other: "why don’t you talk to me? you know what I mean. Why don’t you tell me something to the purpose?"
The Major laughed, and kissed the hand she had bestowed upon him, and laughed again immensely.
"Is there as much Heart in Mr. Dombey as I gave him credit for?" languished Cleopatra tenderly. "Do you think he is in earnest, my dear Major? Would you recommend his being spoken to, or his being left alone? Now tell me, like a dear man, what would you advise."
"Shall we marry him to Edith Granger, Ma’am?" chuckled the Major, hoarsely.
"Mysterious creature!" returned Cleopatra, bringing her fan to bear upon the Major’s nose. "How can we marry him?"
"Shall we marry him to Edith Granger, Ma’am, I say?" chuckled the Major again.
Mrs. Skewton returned no answer in words, but smiled upon the Major with so much archness and vivacity, that that gallant officer considering himself challenged, would have imprinted a kiss on her exceedingly red lips, but for her interposing the fan with a very winning and juvenile dexterity. It might have been in modesty; it might have been in apprehension of some danger to their bloom.
"Dombey, Ma’am," said the Major, "is a great catch."
"Oh, mercenary wretch!" cried Cleopatra, with a little shriek, "I am shocked."
"And Dombey, Ma’am," pursued the Major, thrusting forward his head, and distending his eyes, "is in earnest. Joseph says it; Bagstock knows it; J. B. keeps him to the mark. Leave Dombey to himself, Ma’am. Dombey is safe, Ma’am. Do as you have done; do no more; and trust to J. B. for the end."
"You really think so, my dear Major?" returned Cleopatra, who had eyed him very cautiously, and very searchingly, in spite of her listless bearing.
"Sure of it, Ma’am," rejoined the Major. "Cleopatra the peerless, and her Antony Bagstock, will often speak of this, triumphantly, when sharing the elegance and wealth of Edith Dombey’s establishment. Dombey’s right-hand man, Ma’am," said the Major, stopping abruptly in a chuckle, and becoming serious, "has arrived."
"This morning?" said Cleopatra.
"This morning, Ma’am," returned the Major. "And Dombey’s anxiety for his arrival, Ma’am, is to be referred—take J. B.'s word for this; for Joe is de-vilish sly"—the Major tapped his nose, and screwed up one of his eyes tight: which did not enhance his native beauty—"to his desire that what is in the wind should become known to him’ without Dombey’s telling and consulting him. For Dombey is as proud, Ma’am," said the Major, "as Lucifer."
"A charming quality," lisped Mrs. Skewton; "reminding one of dearest Edith."
"Well, Ma’am," said the Major. "I have thrown out hints already, and the right-hand man understands 'em; and I ’ll throw out more, before the day is done. Dombey projected this morning a ride to Warwick Castle, and to Kenilworth, to-morrow, to be preceded by a breakfast with us. I under-
