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e surprise, at sight of her. She dared not raise her eyes to his any more; but she felt that he looked at her once again, and not less favourably. Oh what a thrill of joy shot through her, awakened by even this intangible and baseless confirmation of her hope that she would learn to win him, through her new and beautiful Mama! 'You will not be long dressing, Mrs Dombey, I presume?' said Mr Dombey. 'I shall be ready immediately.' 'Let them send up dinner in a quarter of an hour.' With that Mr Dombey stalked away to his own dressing-room, and Mrs Dombey went upstairs to hers. Mrs Skewton and Florence repaired to the drawing-room, where that excellent mother considered it incumbent on her to shed a few irrepressible tears, supposed to be forced from her by her daughter's felicity; and which she was still drying, very gingerly, with a laced corner of her pocket-handkerchief, when her son-in-law appeared. 'And how, my dearest Dombey, did you find that delightfullest of cities, Paris?' she asked, subduing her emotion. 'It was cold,' returned Mr Dombey. 'Gay as ever,' said Mrs Skewton, 'of course. 'Not particularly. I thought it dull,' said Mr Dombey. 'Fie, my dearest Dombey!' archly; 'dull!' 'It made that impression upon me, Madam,' said Mr Dombey, with grave politeness. 'I believe Mrs Dombey found it dull too. She mentioned once or twice that she thought it so.' 'Why, you naughty girl!' cried Mrs Skewton, rallying her dear child, who now entered, 'what dreadfully heretical things have you been saying about Paris?' Edith raised her eyebrows with an air of weariness; and passing the folding-doors which were thrown open to display the suite of rooms in their new and handsome garniture, and barely glancing at them as she passed, sat down by Florence. 'My dear Dombey,' said Mrs Skewton, 'how charmingly these people have carried out every idea that we hinted. They have made a perfect palace of the house, positively.' 'It is handsome,' said Mr Dombey, looking round. 'I directed that no expense should be spared; and all that money could do, has been done, I believe.' 'And what can it not do, dear Dombey?' observed Cleopatra. 'It is powerful, Madam,' said Mr Dombey. He looked in his solemn way towards his wife, but not a word said she. 'I hope, Mrs Dombey,' addressing her after a moment's silence, with especial distinctness; 'that these alterations meet with your approval?' 'They are as hands
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