'Silence!' cried Mr. Bumble, sternly. 'Take yourself downstairs,ma'am. Noah, you shut up the shop; say another word till yourmaster comes home, at your peril; and, when he does come home,tell him that Mr. Bumble said he was to send a old woman's shellafter breakfast to-morrow morning. Do you hear sir? Kissing!'cried Mr. Bumble, holding up his hands. 'The sin and wickednessof the lower orders in this porochial district is frightful! IfParliament don't take their abominable courses underconsideration, this country's ruined, and the character of thepeasantry gone for ever!' With these words, the beadle strode,with a lofty and gloomy air, from the undertaker's premises.。，
'The water!' thought Oliver, turning sick with fear. 'He hasbrought me to this lonely place to murder me!'。， 'Ay, ay!' said the Jew, with a grin, which sufficientlydemonstrated that he was at no loss to understand the reason.'Try 'em again, Tom; try 'em again.'
The tea was made, and handed in silence. Mr. Bumble, havingspread a handkerchief over his knees to prevent the crumbs fromsullying the splendour of his shorts, began to eat and drink;varying these amusements, occasionally, by fetching a deep sigh;which, however, had no injurious effect upon his appetite, but,on the contrary, rather seemed to facilitate his operations inthe tea and toast department.。， 'Oh, of course!' said the stranger, with a sneer. 'Well; andwhat's come of it?'
。， 'The mother,' said the woman, making a more violent effort thanbefore; 'the mother, when the pains of death first came upon her,whispered in my ear that if her baby was born alive, and thrived,the day might come when it would not feel so much disgraced tohear its poor young mother named. "And oh, kind Heaven!" shesaid, folding her thin hands together, "whether it be boy orgirl, raise up some friends for it in this troubled world, andtake pity upon a lonely desolate child, abandoned to its mercy!"'