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Good Mrs Brown and her daughter Alice kept silent company together, in their own dwelling. It was early in the evening, and late in the spring. But a few days had elapsed since Mr Dombey had told Major Bagstock of his singular intelligence, singularly obtained, which might turn out to be valueless, and might turn out to be true; and the world was not satisfied yet.
'You mean Miss Tox, retorted Mr Dombey. 'No. 'Charming woman, Sir, said the Major, with a fat laugh rising in his short throat, and nearly suffocating him. 'Miss Tox is a very good sort of person, I believe, replied Mr Dombey. The haughty coldness of the reply seemed to afford Major Bagstock infinite delight.
But Joey B. has lived in the world, Sir: lived in the world with his eyes open, Sir, and his ears cocked: and Joe tells you, Dombey, that there's a devilish artful and ambitious woman over the way. Mr Dombey involuntarily glanced over the way; and an angry glance he sent in that direction, too. 'That's all on such a subject that shall pass the lips of Joseph Bagstock, said the Major firmly.
The thing about any figure of Dickens, about Sam Weller or Dick Swiveller, or Micawber, or Bagstock, or Trabb's boy, the thing about each one of these persons is that he cannot be exhausted. A Dickens character hits you first on the nose and then in the waistcoat, and then in the eye and then in the waistcoat again, with the blinding rapidity of some battering engine.
Not only dames, but a sprinklin' of old sports in spats and frock-coats and with waxed white mustaches was rounded up; and, with five or six debutantes Vee had got hold of, it's some crusty push. First off Mrs. Bagstock had been so limp and unsteady on her pins that she'd started in by receivin' 'em propped up in a big chair.
It's a name, Sir, said the Major firmly, as if he defied Mr Dombey to contradict him, and would feel it his painful duty to bully him if he did, 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad. It is a name, Sir, that a man is proud to recognise. There is nothing adulatory in Joseph Bagstock, Sir.
Theodore Bayly Bagstock doesn't approve of us at all though just why is not quite clear." "That's easy," says I. "This Inter-Lake Navigation that she's beefin' about was one of them little concerns we gathered in last fall. Paid something like fourteen, and our common at three and a half don't seem so good to her, I expect.
'But my little friend here, Sir, said the Major, 'makes a boy of me again: An old soldier, Sir Major Bagstock, at your service is not ashamed to confess it. Here the Major lifted his hat. 'Damme, Sir, cried the Major with sudden warmth, 'I envy you. Then he recollected himself, and added, 'Excuse my freedom. Mr Dombey begged he wouldn't mention it.
'Joe Bagstock, said the Major to both ladies, 'is a proud and happy man for the rest of his life. 'You false creature! said the old lady in the chair, insipidly. 'Where do you come from? I can't bear you. 'Then suffer old Joe to present a friend, Ma'am, said the Major, promptly, 'as a reason for being tolerated. Mr Dombey, Mrs Skewton. The lady in the chair was gracious.
Joe is rough and tough, Sir; blunt, Sir, blunt, is Joe. His Royal Highness the late Duke of York did me the honour to say, deservedly or undeservedly never mind that "If there is a man in the service on whom I can depend for coming to the point, that man is Joe Joe Bagstock." Mr Dombey intimates his acquiescence. 'Now, Dombey, says the Major, 'I am a man of the world.
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