CHARLES DICKENS DOMBEY AND SON CHAPTER I Dombey and ...

neck-cloths, which were very stiff indeed; and others washing their hands or
brushing their hair, in an adjoining ante-chamber--as if they didn't think
they should enjoy it at all.
Young Toots who was ready beforehand, and had therefore nothing to do, and
had leisure to bestow upon Paul, said, with heavy good nature:
'Sit down, Dombey.'
'Thank you, Sir,' said Paul.
His endeavouring to hoist himself on to a very high window-seat, and his
slipping down again, appeared to prepare Toots's mind for the reception of a
discovery.
'You're a very small chap,' said Mr. Toots.
'Yes, Sir, I'm small,' returned Paul. 'Thank you, Sir.'
For Toots had lifted him into the seat, and done it kindly too.
'Who's your tailor?' inquired Toots, after looking at him for some moments.
'It's a woman that has made my clothes as yet,' said Paul. 'My sister's
dressmaker.'
'My tailor's Burgess and Co.,' said Toots. 'Fash'nable. But very dear.'
Paul had wit enough to shake his head, as if he would have said it was easy
to see that; and indeed he thought so.
'Your father's regularly rich, ain't he? ' inquired Mr. Toots.
'Yes, Sir,' said Paul. 'He's Dombey and Son.'
'And which?' demanded Toots.