. Richards. He grunted something or other that meant
yes, and I sent! Grunt indeed! If he had been Mr. Pipchin, he'd have had some
reason to grunt. Yah! I've no patience with it!«
    Here this exemplary female, who has pumped up so much fortitude and virtue
from the depths of the Peruvian mines, rises from her cushioned property to see
Mrs. Chick to the door. Mrs. Chick, deploring to the last the peculiar character
of her brother, noiselessly retires, much occupied with her own sagacity and
clearness of head.
    In the dusk of the evening Mr. Toodle, being off duty, arrives with Polly
and a box, and leaves them, with a sounding kiss, in the hall of the empty
house, the retired character of which affects Mr. Toodle's spirits strongly.
    »I tell you what, Polly, my dear,« says Mr. Toodle, »being now an
ingein-driver, and well to do in the world, I shouldn't allow of your coming
here, to be made dull-like, if it warn't for favours past. But favours past,
Polly, is never to be forgot. To them which is in adversity, besides, your face
is a cord'l. So lets have another kiss on it, my dear. You wish no better than
to do a right act, I know; and my views is, that it's right and dutiful to do
this. Good night, Polly!«
    Mrs. Pipchin by this time looms dark in her black bombazeen skirts, black
bonnet, and shawl; and has her personal property packed up; and has her chair
(late a favourite chair of Mr. Dombey's and the dead bargain of the sale) ready
near the street door; and is only waiting for a fly van, going to-night to
Brighton on private service, which is to call for her, by private contract, and
convey her home.
    Presently it comes. Mrs. Pipchin's wardrobe being handed in and stowed away,
Mrs. Pipchin's chair is next handed in, and placed in a convenient corner among
certain trusses of hay; it being the intention of the amiable woman to occupy
the chair during her journey. Mrs. Pipchin herself is next handed in, and grimly
takes her seat. There is a snaky gleam in her hard grey eye, as of anticipated
rounds of buttered toast, relays of hot chops, worryings and quellings of young
children, sharp snappings at poor Berry,
