Edith was toasted again.

Mr Dombey was again agreeably embarrassed.

And Mr Carker was full of interest and praise.
There were no other visitors at Mrs Skewton's.

Edith's drawings were strewn about the room, a little more abundantly than usual perhaps; and Withers, the wan page, handed round a little stronger tea.

The harp was there; the piano was there; and Edith sang and played.