Florence had listened tearfully to Walter’s sad tale and to the captain’s offer of his valuables, and little Paul now tried to comfort her; but Mr. Dombey, watching them, saw only his son’s wistful expression, thought only of his pleasure, and after taking the child on his knee, and having a brief consulation with him, he announced pompously that Master Paul would lend the money to Walter’s uncle.  Young Gay tried to express his gratitude for this favor, but Mr. Dombey stopped him short.  Then, sweeping the captain’s property from him, he added, “Have the goodness to take these things away, sir!”

Captain Cuttle was so much struck by the magnanimity of Mr. Dombey, in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand, that when he had deposited them in his pockets again, he could not refrain from grasping that gentleman’s right hand in his own solitary left, before following Walter out of the room, and Mr. Dombey shivered at his touch.

Florence was running after them, to send some message to old Sol, when Mr. Dombey called her back, bidding her stay where she was, and so the episode ended.

When the children had been nearly twelve months at Mrs. Pipchin’s, Mr. Dombey decided to send Paul to Dr. Blimber’s boarding-school where his education would be properly begun.  Accordingly, Paul began his studies in that hot-bed of learning, where the dreamy, delicate child with his quaint ways soon became a favorite with teachers and pupils.  The process of being educated was difficult for one so young and frail, and he might have sunk beneath the burden of his tasks but for looking forward to the weekly visit to his sister at Mrs. Pipchin’s.

Oh, Saturdays!  Oh, happy Saturdays!  When Florence always came for him at noon, and never would in any weather stay away:  these Saturdays were Sabbaths for at least two little Christians among all the Jews, and did the holy Sabbath work of strengthening and knitting up a brother’s and a sister’s love.

Seeing her brother’s difficulty with his lessons, Florence procured books similar to his, and sat down at night to track his footsteps through the thorny ways of learning; and being naturally quick, and taught by that most wonderful of masters, Love, it was not long before she gained upon Paul’s heels, and caught, and passed him.

And high was her reward, when one Saturday evening she sat down by his side and made all that was so dark, clear and plain before him.  It was nothing but a startled look in Paul’s wan face—­a flush—­a smile—­and then a close embrace—­but God knows how her heart leaped up at this rich payment for her trouble.

“Oh, Floy!” he cried, “how I love you!”

He said no more about it, but all that evening sat close by her, very quiet; and in the night he called out from his little room, three or four times, that he loved her.  Regularly after that Florence sat down with him on Saturday night, and assisted him through so much as they could anticipate together of his next week’s work.