advice in the beginning ; you would, if he
 hadn't had a fever, I suppose,—eh! He
 was interesting, wasn’t he? Interesting!
 Bah!” and Mr.Grimwig poked the fire
 with a flourish.
 
‘“ He was a dear, grateful, gentle child,
 sir,’ retorted Mrs. Bedwin indignantly.
 c] know what children are, sir, and have
 done these forty years: and people who
 can’t say the same shouldn’t say anything
 about them—that’s my opinion.”
 
This was a hard hit at Mr. Grimwig,
 who was a bachelor; but as it extorted
 
 
the old lady tossed her head and smoothed
 
down her apron, preparatory to another
 speech, when she was stopped by Mr.
 Brownlow.
 
s Silence!” said the old gentleman,
 feigning an anger which he was far from
 feeling. ‘ Never let me hear the boy’s
 
 
ver—never, on any pretence, mind. You
 may leave the room, Mrs. Bedwin. Re¬
 member; I am in earnest.”
 
There were sad hearts at Mr. Brown¬
 low’s that night. Oliver’s sank within
 him when he thought of his good, kind
 friends; but it was well for him that he
 
 
it would have broken outright.
 How Oliver passed his time in the improving
 society of his reputable friends.
 Axsour noon next day, when the Dodger
 and Master Bates had gone out to pursue
 their customary avocations, Mr. Fagin
 oon the opportunity of reading Oliver a
 0
 tain of which he clearly demonstrated
 he had been guilty to no ordinary extent
 in wilfully absenting himself from the
 society of his anxious friends, and still
 more in endeavouring to escape from
 them after so much trouble and expense
 had been incurred in his recovery. Mr.
 Fagin laid great stress on the fact of his
 having taken Oliver in and cherished
 him, when without his timely aid he
 might have perished with hunger; and
 related the dismal and affecting history
 of a young lad whom in his philanthropy
 he had succoured under parallel circum¬
 stances, but who, proving unworthy of his
 confidence, and evincing a desire to com¬
 municate with the police, had unfortunate¬
 iy come to be hung at the Old Bailey one
 morning. Mr. Fagin did not seek to con
 ceal his share in the catastrophe, but
 lamented with tears in his eyes that the
 wrong-headed and treacherous behaviour
 of the young person in question had ren¬
 the victim of certain evidence for the
 crown, which, if it were not precisely
 true, was indispensably necessary for the
 safety of him (Mr. Fagin,) and a few
 select friends. Mr. Fagin concluded by
 drawing a rather disagreeable picture of
 the discomforts of hanging, and, with
 oreat friendliness and politeness of man¬
 ner, expressed his anxious hope that he
 might never be obliged to submit Oliver
 Twist to that unpleasant operation.
 Little Oliver’s blood ran cold as he lis¬
 tened to the Jew’s words, and imperfectly
 comprehended the dark threats conveyed
 in them: that it was possible even for
 justice itself to confound the innocent
 
dental companionship, he knew already ;
 and that deeply-laid plans for the destruc¬
 tion of inconveniently-knowing, or over¬
 communicative persons, had been really
 devised and carried out by the old Jew on
 more occasions than one, he thought by
 no means unlikely when he recollected
 the general nature of the altercations be¬
 tween that gentleman and Mr. Sikes,
 which seemed to bear reference to some
 foregone conspiracy of the kind. As he
 glanced timidly up, and met the Jew’s
 searching look, he felt that his pale face
 and trembling limbs were neither un¬
 noticed nor unrelished by the wary vil¬
 Jain.
 
The Jew smiled hideously, and, patting
 Oliver on the head, said that if he kept
 himself quiet, and applied himself to busi¬
 ness, he saw they would be very good
 friends yet. Then taking his hat, and
 covering himself up in an old patched
 oreat-coat, he went out and locked the
 room-door behind him.
 
And so Oliver remained all that day,
 and for the greater part of many sub¬
 sequent days, seeing nobody between
 early morning and midnight, and left
 during the long hours to commune with
 his own thoughts; which, never failing
 to revert to his kind friends, and the opin¬
 ion they must long ago have formed of
 him, were sad indeed. After the lapse
 of a week or so, the Jew left the room¬
 door unlocked, and he was at liberty to
 wander about the house.
 
It was a very dirty place; but the
 rooms up stairs had great high wooden
 mantel-pieces and large doors, with panel¬