Then there was a profound silence.
'Gentlemen,' said Doctor Blimber, 'rise for Grace! Cornelia, lift Dombey down'-- nothing of whom but his scalp was accordingly seen above the tablecloth.

'Johnson will repeat to me tomorrow morning before breakfast, without book, and from the Greek Testament, the first chapter of the Epistle of Saint Paul to the Ephesians.

We will resume our studies, Mr Feeder, in half-an-hour.' The young gentlemen bowed and withdrew.

Mr Feeder did likewise.
During the half-hour, the young gentlemen, broken into pairs, loitered arm-in-arm up and down a small piece of ground behind the house, or endeavoured to kindle a spark of animation in the breast of Briggs.

But nothing happened so vulgar as play.