 mustn't go
and do what's mean. Wy, it's mean,« said the Chicken, with increased expression.
»That's where it is. It's mean.«
    »Chicken!« said Mr. Toots, »you disgust me.«
    »Master,« returned the Chicken, putting on his hat, »there's a pair on us,
then. Come! Here's a offer! You've spoke to me more than once't or twice't about
the public line. Never mind! Give me a fi'typunnote to-morrow, and let me go.«
    »Chicken,« returned Mr. Toots, »after the odious sentiments you have
expressed, I shall be glad to part on such terms.«
    »Done then,« said the Chicken. »It's a bargain. This here conduct of yourn
won't suit my book, Master. Wy, it's mean,« said the Chicken; who seemed equally
unable to get beyond that point, and to stop short of it. »That's where it is;
it's mean!«
    So Mr. Toots and the Chicken agreed to part on this incompatibility of moral
perception; and Mr. Toots lying down to sleep, dreamed happily of Florence, who
had thought of him as her friend upon the last night of her maiden life, and who
had sent him her dear love.
 

                                  Chapter LVII

                                Another Wedding.

Mr. Sownds the beadle, and Mrs. Miff the pew-opener, are early at their posts in
the fine church where Mr. Dombey was married. A yellow-faced old gentleman from
India, is going to take unto himself a young wife this morning, and six
carriages full of company are expected, and Mrs. Miff has been informed that the
yellow-faced old gentleman could pave the road to church with diamonds and
hardly miss them. The nuptial benediction is to be a superior one, proceeding
from a very reverend, a dean, and the lady is to be given away, as an
extraordinary present, by somebody who comes express from the Horse Guards.
    Mrs. Miff is more intolerant of common people this morning than she
generally is; and she has always strong opinions on that subject, for it is
associated with free sittings. Mrs. Miff is not a student of political economy
(she thinks the science is connected with dissenters; »Baptists or Wesleyans, or
some o' them,« she says), but she can never understand what business your
