With no less gallantry, the Major folded both his gloves upon his heart, and bowed low to the other lady.

And now, the chair having stopped, the motive power became visible in the shape of a flushed page pushing behind, who seemed to have in part outgrown and in part out-pushed his strength, for when he stood upright he was tall, and wan, and thin, and his plight appeared the more forlorn from his having injured the shape of his hat, by butting at the carriage with his head to urge it forward, as is sometimes done by elephants in Oriental countries.
'Joe Bagstock,' said the Major to both ladies, 'is a proud and happy man for the rest of his life.' 'You false creature! said the old lady in the chair, insipidly.

'Where do you come from?
I can't bear you.' 'Then suffer old Joe to present a friend, Ma'am,' said the Major, promptly, 'as a reason for being tolerated.

Mr Dombey, Mrs Skewton.' The lady in the chair was gracious.

'Mr Dombey, Mrs Granger.' The lady with the parasol was faintly conscious of Mr Dombey's taking off his hat, and bowing low.