Mr. and Mrs. Toots withdrew to the Bedford (Mrs. Toots had been there before in old times, under her maiden name of Nipper), and there found a letter, which it took Mr. Toots such an enormous time to read, that Mrs. Toots was frightened.
"My dear Susan," said Mr. Toots, "fright is worse than exertion. Pray be calm!"
"Who is it from?" asked Mrs. Toots.
"Why, my love," said Mr. Toots, "it’s from Captain Gills. Do not excite yourself. Walters and Miss Dombey are expected home!"
"My dear," said Mrs. Toots, raising herself quickly from the sofa, very pale, "don’t try to deceive me, for it’s no use, they ’re come home—I see it plainly in your face!"
"She’s a most extraordinary woman!" exclaimed Mr. Toots, in rapturous admiration. "You ’re perfectly right, my love, they have come home. Miss Dombey has seen her father, and they are reconciled!"
"Reconciled!" cried Mrs. Toots, clapping her hands.
"My dear," said Mr. Toots; "pray do not exert yourself. Do remember the medical man! Captain Gills says—at least he don’t say, but I imagine, from what I can make out, he means—that Miss Dombey has brought her unfortunate father away from his old house, to one where she and Walters are living; that he is lying very ill there—supposed to be dying; and that she attends upon him night and day."
Mrs. Toots began to cry quite bitterly.
"My dearest Susan," replied Mr. Toots, "do, do, if you possibly can, remember the medical man! If you can’t, it’s of no consequence—but do endeavour to!"
His wife, with her old manner suddenly restored, so pathetically entreated him to take her to her precious pet, her little mistress, her own darling, and the like, that Mr. Toots, whose sympathy and admiration were of the strongest kind, consented from his very heart of hearts; and they agreed to depart immediately, and present themselves in answer to the Captain’s letter.
Now some hidden sympathies of things, or some coincidences, had that day brought the Captain himself (toward whom Mr. and Mrs. Toots were soon journeying) into the flowery train of wedlock; not as a principal, but as an accessory. It happened accidentally, and thus:
The Captain, having seen Florence and her baby for a moment, to his unbounded content, and having had a long talk with Walter, turned out for a walk; feeling it necessary to have some solitary meditation on the changes of human affairs, and to shake his glazed hat profoundly over the fall of Mr. Dombey, for whom the generosity and simplicity of his nature were awakened in a lively manner. The Captain would have been very low, indeed, on the unhappy gentleman’s account, but for the recollection of the baby; which afforded him such intense satisfaction whenever it arose, that he laughed aloud as he went along the street, and, indeed, more than once, in a sudden impulse of joy, threw up his glazed hat and caught it again; much to the amazement of the spectators. The rapid alternations of light and shade to which these two conflicting subjects of reflection exposed the Captain, were so very trying to his spirits, that he felt a long walk necessary to his composure; and as there is
