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of the lamps; and the place was so full of dense tobacco smoke;
that at first it was scarcely possible to discern anything more。 By
degrees; however; as some of it cleared away through the open
door; an assemblage of heads; as confused as the noises that
greeted the ear; might be made out; and; as the eye grew more
accustomed to the scene; the spectator gradually became aware of
the presence of a numerous company; male and female; crowded
round a long table; at the upper end of which; sat a chairman with
a hammer of office in his hand; while a professional gentleman;
with a bluish nose; and his face tied up for the benefit of a
toothache; presided at a jingling piano in a remote corner。
As Fagin stepped softly in; the professional gentleman; running
over the keys by way of prelude; occasioned a general cry of order
for a song; which; having subsided; a young lady proceeded to
entertain the company with a ballad in four verses; between each
of which the accompanist played the melody all through; as loud
as he could。 When this was over; the chairman gave a sentiment;
after which; the professional gentleman on the chairman’s right
and left volunteered a duet; and sang it; with great applause。
It was curious to observe some faces which stood out
prominently from among the group。 There was the chairman
himself (the landlord of the house); a coarse; rough; heavy…built
fellow; who; while the songs were proceeding; rolled his eyes
hither and thither; and; seeming to give himself up to joviality; had
an eye for everything that was done; and an ear for everything that
was said—and sharp ones; too。 Near him were the singers;
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receiving; with professional indifference; the compliments of the
company; and applying themselves; in turn; to a dozen proffered
glasses of spirits…and…water; tendered by their more boisterous
admirers; whose countenances; expressive of almost every vice in
almost every grade; irresistibly attracted the attention; by their
very repulsiveness。 Cunning; ferocity; and drunkenness in all its
stages; were there; in their strongest aspects; and women; some
with the last lingering tinge of their early freshness almost fading
as you looked; others with every mark and stamp of their sex
utterly beaten out; and presenting but one loathsome blank of
profligacy and crime—some mere girls; others but young women;
and none past the prime of life—formed the darkest and saddest
portion of this dreary picture。
Fagin; troubled by no grave emotions; looked eagerly from face
to face while these proceedings were in progress; but apparently
without meeting that of which he was in search。 Succeeding; at
length; in catching the eye of the man who occupied the chair; he
beckoned to him slightly; and left the room; as quietly as he had
entered it。
“What can I do for you; Mr。 Fagin?” inquired the man。 as he
followed him out to the landing。 “Won’t you join us? They’ll be
delighted; every one of ’em。”
The Jew shook his head impatiently; and said in a whisper; “Is
he here?”
“No;” replied the man。
“And no news of Barney?” inquired Fagin。
“None;” replied the landlord of the Cripples; for it was he。 “He
won’t stir till it’s all safe。 Depend on it; they’re on the scent down
there; and that if he moved; he’d blow upon the thing at once。 He’s
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all right enough Barney is; else I should have heard of him。 I’ll
pound it; that Barney’s managing properly。 Let him alone for
that。”
“Will he be here tonight?” asked the Jew; laying the same
emphasis on the pronoun as before。
“Monks; do you mean?” inquired the landlord; hesitating。
“Hush!” said the Jew。 “Yes。”
“Certain;” replied the man; drawing a gold watch from his fob;
“I expected him here before now。 If you’ll wait ten minutes; he’ll
be—”
“No; no;” said the Jew hastily; as though; however desirous he
might be to see the person in question; he was nevertheless
relieved by his absence。 “Tell him I came here to see him; and that
he must come to me tonight。 No; say tomorrow。 As he is not here;
tomorrow will be time enough。”
“Good!” said the man。 “Nothing more?”
“Not a word now;” said the Jew; descending the stairs。—“I say;”
said the other; looking over the rails; and speaking in a hoarse
whisper; “what a time this would be for a sell! I’ve got Phil Barker
here; so drunk; that a boy might take him。
“Aha! But it’s not Phil Barker’s time;” said the Jew; looking up。
“Phil has something more to do; before we can afford to part with
him; so go back to the company; my dear; and tell them to lead
merry lives—while they last。 Ha! ha! ha!”
