She was determined to have his arm, and the Major's too.

It would do that incorrigible creature: who was the most barbarous infidel in point of poetry: good to be in such company.
This chance arrangement left Mr Dombey at liberty to escort Edith: which he did: stalking before them through the apartments with a gentlemanly solemnity.
'Those darling byegone times, Mr Carker,' said Cleopatra, 'with their delicious fortresses, and their dear old dungeons, and their delightful places of torture, and their romantic vengeances, and their picturesque assaults and sieges, and everything that makes life truly charming! How dreadfully we have degenerated!' 'Yes, we have fallen off deplorably,' said Mr Carker.
The peculiarity of their conversation was, that Mrs Skewton, in spite of her ecstasies, and Mr Carker, in spite of his urbanity, were both intent on watching Mr Dombey and Edith.

With all their conversational endowments, they spoke somewhat distractedly, and at random, in consequence.
'We have no Faith left, positively,' said Mrs Skewton, advancing her shrivelled ear; for Mr Dombey was saying something to Edith.

'We have no Faith in the dear old Barons, who were the most delightful creatures--or in the dear old Priests, who were the most warlike of men--or even in the days of that inestimable Queen Bess, upon the wall there, which were so extremely golden.

Dear creature! She was all Heart And that charming father of hers! I hope you dote on Harry the Eighth!' 'I admire him very much,' said Carker.
'So bluff!' cried Mrs Skewton, 'wasn't he?
So burly.