The Jew nodded his head towards Nancy, who was still gazing at the fire, and intimated by a sign that he would have her told to leave the room. Sikes shrugged his shoulders impatiently, as if he thought the precaution unnecessary, but complied, nevertheless, by requesting Miss Nancy to fetch him a jug of beer. “You don’t want any beer,” said Nancy, folding her arms, and retaining her seat very composedly. “I tell you I do!” replied Sikes. “Nonsense,” rejoined the girl, coolly. “Go on, Fagin. I know what he’s going to say, Bill; he needn’t mind me.” The Jew still hesitated, and Sikes looked from one to the other in some surprise. “Why, you don’t mind the old girl, do you, Fagin?” he asked at length. “You’ve known her long enough to trust her, or the devil’s in it. She ain’t one to blab, are you, Nancy?” “_I_ should think not!” replied the young lady, drawing her chair up to the table, and putting her elbows upon it. “No, no, my dear,—I know you’re not,” said the Jew; “but——” and again the old man paused. “But wot?” inquired Sikes. “I didn’t know whether she mightn’t p’r’aps be out of sorts, you know, my dear, as she was the other night,” replied the Jew. At this confession Miss Nancy burst into a loud laugh, and, swallowing a glass of brandy, shook her head with an air of defiance, and burst into sundry exclamations of “Keep the game a-going!” “Never say die!” and the like, which seemed at once to have the effect of re-assuring both gentlemen, for the Jew nodded his head with a satisfied air, and resumed his seat, as did Mr. Sikes likewise. “Now, Fagin,” said Nancy with a laugh, “tell Bill at once about Oliver!” “Ah! you’re a clever one, my dear; the sharpest girl I ever saw!” said the Jew, patting her on the neck. “It _was_ about Oliver I was going to speak, sure enough. Ha! ha! ha!” “What about him?” demanded Sikes. “He’s the boy for you, my dear,” replied the Jew in a hoarse whisper, laying his finger on the side of his nose, and grinning frightfully. “He!” exclaimed Sikes. “Have him, Bill!” said Nancy. “I would if I was in your place. He mayn’t be so much up as any of the others; but that’s not what you want if he’s only to open a door for you. Depend upon it he’s a safe one, Bill.” “I know he is,” rejoined Fagin; “he’s been in good training these last few weeks, and it’s time he began to work for his bread. Besides, the others are all too big.” “Well, he is just the size I want,” said Mr. Sikes, ruminating. “And will do everything you want, Bill, my dear,” interposed the Jew; “he can’t help himself,—that is if you only frighten him enough.” “Frighten him!” echoed Sikes. “It’ll be no sham frightening, mind you. If there’s anything queer about him when we once get into the work,—in for a penny, in for a pound,—you won’t see him alive again, Fagin. Think of that before you send him. Mark my words,” said the robber, poising a heavy crowbar which he had drawn from under the bedstead.