Dombey and Son by Charles Dickens (ebook reader 7 inch .txt) 📖

et doctus, gentlemen, whom I, a retiring Cincinnatus, wish to present to my little senate, as their future Dictator. Gentlemen, we will resume our studies on the twenty-fifth of next month, under the auspices of Mr Feeder, B.A.’ At this (which Doctor Blimber had previously called upon all the parents, and urbanely explained), the young gentlemen cheered; and Mr Tozer, on behalf of the rest, instantly presented the Doctor with a silver inkstand, in a speech containing very little of the mother-tongue, but fifteen quotations from the Latin, and seven from the Greek, which moved the younger of the young gentlemen to discontent and envy: they remarking, ‘Oh, ah. It was all very well for old Tozer, but they didn’t subscribe money for old Tozer to show off with, they supposed; did they? What business was it of old Tozer’s more than anybody else’s? It wasn’t his inkstand. Why couldn’t he leave the boys’ property alone?’ and murmuring other expressions of their dissatisfaction, which seemed to find a greater relief in calling him old Tozer, than in any other available vent.

Not a word had been said to the young gentlemen, nor a hint dropped, of anything like a contemplated marriage between Mr Feeder, B.A., and the fair Cornelia Blimber. Doctor Blimber, especially, seemed to take pains to look as if nothing would surprise him more; but it was perfectly well known to all the young gentlemen nevertheless, and when they departed for the society of their relations and friends, they took leave of Mr Feeder with awe.

Mr Feeder’s most romantic visions were fulfilled. The Doctor had determined to paint the house outside, and put it in thorough repair; and to give up the business, and to give up Cornelia. The painting and repairing began upon the very day of the young gentlemen’s departure, and now behold! the wedding morning was come, and Cornelia, in a new pair of spectacles, was waiting to be led to the hymeneal altar.

The Doctor with his learned legs, and Mrs Blimber in a lilac bonnet, and Mr Feeder, B.A., with his long knuckles and his bristly head of hair, and Mr Feeder’s brother, the Reverend Alfred Feeder, M.A., who was to perform the ceremony, were all assembled in the drawing-room, and Cornelia with her orange-flowers and bridesmaids had just come down, and looked, as of old, a little squeezed in appearance, but very charming, when the door opened, and the weak-eyed young man, in a loud voice, made the following proclamation:

‘MR AND MRS TOOTS!’

Upon which there entered Mr Toots, grown extremely stout, and on his arm a lady very handsomely and becomingly dressed, with very bright black eyes.

‘Mrs Blimber,’ said Mr Toots, ‘allow me to present my wife.’

Mrs Blimber was delighted to receive her. Mrs Blimber was a little condescending, but extremely kind.

‘And as you’ve known me for a long time, you know,’ said Mr Toots, ‘let me assure you that she is one of the most remarkable women that ever lived.’

‘My dear!’ remonstrated Mrs Toots.

‘Upon my word and honour she is,’ said Mr Toots. ‘I—I assure you, Mrs Blimber, she’s a most extraordinary woman.’

Mrs Toots laughed merrily, and Mrs Blimber led her to Cornelia. Mr Toots having paid his respects in that direction and having saluted his old preceptor, who said, in allusion to his conjugal state, ‘Well, Toots, well, Toots! So you are one of us, are you, Toots?’—retired with Mr Feeder, B.A., into a window.

Mr Feeder, B.A., being in great spirits, made a spar at Mr Toots, and tapped him skilfully with the back of his hand on the breastbone.

‘Well, old Buck!’ said Mr Feeder with a laugh. ‘Well! Here we are! Taken in and done for. Eh?’

‘Feeder,’ returned Mr Toots. ‘I give you joy. If you’re as—as—as perfectly blissful in a matrimonial life, as I am myself, you’ll have nothing to desire.’

‘I don’t forget my old friends, you see,’ said Mr Feeder. ‘I ask em to my wedding, Toots.’

‘Feeder,’ replied Mr Toots gravely, ‘the fact is, that there were several circumstances which prevented me from communicating with you until after my marriage had been solemnised. In the first place, I had made a perfect brute of myself to you, on the subject of Miss Dombey; and I felt that if you were asked to any wedding of mine, you would naturally expect that it was with Miss Dombey, which involved explanations, that upon my word and honour, at that crisis, would have knocked me completely over. In the second place, our wedding was strictly private; there being nobody present but one friend of myself and Mrs Toots’s, who is a Captain in—I don’t exactly know in what,’ said Mr Toots, ‘but it’s of no consequence. I hope, Feeder, that in writing a statement of what had occurred before Mrs Toots and myself went abroad upon our foreign tour, I fully discharged the offices of friendship.’

‘Toots, my boy,’ said Mr Feeder, shaking his hands, ‘I was joking.’

‘And now, Feeder,’ said Mr Toots, ‘I should be glad to know what you think of my union.’

‘Capital!’ returned Mr Feeder.

‘You think it’s capital, do you, Feeder?’ said Mr Toots solemnly. ‘Then how capital must it be to Me! For you can never know what an extraordinary woman that is.’

