The night-coach by which Susan was to go, was on the point of departure. Mr. Toots having put per inside, lingered by the window, irresolutely, until the driver was about to mount; when, standing on the step, and putting in a face that by the light of the lamp was anxious and confused, he said abruptly:

`I say, Susan! Miss Dombey, you know--'

`Yes, Sir.'

`Do you think she could--you know--eh?'

`I beg your pardon, Mr. Toots,' said Susan, `but I don't hear you.'

`Do you think she could be brought, you know--not exactly at once, but in time--in a long time--to--to love me, you know? There!' said poor Mr. Toots.

`Oh dear no!' returned Susan, shaking her head. `I should say, never. Ne--ver!'

`Thank'ee!' said Mr. Toots. `It's of no consequence. Good night. It's of no consequence, thank'ee!'