`Mrs. Dombey, it is very necessary that there should be some understanding arrived at between us. Your conduct does not please Me, madam.'

She merely glanced at him again, and again averted her eyes; but she might have spoken for an hour, and expressed less.

`I repeat, Mrs. Dombey, does not please me. I have already taken occasion to request that it may be corrected. I now insist upon it.'

`You chose a fitting occasion for your first remonstrance, Sir, and you adopt a fitting manner, and a fitting word for your second. You insist! To me!'

`Madam,' said Mr. Dombey, with his most offensive air of state, `I have made you my wife. You bear my name. You are associated with my position and my reputation. I will not say that the world in general may be disposed to think you honoured by that association; but I will say that I am accustomed to "insist," to my connections and dependents.'

`Which may you be pleased to consider me?' she asked.

`Possibly I may think that my wife should partake--or does partake, and cannot help herself--of both characters, Mrs. Dombey.'

She bent her eyes upon him steadily, and set her trembling lips. He saw her bosom throb, and saw her face flush and turn white. All this he could know, and did: but he could not know that one word was whispering in the deep recesses of her heart, to keep her quiet; and that the word was Florence.

Blind idiot, rushing to a precipice! He thought she stood in awe of him!

`You are too expensive, Madam,' said Mr. Dombey. `You are extravagant. You waste a great deal of money-- or what would be a great deal in the pockets of most gentlemen--in cultivating a kind of society that is useless to me, and, indeed, that upon the whole is disagreeable to me. I have to insist upon a total change in all these respects. I know that in the novelty of possessing a tithe of such means as Fortune has placed at your disposal, ladies are apt to run into a sudden extreme. There has been more than enough of that extreme. I beg that Mrs. Granger's very different experiences may now come to the instruction of Mrs. Dombey.'

Still the fixed look, the trembling lips, the throbbing breast, the face now crimson and now white; and still the deep whisper Florence, Florence, speaking to her in the beating of her heart.

His insolence of self-importance dilated as he saw this alteration in her. Swollen no less by her past scorn of him, and his so recent feeling of disadvantage, than by her present submission (as he took it to be), it became too mighty for his breast, and burst all bounds. Why, who could long resist his lofty will and pleasure! He had resolved to conquer her, and look here!

`You will further please, Madam,' said Mr. Dombey, in a tone of sovereign command, `to understand distinctly, that I am to be deferred to and obeyed. That I must have a positive show and confession of deference before the world, Madam. I am used to this. I require it as my right. In short I will have it. I consider it no unreasonable return for the worldly advancement that has befallen you; and I believe nobody will be surprised, either at its being required from you, or at your making it.--To Me--To Me!' he added, with emphasis.

No word from her. No change in her. Her eyes upon him.

`I have learnt from your mother, Mrs. Dombey,' said Mr. Dombey, with magisterial importance, `what no doubt you know, namely, that Brighton is recommended for her health. Mr. Carker has been so good'