Not thoroughly pleasing himself with either mode of reply, he breathed hard.
'You were very kind to my dear brother,' said Florence, obeying her own natural impulse to relieve him by saying so.

'He often talked to me about you.' 'Oh it's of no consequence,' said Mr Toots hastily.

'Warm, ain't it ?' 'It is beautiful weather,' replied Florence.
'It agrees with me!' said Mr Toots.

'I don't think I ever was so well as I find myself at present, I'm obliged to you.
After stating this curious and unexpected fact, Mr Toots fell into a deep well of silence.
'You have left Dr Blimber's, I think ?' said Florence, trying to help him out.
'I should hope so,' returned Mr Toots.

And tumbled in again.
He remained at the bottom, apparently drowned, for at least ten minutes.
At the expiration of that period, he suddenly floated, and said, 'Well! Good morning, Miss Dombey.' 'Are you going ?' asked Florence, rising.
'I don't know, though.