ドンビー父子 — Charles Dickens
You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org . If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook. Title : Dombey and Son Author : Charles Dickens Release date : February 1, 1997 [eBook #821] Most recently updated: June 9, 2022 Language : English Other information and formats : www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/821 Credits : Neil McLachlan, Ted Davis and David Widger *** START OF Dombey and Son CHAPTER II. In which Timely Provision is made for an Emergency that will sometimes arise in the best-regulated Families CHAPTER III. In which Mr Dombey, as a Man and a Father, is seen at the Head of the Home-Department CHAPTER IV. In which some more First Appearances are made on the Stage of these Adventures CHAPTER V. Paul’s Progress and Christening CHAPTER VI. Paul’s Second Deprivation CHAPTER VII. A Bird’s-eye Glimpse of Miss Tox’s Dwelling-place: also of the State of Miss Tox’s Affections CHAPTER VIII. Paul’s Further Progress, Growth and Character CHAPTER IX. In which the Wooden Midshipman gets into Trouble CHAPTER X. Containing the Sequel of the Midshipman’s Disaster CHAPTER XI. Paul’s Introduction to a New Scene CHAPTER XII. Paul’s Education CHAPTER XIII. Shipping Intelligence and Office Business CHAPTER XIV. Paul grows more and more Old-fashioned, and goes Home for the Holidays CHAPTER XV. Amazing Artfulness of Captain Cuttle, and a new Pursuit for Walter Gay CHAPTER XVI. What the Waves were always saying CHAPTER XVII. Captain Cuttle does a little Business for the Young People CHAPTER XVIII. Father and Daughter CHAPTER XIX. Walter goes away CHAPTER XX. Mr Dombey goes upon a Journey CHAPTER XXI. New Faces CHAPTER XXII. A Trifle of Management by Mr Carker the Manager CHAPTER XXIII. Florence solitary, and the Midshipman mysterious CHAPTER XXIV. The Study of a Loving Heart CHAPTER XXV. Strange News of Uncle Sol CHAPTER XXVI. Shadows of the Past and Future CHAPTER XXVII. Deeper Shadows CHAPTER XXVIII. Alterations CHAPTER XXIX. The Opening of the Eyes of Mrs Chick CHAPTER XXX. The interval before the Marriage CHAPTER XXXI. The Wedding CHAPTER XXXII. The Wooden Midshipman goes to Pieces CHAPTER XXXIII. Contrasts CHAPTER XXXIV. Another Mother and Daughter CHAPTER XXXV. The Happy Pair CHAPTER XXXVI. Housewarming CHAPTER XXXVII. More Warnings than One CHAPTER XXXVIII. Miss Tox improves an Old Acquaintance CHAPTER XXXIX. Further Adventures of Captain Edward Cuttle, Mariner CHAPTER XL. Domestic Relations CHAPTER XLI. New Voices in the Waves CHAPTER XLII. Confidential and Accidental CHAPTER XLIII. The Watches of the Night CHAPTER XLIV. A Separation CHAPTER XLV. The Trusty Agent CHAPTER XLVI. Recognizant and Reflective CHAPTER XLVII. The Thunderbolt CHAPTER XLVIII. The Flight of Florence CHAPTER XLIX. The Midshipman makes a Discovery CHAPTER L. Mr Toots’s Complaint CHAPTER LI. Mr Dombey and the World CHAPTER LII. Secret Intelligence CHAPTER LIII. More Intelligence CHAPTER LIV. The Fugitives CHAPTER LV. Rob the Grinder loses his Place CHAPTER LVI. Several People delighted, and the Game Chicken disgusted CHAPTER LVII. Another Wedding CHAPTER LVIII. After a Lapse CHAPTER LIX. Retribution CHAPTER LX. Chiefly Matrimonial CHAPTER LXI. Relenting CHAPTER LXII. Final PREFACE OF 1848 PREFACE OF 1867 CHAPTER I. Dombey and Son D ombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it, as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin, and it was essential to toast him brown while he was very new. Dombey was about eight-and-forty years of age. Son about eight-and-forty minutes. Dombey was rather bald, rather red, and though a handsome well-made man, too stern and pompous in appearance, to be prepossessing. Son was very bald, and very red, and though (of course) an undeniably fine infant, somewhat crushed and spotty in his general effect, as yet. On the brow of Dombey, Time and his brother Care had set some marks, as on a tree that was to come down in good time—remorseless twins they are for striding through their human forests, notching as they go—while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases, which the same deceitful Time would take delight in smoothing out and wearing away with the flat part of his scythe, as a preparation of the surface for his deeper operations. Dombey, exulting in the long-looked-for event, jingled and jingled the heavy gold watch-chain that depended from below his trim blue coat, whereof the buttons sparkled phosphorescently in the feeble rays of the distant fire. Son, with his little fists curled up and clenched, seemed, in his feeble way, to be squaring at existence for having come upon him so unexpectedly. “The House will once again, Mrs Dombey,” said Mr Dombey, “be not only in name but in fact Dombey and Son;” and he added, in a tone of luxurious satisfaction, with his eyes half-closed as if he were reading the name in a device of flowers, and inhaling their fragrance at the same time; “Dom-bey and Son!” The words had such a softening influence, that he appended a term of endearment to Mrs Dombey’s name (though not without some hesitation, as being a man but little used to that form of address): and said, “Mrs Dombey, my—my dear.” A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady’s face as she raised her eyes towards him. “He will be christened Paul, my—Mrs Dombey—of course.” She feebly echoed, “Of course,” or rather expressed it by the motion of her lips, and closed her eyes again. “His father’s name, Mrs Dombey, and his grandfather’s! I wish his grandfather were alive this day! There is some inconvenience in the necessity of writing Junior,” said Mr Dombey, making a fictitious autograph on his knee; “b