'My sister's dressmaker.' 'My tailor's Burgess and Co.,' said Toots.

'Fash'nable.

But very dear.' Paul had wit enough to shake his head, as if he would have said it was easy to see that; and indeed he thought so.
'Your father's regularly rich, ain't he ?' inquired Mr Toots.
'Yes, Sir,' said Paul.

'He's Dombey and Son.' 'And which ?' demanded Toots.
'And Son, Sir,' replied Paul.
Mr Toots made one or two attempts, in a low voice, to fix the Firm in his mind; but not quite succeeding, said he would get Paul to mention the name again to-morrow morning, as it was rather important.

And indeed he purposed nothing less than writing himself a private and confidential letter from Dombey and Son immediately.
By this time the other pupils (always excepting the stony boy) gathered round.