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Updated: May 26, 2025
I should recommend sherry in this case, on account of my friend Dombey being in an invalided condition; which might occasion rum to fly in point of fact to his head and throw him into a devil of a state. Of all this, Cousin Feenix delivered himself with an obviously nervous and discomposed air.
Truly, Mrs Miff has cause to pounce on an unlucky dwarf child, with a giant baby, who peeps in at the porch, and drive her forth with indignation! Cousin Feenix has come over from abroad, expressly to attend the marriage.
'Why, upon my life, said Cousin Feenix, 'there's nothing in it; it really is not worth repeating: in point of fact, it's merely an anecdote of Jack Adams. I dare say my friend Dombey; for the general attention was concentrated on Cousin Feenix; 'may remember Jack Adams, Jack Adams, not Joe; that was his brother.
But one of the seven mild men unexpectedly leaped into distinction, by saying he had known him, and adding 'always wore Hessian boots! 'Exactly, said Cousin Feenix, bending forward to see the mild man, and smile encouragement at him down the table. 'That was Jack. Joe wore 'Tops! cried the mild man, rising in public estimation every Instant.
'Confound it, Cousin Feenix says good-natured creature, Cousin Feenix 'when we do get a rich City fellow into the family, let us show him some attention; let us do something for him. I give this woman to be married to this man, saith Cousin Feenix therefore.
It pulled straight the wayward life of some young subaltern, about to come a cropper, but who after a talk or two with that jolly Mrs. Armstrong took quite a different course and made a decent marriage. It conjoined with many of the social activities for good of one who might have been her twin sister Suzanne Feenix only that Suzanne was twenty years older and perhaps an inch or two shorter.
But Cousin Feenix, getting up at half-past seven o'clock or so, is quite another thing from Cousin Feenix got up; and very dim, indeed, he looks, while being shaved at Long's Hotel, in Bond Street. Mr Dombey walks up to the drawing-room, to bide his time.
Witness Cousin Feenix, who comes from Baden-Baden, purposely to talk to him. Witness Major Bagstock, who accompanies Cousin Feenix on that friendly mission. Mr Dombey receives them with his usual dignity, and stands erect, in his old attitude, before the fire. He feels that the world is looking at him out of their eyes. That it is in the stare of the pictures.
While Cousin Feenix, who ought to be at Long's, and in bed, finds himself, instead, at a gaming-table, where his wilful legs have taken him, perhaps, in his own despite. Night, like a giant, fills the church, from pavement to roof, and holds dominion through the silent hours.
Countess Feenix took her up, invited her to dinner parties where she found herself placed next to statesmen in office, who at first morose and nervous expecting every moment a personal assault gradually thawed when they found her a good conversationalist, a clever woman of the world, becomingly dressed.
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