Perhaps;' here Mrs Chick faltered again, as not quite comfortably feeling her way; 'perhaps that is a reason why you might have the less objection to allowing Miss Tox to be godmother to the dear thing, if it were only as deputy and proxy for someone else.

That it would be received as a great honour and distinction, Paul, I need not say.
'Louisa,' said Mr Dombey, after a short pause, 'it is not to be supposed--' 'Certainly not,' cried Mrs Chick, hastening to anticipate a refusal, 'I never thought it was.' Mr Dombey looked at her impatiently.
'Don't flurry me, my dear Paul,' said his sister; 'for that destroys me.

I am far from strong.

I have not been quite myself, since poor dear Fanny departed.' Mr Dombey glanced at the pocket-handkerchief which his sister applied to her eyes, and resumed: 'It is not be supposed, I say 'And I say,' murmured Mrs Chick, 'that I never thought it was.' 'Good Heaven, Louisa!' said Mr Dombey.
'No, my dear Paul,' she remonstrated with tearful dignity, 'I must really be allowed to speak.

I am not so clever, or so reasoning, or so eloquent, or so anything, as you are.