When the doctor smiled auspiciously at his author, or knit his brows, or shook his head and made wry faces at him, as much as to say, "Don't tell me, sir; I know better," it was terrific—Chap. xi.
"Your father's regularly rich, ain't he!" inquired Mr. Toots. "Yes, sir," said Paul; "He's Dombey and Son"—Chap. xii.
"You respect nobody, Carker, I think," said Mr. Dombey. "No!" inquired Carker, with another wide and most feline show of his teeth—Chap. xiii.
During this conversation, Walter had looked from one brother to the other with pain and amazement—Chap. xiii.