when he slipped down from his father's knee, and ran to tell Florence not to cry any more, for he was going to let young Gay have the money.
Mr Dombey then turned to a side-table, and wrote a note and sealed it.
During the interval, Paul and Florence whispered to Walter, and Captain Cuttle beamed on the three, with such aspiring and ineffably presumptuous thoughts as Mr Dombey never could have believed in.