The landlord reciprocated the old man’s laugh; and returned to
his guests。 The Jew was no sooner alone; than his countenance
resumed its former expression of anxiety and thought。 After a
brief reflection; he called a hack cabriolet; and bade the man drive
towards Bethnal Green。 He dismissed him within some quarter of
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a mile of Mr。 Sikes’s residence; and performed the short
remainder of the distance; on foot。
“Now;” muttered the Jew; as he knocked at the door; “if there is
any deep play here; I shall have it out of you; my girl; cunning as
you are。”
She was in her room; the woman said。 Fagin crept softly
upstairs; and entered it without any previous ceremony。 The girl
was alone; lying with her head upon the table; and her hair
straggling over it。 “She has been drinking;” thought the Jew
coolly; “or perhaps she is only miserable。”
The old man turned to close the door; as he made this
reflection; the noise thus occasioned roused the girl。 She eyed his
crafty face narrowly; as she inquired whether there was any news;
and as she listened to his recital of Toby Crackit’s story。 When it
was concluded; she sank into her former attitude; but spoke not a
word。 She pushed the candle impatiently away; and once or twice
as she feverishly changed her position; shuffled her feet upon the
ground; but this was During the silence; the Jew looked restlessly
about the room; as if to assure himself that there were no
appearances of Sikes having covertly returned。 Apparently
satisfied with his inspection; he coughed twice or thrice; and made
as many efforts to open a conversation; but the girl heeded him no
more than if he had been made of stone。 At length he made
another attempt; and rubbing his hands together; said; in his most
conciliatory tone。
“And where should you think Bill was now; my dear?”
The girl moaned out some half…intelligible reply; that she could
not tell; and seemed; from the smothered noise that escaped her;
to be crying。
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“And the boy; too;” said the Jew; straining his eyes to catch a
glimpse of her face。 “Poor leetle child! Left in a ditch; Nance; only
think!”
“The child;” said the girl; suddenly looking up; “is better where
he is; than among us; and if no harm comes to Bill from it; I hope
he lies dead in the ditch; and that his young bones may rot there。”
“What!” cried the Jew; in amazement。
“Ay; I do;” returned the girl; meeting his gaze。 “I shall be glad
to have him away from my eyes; and to know that the worst is
over。 I can’t bear to have him about me。 The sight of him turns me
against myself; and all of you。”
“Pooh!” said the Jew scornfully。 “You’re drunk。”
“Am I?” cried the girl bitterly。 “It’s no fault of yours; if I am not!
You’d never have me anything else; if you had your will; except
now—the humour doesn’t suit you; doesn’t it?”
“No!” rejoined the Jew furiously。 “It does not。”
“Change it; then!” responded the girl; with a laugh。
“Change it!” exclaimed the Jew; exasperated beyond all bounds
by his companion’s unexpected obstinacy; and the vexation of the
night; “I WILL change it! Listen to me; you drab。 Listen to me;
who with six words; can strangle Sikes as surely as if I had his
bull’s throat between my fingers now。 If he comes back; and leaves
the boy behind him; if he gets off free; and; dead or alive; fails to
restore him to me; murder him yourself if you would have him
escape Jack Ketch。 And do it the moment he sets foot in this room;
or mind me; it will be too late!”
“What is all this?” cried the girl involuntarily。
“What is it?” pursued Fagin; mad with rage。 “When the boy’s
worth hundreds of pounds to me; am I to lose what chance threw
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me in the way of getting safely; through the whims of a drunken
gang that I could whistle away the lives of! And me bound; too; to
a born devil that only wants the will; and has the power to; to—”
Panting for breath; the old man stammered for a word; and in that
instant checked the torrent of his wrath; and changed his whole
demeanour。 A moment before; his clen