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The population of the parlour was immediately swept upstairs as on the wings of a whirlwind, and after much slamming of bedroom doors, and trampling overhead, and some knocking about of Master Bitherstone by Mrs Pipchin, as a relief to the perturbation of her spirits, the black bombazeen garments of the worthy old lady darkened the audience-chamber where Mr Dombey was contemplating the vacant arm-chair of his son and heir.
Mr Dombey seemed to intimate that he would endeavour to do so. 'Here is a boy here, Sir, pursued the Major, confidentially, and giving him a thrust with his cane. 'Son of Bitherstone of Bengal. Bill Bitherstone formerly of ours. That boy's father and myself, Sir, were sworn friends. Wherever you went, Sir, you heard of nothing but Bill Bitherstone and Joe Bagstock.
I think we have no new disciples in our little portico, my dear, says Doctor Blimber to Cornelia, 'since Mr Toots left us. 'Except Bitherstone, returns Cornelia. 'Ay, truly, says the Doctor. 'Bitherstone is new to Mr Toots. New to Florence, too, almost; for, in the schoolroom, Bitherstone no longer Master Bitherstone of Mrs Pipchin's shows in collars and a neckcloth, and wears a watch.
This isn't my house. 'No. It's mine, retorted Mrs Pipchin. 'It's a very nasty one, said Paul. 'There's a worse place in it than this though, said Mrs Pipchin, 'where we shut up our bad boys. 'Has he ever been in it? asked Paul: pointing out Master Bitherstone.
It was some time coming to his aid in the present instance, but it befriended him at last. When the dark servant, with full particulars, reported Miss Tox absent on Brighton service, the Major was suddenly touched with affectionate reminiscences of his friend Bill Bitherstone of Bengal, who had written to ask him, if he ever went that way, to bestow a call upon his only son.
Am I blind to that boy's defects? By no means. He's a fool, Sir. Mr Dombey glanced at the libelled Master Bitherstone, of whom he knew at least as much as the Major did, and said, in quite a complacent manner, 'Really? 'That is what he is, sir, said the Major. 'He's a fool. Joe Bagstock never minces matters.
Mr Dombey made a very gracious reply; and Major Bagstock, having patted Paul on the head, and said of Florence that her eyes would play the Devil with the youngsters before long 'and the oldsters too, Sir, if you come to that, added the Major, chuckling very much stirred up Master Bitherstone with his walking-stick, and departed with that young gentleman, at a kind of half-trot; rolling his head and coughing with great dignity, as he staggered away, with his legs very wide asunder.
A mighty sensation is created, even among these grave young gentlemen, by a visit from the emancipated Toots; who is regarded with a kind of awe, as one who has passed the Rubicon, and is pledged never to come back, and concerning the cut of whose clothes, and fashion of whose jewellery, whispers go about, behind hands; the bilious Bitherstone, who is not of Mr Toots's time, affecting to despise the latter to the smaller boys, and saying he knows better, and that he should like to see him coming that sort of thing in Bengal, where his mother had got an emerald belonging to him that was taken out of the footstool of a Rajah.
Tough, and de-vilish sly! And very tough indeed Master Bitherstone found him, when he took that young gentleman out for a walk.
Charging with Master Bitherstone into the very heart of the little squadron, it fell out, of course, that Master Bitherstone spoke to his fellow-sufferers.
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