Instrument-maker

Instrument-maker at the door -- as he ventured to do now, in his strange liberty -- and setting his chair in its place, and arranging the little parlour as it used to be, in case he should come home unexpectedly.

Dombey and Son Charles Dickens 1841

Instrument-maker who was proud of his little Midshipman, assisted and bore out this fancy.

Dombey and Son Charles Dickens 1841

Captain Cuttle; and to see the Instrument-maker already reviving, and hopeful for the future, and feeling that the wooden Midshipman was his own again.

Dombey and Son Charles Dickens 1841

Time, sure of foot and strong of will, had so pressed onward, that the year enjoined by the old Instrument-maker, as the term during which his friend should refrain from opening the sealed packet accompanying the letter he had left for him, was now nearly expired, and Captain Cuttle began to look at it, of an evening, with feelings of mystery and uneasiness.

Dombey and Son Charles Dickens 1841

The Instrument-maker, looking wistfully at the Captain, puts his hand into the breast-pocket of his coffee-coloured coat, brings forth his pocket-book, and takes a letter out.

Dombey and Son Charles Dickens 1841

But when the pea-coat, cap, and comforter lifted themselves up again, Florence gently moved towards them; and she and Walter taking them off, disclosed the old Instrument-maker, a little thinner and more careworn than of old, in his old Welsh wig and his old coffee-coloured coat and basket buttons, with his old infallible chronometer ticking away in his pocket.

Dombey and Son Charles Dickens 1841

Captain Cuttle, having attached his own left-handed signature, and locked up the packet in the iron safe, entreated his guest to mix another glass and smoke another pipe; and doing the like himself, fell a musing over the fire on the possible fortunes of the poor old Instrument-maker.

Dombey and Son Charles Dickens 1841

The Captain looked at the Instrument-maker, and looked at Florence, and again at the Instrument-maker.

Dombey and Son Charles Dickens 1841

He ruminated for a minute; eyeing the broker, meanwhile, as a deep genius; and then called the Instrument-maker aside.

Dombey and Son Charles Dickens 1841

'Halloa, my boy!' cried the Instrument-maker, turning briskly round.

Dombey and Son Charles Dickens 1841