Frightened by the menacing gestures of the two men, Oliverhastily swallowed the contents of the glass, and immediately fellinto a violent fit of coughing: which delighted Toby Crackit andBarney, and even drew a smile from the surly Mr. Sikes.。，
'Pooh!' said the Jew, scornfully. 'You're drunk.'。， The dove then turned up his coat-collar, and put on his cockedhat; and, having exchanged a long and affectionate embrace withhis future partner, once again braved the cold wind of the night:merely pausing, for a few minutes, in the male paupers' ward, toabuse them a little, with the view of satisfying himself that hecould fill the office of workhouse-master with needful acerbity.Assured of his qualifications, Mr. Bumble left the building witha light heart, and bright visions of his future promotion: whichserved to occupy his mind until he reached the shop of theundertaker.
'If she lasts a couple of hours, I shall be surprised.' said theapothecary's apprentice, intent upon the toothpick's point.'It's a break-up of the system altogether. Is she dozing, oldlady?'。， 'Where is he?' he asked.
As a proof of the fact, the Jew drew forth two keys from hispocket; and explained, that when he first went downstairs, he hadlocked them in, to prevent any intrusion on the conference.。， 'Regarding this boy, my dear?' said the Jew, rubbing the palms ofhis hands nervously together.
。， But as the Jew, looking back, waved his hand to intimate that hepreferred being alone; and, moreover, as the little man could notvery easily disengage himself from the chair; the sign of theCripples was, for a time, bereft of the advantage of Mr. Lively'spresence. By the time he had got upon his legs, the Jew haddisappeared; so Mr. Lively, after ineffectually standing ontiptoe, in the hope of catching sight of him, again forcedhimself into the little chair, and, exchanging a shake of thehead with a lady in the opposite shop, in which doubt andmistrust were plainly mingled, resumed his pipe with a gravedemeanour.
'Why, we can't afford to do that just now, my dear,' replied theJew, smiling; 'and, besides, that sort of thing is not in ourway; or, one of these days, I might be glad to have it done. Iknow what these girls are, Monks, well. As soon as the boybegins to harden, she'll care no more for him, than for a blockof wood. You want him made a thief. If he is alive, I can makehim one from this time; and, if--if--' said the Jew, drawingnearer to the other,--'it's not likely, mind,--but if the worstcomes to the worst, and he is dead--'。，