Young men passed above his head, and rose and rose; but he was always at the bottom.

He was quite resigned to occupy that low condition: never complained of it: and certainly never hoped to escape from it.
'How do you do this morning ?' said Mr Carker the Manager, entering Mr Dombey's room soon after his arrival one day: with a bundle of papers in his hand.
'How do you do, Carker ?' said Mr Dombey.
'Coolish!' observed Carker, stirring the fire.
'Rather,' said Mr Dombey.
'Any news of the young gentleman who is so important to us all ?' asked Carker, with his whole regiment of teeth on parade.
'Yes--not direct news--I hear he's very well,' said Mr Dombey.

Who had come from Brighton over-night.

But no one knew It.
'Very well, and becoming a great scholar, no doubt ?' observed the Manager.
'I hope so,' returned Mr Dombey.
'Egad!' said Mr Carker, shaking his head, 'Time flies!' 'I think so, sometimes,' returned Mr Dombey, glancing at his newspaper.
'Oh! You! You have no reason to think so,' observed Carker.

'One who sits on such an elevation as yours, and can sit there, unmoved, in all seasons--hasn't much reason to know anything about the flight of time.