Mr Feeder was willing to take it for granted. But Mr Toots shook his head, and wouldn’t hear of that being possible.

‘You see,’ said Mr Toots, ‘what I wanted in a wife was—in short, was sense. Money, Feeder, I had. Sense I—I had not, particularly.’

Mr Feeder murmured, ‘Oh, yes, you had, Toots!’ But Mr Toots said:

‘No, Feeder, I had not. Why should I disguise it? I had not. I knew that sense was There,’ said Mr Toots, stretching out his hand towards his wife, ‘in perfect heaps. I had no relation to object or be offended, on the score of station; for I had no relation. I have never had anybody belonging to me but my guardian, and him, Feeder, I have always considered as a Pirate and a Corsair. Therefore, you know it was not likely,’ said Mr Toots, ‘that I should take his opinion.’

‘No,’ said Mr Feeder.

‘Accordingly,’ resumed Mr Toots, ‘I acted on my own. Bright was the day on which I did so! Feeder! Nobody but myself can tell what the capacity of that woman’s mind is. If ever the Rights of Women, and all that kind of thing, are properly attended to, it will be through her powerful intellect—Susan, my dear!’ said Mr Toots, looking abruptly out of the windows ‘pray do not exert yourself!’

‘My dear,’ said Mrs Toots, ‘I was only talking.’

‘But, my love,’ said Mr Toots, ‘pray do not exert yourself. You really must be careful. Do not, my dear Susan, exert yourself. She’s so easily excited,’ said Mr Toots, apart to Mrs Blimber, ‘and then she forgets the medical man altogether.’

Mrs Blimber was impressing on Mrs Toots the necessity of caution, when Mr Feeder, B.A., offered her his arm, and led her down to the carriages that were waiting to go to church. Doctor Blimber escorted Mrs Toots. Mr Toots escorted the fair bride, around whose lambent spectacles two gauzy little bridesmaids fluttered like moths. Mr Feeder’s brother, Mr Alfred Feeder, M.A., had already gone on, in advance, to assume his official functions.

The ceremony was performed in an admirable manner. Cornelia, with her crisp little curls, ‘went in,’ as the Chicken might have said, with great composure; and Doctor Blimber gave her away, like a man who had quite made up his mind to it. The gauzy little bridesmaids appeared to suffer most. Mrs Blimber was affected, but gently so; and told the Reverend Mr Alfred Feeder, M.A., on the way home, that if she could only have seen Cicero in his retirement at Tusculum, she would not have had a wish, now, ungratified.

There was a breakfast afterwards, limited to the same small party; at which the spirits of Mr Feeder, B.A., were tremendous, and so communicated themselves to Mrs Toots that Mr Toots was several times heard to observe, across the table, ‘My dear Susan, don’t exert yourself!’ The best of it was, that Mr Toots felt it incumbent on him to make a speech; and in spite of a whole code of telegraphic dissuasions from Mrs Toots, appeared on his legs for the first time in his life.

‘I really,’ said Mr Toots, ‘in this house, where whatever was done to me in the way of—of any mental confusion sometimes—which is of no consequence and I impute to nobody—I was always treated like one of Doctor Blimber’s family, and had a desk to myself for a considerable period—can—not—allow—my friend Feeder to be—’

Mrs Toots suggested ‘married.’

‘It may not be inappropriate to the occasion, or altogether uninteresting,’ said Mr Toots with a delighted face, ‘to observe that my wife is a most extraordinary woman, and would do this much better than myself—allow my friend Feeder to be married—especially to—’

Mrs Toots suggested ‘to Miss Blimber.’

‘To Mrs Feeder, my love!’ said Mr Toots, in a subdued tone of private discussion: “‘whom God hath joined,” you know, “let no man”—don’t you know? I cannot allow my friend Feeder to be married—especially to Mrs Feeder—without proposing their—their—Toasts; and may,’ said Mr Toots, fixing his eyes on his wife, as if for inspiration in a high flight, ‘may the torch of Hymen be the beacon of joy, and may the flowers we have this day strewed in their path, be the—the banishers of—of gloom!’

Doctor Blimber, who had a taste for metaphor, was pleased with this, and said, ‘Very good, Toots! Very well said, indeed, Toots!’ and nodded his head and patted his hands. Mr Feeder made in reply, a comic speech chequered with sentiment. Mr Alfred Feeder, M.A., was afterwards very happy on Doctor and Mrs Blimber; Mr Feeder, B.A., scarcely less so, on the gauzy little bridesmaids. Doctor Blimber then, in a sonorous voice, delivered a few thoughts in the pastoral style, relative to the rushes among which it was the intention of himself and Mrs Blimber to dwell, and the bee that would hum around their cot. Shortly after which, as the Doctor’s eyes were twinkling in a remarkable manner, and his son-in-law had already observed that time was made for slaves, and had inquired whether Mrs Toots sang, the discreet Mrs Blimber dissolved the sitting, and sent Cornelia away, very cool and comfortable, in a post-chaise, with the man of her heart.

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