When the room-door closed behind him, Mr. Grimwig lifted up hishead, and converting one of the hind legs of his chair into apivot, described three distinct circles with the assistance ofhis stick and the table; stitting in it all the time. Afterperforming this evolution, he rose and limped as fast as he couldup and down the room at least a dozen times, and then stoppingsuddenly before Rose, kissed her without the slightest preface.。， CHAPTER XXXVIII
。， As he discharged himself of this pleasantry, Mr. Bumble took hishat from a peg, and putting it on, rather rakishly, on one side,as a man might, who felt he had asserted his superiority in abecoming manner, thrust his hands into his pockets, and saunteredtowards the door, with much ease and waggishness depicted in hiswhole appearance.
Mr. Bumble rose with a very rueful countenance: wondering muchwhat something desperate might be. Picking up his hat, he lookedtowards the door.。， 'If you flung a man's body down there, where would it beto-morrow morning?' said Monks, swinging the lantern to and froin the dark well.
'What'll be over?' demanded Mr. Sikes in a savage voice. 'Whatfoolery are you up to, now, again? Get up and bustle about, anddon't come over me with your woman's nonsense.'。， 'It's a long time,' said Mr. Bumble. 'Very good. I've done it.'
Mr. Bumble sat in the workhouse parlour, with his eyes moodilyfixed on the cheerless grate, whence, as it was summer time, nobrighter gleam proceeded, than the reflection of certain sicklyrays of the sun, which were sent back from its cold and shiningsurface. A paper fly-cage dangled from the ceiling, to which heoccasionally raised his eyes in gloomy thought; and, as theheedless insects hovered round the gaudy net-work, Mr. Bumblewould heave a deep sigh, while a more gloomy shadow overspreadhis countenance. Mr. Bumble was meditating; it might be that theinsects brought to mind, some painful passage in his own pastlife.。，
Tears are signs of gladness as well as grief; but those whichcoursed down Rose's face, as she sat pensively at the window,still gazing in the same direction, seemed to tell more of sorrowthan of joy.。，
The girl drew closer to the table, and glancing at Monks with anair of careless levity, withdrew her eyes; but as he turnedtowards Fagin, she stole another look; so keen and searching, andfull of purpose, that if there had been any bystander to observethe change, he could hardly have believed the two looks to haveproceeded from the same person.。，
。， Regardless of all this: for she had weightier matters at heart:Nancy followed the man, with trembling limbs, to a smallante-chamber, lighted by a lamp from the ceiling. Here he lefther, and retired.