No, not just at present,' said Mr Toots, sitting down again, most unexpectedly.

'The fact is--I say, Miss Dombey!' 'Don't be afraid to speak to me,' said Florence, with a quiet smile, 'I should be very glad if you would talk about my brother.' 'Would you, though ?' retorted Mr Toots, with sympathy in every fibre of his otherwise expressionless face.

'Poor Dombey! I'm sure I never thought that Burgess and Co .-- fashionable tailors (but very dear), that we used to talk about--would make this suit of clothes for such a purpose.' Mr Toots was dressed in mourning.

'Poor Dombey! I say! Miss Dombey!' blubbered Toots.
'Yes,' said Florence.
'There's a friend he took to very much at last.

I thought you'd lIke to have him, perhaps, as a sort of keepsake.