'Halloa there!' cried a voice from above.。， 'She spoke of a young creature,' resumed the matron, 'who hadbrought a child into the world some years before; not merely inthe same room, but in the same bed, in which she then lay dying.'
It was a family hotel in a quiet but handsome street near HydePark. As the brilliant light of the lamp which burnt before itsdoor, guided her to the spot, the clock struck eleven. She hadloitered for a few paces as though irresolute, and making up hermind to advance; but the sound determined her, and she steppedinto the hall. The porter's seat was vacant. She looked roundwith an air of incertitude, and advanced towards the stairs.。， Uttering this last panegyrie, Master Bates produced, from one ofhis extensive pockets, a full-sized wine-bottle, carefullycorked; while Mr. Dawkins, at the same instant, poured out awine-glassful of raw spirits from the bottle he carried: whichthe invalid tossed down his throat without a moment's hesitation.
'Why, burn my body!' said the man, raising himself on his handsas he stared the girl in the face. 'You look like a corpse cometo life again. What's the matter?'。， 'It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes,and softens down the temper,' said Mr. Bumble. 'So cry away.'
'By all means,' observed Mr. Bumble, with great alacrity.。， After a great deal of haggling and squabbling, Fagin beat downthe amount of the required advance from five pounds to threepounds four and sixpence: protesting with many solemnasseverations that that would only leave him eighteen-pence tokeep house with; Mr. Sikes sullenly remarking that if he couldn'tget any more he must accompany him home; with the Dodger andMaster Bates put the eatables in the cupboard. The Jew then,taking leave of his affectionate friend, returned homeward,attended by Nancy and the boys: Mr. Sikes, meanwhile, flinginghimself on the bed, and composing himself to sleep away the timeuntil the young lady's return.
But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble'ssoul; his heart was waterproof. Like washable beaver hats thatimprove with rain, his nerves were rendered stouter and morevigorous, by showers of tears, which, being tokens of weakness,and so far tacit admissions of his own power, please and exaltedhim. He eyed his good lady with looks of great satisfaction, andbegged, in an encouraging manner, that she should cry herhardest: the exercise being looked upon, by the faculty, asstronly conducive to health.。， Mr. Losberne was with them, and would be for the next two days;but Rose was too well acquainted with the excellent gentleman'simpetuosity, and foresaw too clearly the wrath with which, in thefirst explosion of his indignation, he would regard theinstrument of Oliver's recapture, to trust him with the secret,when her representations in the girl's behalf could be secondedby no experienced person. These were all reasons for thegreatest caution and most circumspect behaviour in communicatingit to Mrs. Maylie, whose first impulse would infallibly be tohold a conference with the worthy doctor on the subject. As toresorting to any legal adviser, even if she had known how to doso, it was scarcely to be thought of, for the same reason. Oncethe thought occurred to her of seeking assistance from Harry; butthis awakened the recollection of their last parting, and itseemed unworthy of her to call him back, when--the tears rose toher eyes as she pursued this train of reflection--he might haveby this time learnt to forget her, and to be happier away.
'I thought they were talking rather too much to be doing theirwork properly, my dear,' replied Mr. Bumble: glancingdistractedly at a couple of old women at the wash-tub, who werecomparing notes of admiration at the workhouse-master's humility.。， 'Take it up for her, Joe; can't you?' said this person.
'There now, Bill,' remonstrated Fagin, eagerly catching at theword. 'If it hadn't been for the girl! Who but poor ould Faginwas the means of your having such a handy girl about you?'。， 'Only hear him, boys!' said Fagin, shrugging his shoulders. 'Andus come to bring him all these beau-ti-ful things.'
Mr. Sikes being weak from the fever, was lying in bed, taking hotwater with his gin to render it less inflammatory; and had pushedhis glass towards Nancy to be replenished for the third or fourthtime, when these symptoms first struck him.。，
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.。， The three looking into each other's faces, seemed to breathe morefreely.
， With these words, Mr. Bumble opened the door, and walked in witha very fierce and angry manner: which was at once exchanged fora most humiliated and cowering air, as his eyes unexpectedlyrested on the form of his lady wife.。， 'Getting out of a coach,' replied Oliver, shedding tears ofdelight, 'and going into a house. I didn't speak to him--Icouldn't speak to him, for he didn't see me, and I trembled so,that I was not able to go up to him. But Giles asked, for me,whether he lived there, and they said he did. Look here,' saidOliver, opening a scrap of paper, 'here it is; here's where helives--I'm going there directly! Oh, dear me, dear me! Whatshall I do when I come to see him and hear him speak again!'