'Take my sister, if you please: my arm today is Miss Tox's.
You had better go first with Master Paul, Richards.

Be very careful.' In Mr Dombey's carriage, Dombey and Son, Miss Tox, Mrs Chick, Richards, and Florence.

In a little carriage following it, Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick.

Susan looking out of window, without intermission, as a relief from the embarrassment of confronting the large face of that gentleman, and thinking whenever anything rattled that he was putting up in paper an appropriate pecuniary compliment for herself.
Once upon the road to church, Mr Dombey clapped his hands for the amusement of his son.

At which instance of parental enthusiasm Miss Tox was enchanted.