Mr Dombey also produced a bracelet for Miss Tox; and, on the receipt of this token, Miss Tox was tenderly affected.
'Mr John,' said Mr Dombey, 'will you take the bottom of the table, if you please?
What have you got there, Mr John ?' 'I have got a cold fillet of veal here, Sir,' replied Mr Chick, rubbing his numbed hands hard together.

'What have you got there, Sir ?' 'This,' returned Mr Dombey, 'is some cold preparation of calf's head, I think.

I see cold fowls--ham--patties--salad--lobster.

Miss Tox will do me the honour of taking some wine?
Champagne to Miss Tox.' There was a toothache in everything.

The wine was so bitter cold that it forced a little scream from Miss Tox, which she had great difficulty in turning into a 'Hem!' The veal had come from such an airy pantry, that the first taste of it had struck a sensation as of cold lead to Mr Chick's extremities.