“Why, what can you want with Dombey and Son’s?”
“To know the way there, if you please.”
The man looked at her yet more curiously, and rubbed the back of his head so hard in his wonderment that he knocked his own hat off.
“Joe!” he called to another man—a labourer—as he picked it up and put it on again.
“Joe it is!” said Joe.
“Where’s that young spark of Dombey’s who’s been watching the shipment of them goods?”
“Just gone, by tt’other gate,” said Joe.
“Call him back a minute.”
Joe ran up an archway, bawling as he went, and very soon returned with a blithe-looking boy.
“You’re Dombey’s jockey, ain’t you?” said the first man.