'You cheer up me! I'll cheer up you! We'll be as gay as larks to-morrow morning, Uncle, and we'll fly as high! As to my anticipations, they are singing out of sight now.
'Wally, my dear boy,' returned the old man, 'I'll do my best, I'll do my best.' 'And your best, Uncle,' said Walter, with his pleasant laugh, 'is the best best that I know.

You'll not forget what you're to send me, Uncle ?' 'No, Wally, no,' replied the old man; 'everything I hear about Miss Dombey, now that she is left alone, poor lamb, I'll write.

I fear it won't be much though, Wally.' 'Why, I'll tell you what, Uncle,' said Walter, after a moment's hesitation, 'I have just been up there.' 'Ay, ay, ay ?' murmured the old man, raising his eyebrows, and his spectacles with them.
'Not to see her,' said Walter, 'though I could have seen her, I daresay, if I had asked, Mr Dombey being out of town: but to say a parting word to Susan.

I thought I might venture to do that, you know, under the circumstances, and remembering when I saw Miss Dombey last.' 'Yes, my boy, yes,' replied his Uncle, rousing himself from a temporary abstraction.
'So I saw her,' pursued Walter, 'Susan, I mean: and I told her I was off and away to-morrow.

And I said, Uncle, that you had always had an interest in Miss Dombey since that night when she was here, and always wished her well and happy, and always would be proud and glad to serve her in the least: I thought I might say that, you know, under the circumstances.