'No,' replied the old lady, giving it to him mechanically.Oliver glanced at it, and saw that it was directed to HarryMaylie, Esquire, at some great lord's house in the country;where, he could not make out.。，
。， 'A few--a very few--will suffice, Rose,' said the young man,drawing his chair towards her. 'What I shall have to say, hasalready presented itself to your mind; the most cherished hopesof my heart are not unknown to you, though from my lips you havenot heard them stated.'
At length, she said, in a trembling voice:。， 'I think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bullyGiles, and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles isa faithful fellow and an old servant, I know; but you can make itup to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such agood shot besides. You don't object to that?'
He looked anxiously round; not an article of furniture; not avestige of anything, animate or inanimate; not even the positionof the cupboards; answered Oliver's description!。， The patience of the two ladies was destined to undergo a longertrial than Mr. Losberne had led them to expect; for hour afterhour passed on, and still Oliver slumbered heavily. It wasevening, indeed, before the kind-hearted doctor brought them theintelligence, that he was at length sufficiently restored to bespoken to. The boy was very ill, he said, and weak from the lossof blood; but his mind was so troubled with anxiety to disclosesomething, that he deemed it better to give him the opportunity,than to insist upon his remaining quiet until next morning:which he should otherwise have done.
And when Sunday came, how differently the day was spent, from anyway in which he had ever spent it yet! and how happily too; likeall the other days in that most happy time! There was the littlechurch, in the morning, with the green leaves fluttering at thewindows: the birds singing without: and the sweet-smelling airstealing in at the low porch, and filling the homely buildingwith its fragrance. The poor people were so neat and clean, andknelt so reverently in prayer, that it seemed a pleasure, not atedious duty, their assembling there together; and though thesinging might be rude, it was real, and sounded more musical (toOliver's ears at least) than any he had ever heard in churchbefore. Then, there were the walks as usual, and many calls atthe clean houses of the labouring men; and at night, Oliver reada chapter or two from the Bible, which he had been studying allthe week, and in the performance of which duty he felt more proudand pleased, than if he had been the clergyman himself.。， 'They do not,' replied Rose, colouring deeply.
So three months glided away; three months which, in the life ofthe most blessed and favoured of mortals, might have beenunmingled happiness, and which, in Oliver's were true felicity.With the purest and most amiable generousity on one side; and thetruest, warmest, soul-felt gratitude on the other; it is nowonder that, by the end of that short time, Oliver Twist hadbecome completely domesticated with the old lady and her niece,and that the fervent attachment of his young and sensitive heart,was repaid by their pride in, and attachment to, himself.。，
'--Heerd a noise,' continued Mr. Giles. 'I says, at first, "Thisis illusion"; and was composing myself off to sleep, when I heerdthe noise again, distinct.'。， 'I ask you again,' thundered the doctor, 'are you, on your solemnoaths, able to identify that boy?'
'There was two of 'em in it,' continued Blathers; 'and they had aboy with 'em; that's plain from the size of the window. That'sall to be said at present. We'll see this lad that you've gotupstairs at once, if you please.'。，
Mr. Giles was apparently considering the propriety of indulgingin a respectful smile himself, when a gig drove up to thegarden-gate: out of which there jumped a fat gentleman, who ranstraight up to the door: and who, getting quickly into the houseby some mysterious process, burst into the room, and nearlyoverturned Mr. Giles and the breakfast-table together.。， 'Now, what is this, about this here boy that the servants area-talking on?' said Blathers.
。， Morning came; and the little cottage was lonely and still. Peoplespoke in whispers; anxious faces appeared at the gate, from timeto time; women and children went away in tears. All the livelongday, and for hours after it had grown dark, Oliver paced softlyup and down the garden, raising his eyes every instant to thesick chamber, and shuddering to see the darkened window, lookingas if death lay stretched inside. Late that night, Mr. Losbernearrived. 'It is hard,' said the good doctor, turning away as hespoke; 'so young; so much beloved; but there is very littlehope.'
。， This gentleman walked with much deliberation into the bar to makeout the bill: which took a long time making out: and after itwas ready, and paid, a horse had to be saddled, and a man to bedressed, which took up ten good minutes more. Meanwhile Oliverwas in such a desperate state of impatience and anxiety, that hefelt as if he could have jumped upon the horse himself, andgalloped away, full tear, to the next stage. At length, all wasready; and the little parcel having been handed up, with manyinjunctions and entreaties for its speedy delivery, the man setspurs to his horse, and rattling over the uneven paving of themarket-place, was out of the town, and galloping along theturnpike-road, in a couple of minutes.