By degrees, the shutters were opened; the window-blinds weredrawn up; and people began passing to and fro. Some few stoppedto gaze at Oliver for a moment or two, or turned round to stareat him as they hurried by; but none relieved him, or troubledthemselves to inquire how he came there. He had no heart to beg.And there he sat.。，
。， Nor were these the only dismal feelings which depressed Oliver.He was alone in a strange place; and we all know how chilled anddesolate the best of us will sometimes feel in such a situation.The boy had no friends to care for, or to care for him. Theregret of no recent separation was fresh in his mind; the absenceof no loved and well-remembered face sank heavily into his heart.
'Well,' said the undertaker's wife, when Oliver had finished hissupper: which she had regarded in silent horror, and withfearful auguries of his future appetite: 'have you done?'。， 'You needn't mind sending up to me, if the child cries, nurse,'said the surgeon, putting on his gloves with great deliberation.'It's very likely it WILL be troublesome. Give it a little gruelif it is.' He put on his hat, and, pausing by the bed-side onhis way to the door, added, 'She was a good-looking girl, too;where did she come from?'
'By the bye,' said Mr. Bumble, 'you don't know anybody who wantsa boy, do you? A porochial 'prentis, who is at present adead-weight; a millstone, as I may say, round the porochialthroat? Liberal terms, Mr. Sowerberry, liberal terms?' As Mr.Bumble spoke, he raised his cane to the bill above him, and gavethree distinct raps upon the words 'five pounds': which wereprinted thereon in Roman capitals of gigantic size.。，
On their way to the magistrate, Mr. Bumble instructed Oliver thatall he would have to do, would be to look very happy, and say,when the gentleman asked him if he wanted to be apprenticed, thathe should like it very much indeed; both of which injunctionsOliver promised to obey: the rather as Mr. Bumble threw in agentle hint, that if he failed in either particular, there was notelling what would be done to him. When they arrived at theoffice, he was shut up in a little room by himself, andadmonished by Mr. Bumble to stay there, until he came back tofetch him.。， 'Then come with me,' said Mrs. Sowerberry: taking up a dim anddirty lamp, and leading the way upstairs; 'your bed's under thecounter. You don't mind sleeping among the coffins, I suppose?But it doesn't much matter whether you do or don't, for you can'tsleep anywhere else. Come; don't keep me here all night!'