abit of making.

'Therefore I can judge,' said Mr Perch, shaking his head and speaking
in a silvery murmur, 'of the feelings of such as is at all peculiarly
sitiwated in this most painful rewelation.'

Here Mr Perch waited to be confided in; and receiving no confidence,
coughed behind his hand. This leading to nothing, he coughed behind
his hat; and that leading to nothing, he put his hat on the ground and
sought in his breast pocket for the letter.

'If I rightly recollect, there was no answer,' said Mr Perch, with an
affable smile; 'but perhaps you'll be so good as cast your eye over it,
Sir.'

John Carker broke the seal, which was Mr Dombey's, and possessing
himself of the contents, which were very brief, replied,

'No. No answer is expected.'

'Then I shall wish you good morning, Miss,' said Perch, taking a step
toward the door, and hoping, I'm sure, that you'll not permit yourself
to be more reduced in mind than you can help, by the late painful
rewelation. The Papers,' said Mr Perch, taking two steps back again, and
comprehensively addressing both the brother and sister in a whisper
of increased mystery, 'is more eager for news of it than you'd suppose
possible. One of the Sunday ones, in a blue cloak and a white hat,
that had previously offered for to bribe me--need I say with what
success?--was dodging about our court last night as late as twenty
minutes after eight o'clock. I see him myself, with his eye at the
counting-house keyhole, which being patent is impervious. Another one,'
said Mr Perch, 'with military frogs, is in the parlour of the King's
Arms all the blessed day. I happened, last week, to let a little
obserwation fall there, and next morning, which was Sunday, I see it
worked up in print, in a most surprising manner.'

Mr Perch resorted to his breast pocket, as if to produce the paragraph
but receiving no encouragement, pulled out his beaver gloves, picked up
his hat, and took his leave; and before it was high noon, Mr Perch had
related to several select audiences at the King's Arms and elsewhere,
how Miss Carker, bursting into tears, had caught him by both hands, and
said, 'Oh! dear dear Perch, the sight of you is all the comfort I have
left!' and how Mr John Carker had said, in an awful voice, 'Perch, I
disown him. Never let me hear hIm mentioned as a brother more!'

'Dear John,' said Harriet, when they were left alone, and had remained
silent for some few moments. 'There are bad tidings