'You ought to be dead; positively dead with the fright,' said thefat gentleman. 'Why didn't you send? Bless me, my man shouldhave come in a minute; and so would I; and my assistant wouldhave been delighted; or anybody, I'm sure, under suchcircumstances. Dear, dear! So unexpected! In the silence ofthe night, too!'。，
Now, the fact was that the excellent doctor had never acted uponanything but impulse all through his life, and if was no badcompliment to the nature of the impulses which governed him, thatso far from being involved in any peculiar troubles ormisfortunes, he had the warmest respect and esteem of all whoknew him. If the truth must be told, he was a little out oftemper, for a minute or two, at being disappointed in procuringcorroborative evidence of Oliver's story on the very firstoccasion on which he had a chance of obtaining any. He soon cameround again, however; and finding that Oliver's replies to hisquestions, were still as straightforward and consistent, andstill delivered with as much apparent sincerity and truth, asthey had ever been, he made up his mind to attach full credenceto them, from that time forth.。，
'Brittles is right,' said Mr. Giles, nodding his head,approvingly; 'from a woman, nothing else was to be expected. We,being men, took a dark lantern that was standing on Brittle'shob, and groped our way downstairs in the pitch dark,--as itmight be so.'。， 'Of course the lady knows that, don't she?' demanded Mr.Blathers. 'Always interrupting, you are, partner! This hereConkey Chickweed, miss, kept a public-house over Battlebridgeway, and he had a cellar, where a good many young lords went tosee cock-fighting, and badger-drawing, and that; and a weryintellectural manner the sports was conducted in, for I've seen'em off'en. He warn't one of the family, at that time; and onenight he was robbed of three hundred and twenty-seven guineas ina canvas bag, that was stole out of his bedrrom in the dead ofnight, by a tall man with a black patch over his eye, who hadconcealed himself under the bed, and after committing therobbery, jumped slap out of window: which was only a story high.
'Oh no, indeed, sir,' replied Oliver, shuddering at the veryrecollection of the old wretch's countenance; 'I saw him tooplainly for that. I saw them both, as plainly as I see you now.'。， 'As soon as I think proper,' said Mr. Losberne, looking into theother parlour; which, like the first, bore no resemblancewhatever to Oliver's account of it. 'I shall find you out, someday, my friend.'