“Yer speak as if yer were in earnest,” replied Noah. “What advantage would it be to me to be anything else?” inquired the Jew, shrugging his shoulders. “Here. Let me have a word with you outside.” “There’s no occasion to trouble ourselves to move,” said Noah, getting his legs by gradual degrees abroad again. “She’ll take the luggage up stairs the while. Charlotte, see to them bundles.” This mandate, which had been delivered with great majesty, was obeyed without the slightest demur, and Charlotte made the best of her way off with the packages while Noah held the door open, and watched her out. “She’s kept tolerably well under, ain’t she, sir?” he asked as he resumed his seat, in the tone of a keeper who has tamed some wild animal. “Quite perfect,” rejoined Fagin, clapping him on the shoulder. “You’re a genius, my dear.” “Why, I suppose if I wasn’t I shouldn’t be here,” replied Noah. “But, I say, she’ll be back if yer lose time.” “Now, what do you think?” said the Jew. “If you was to like my friend, could you do better than join him?” “Is he in a good way of business, that’s where it is?” responded Noah, winking one of his little eyes. “The top of the tree,” said the Jew, “employs a power of hands; and has the very best society in the profession.” “Regular town-maders?” asked Mr. Claypole. “Not a countryman among’em; and I don’t think he’d take you even on my recommendation if he didn’t run rather short of assistants just now,” replied the Jew. “Should I have to hand over?” said Noah, slapping his breeches-pocket. “It couldn’t possibly be done without,” replied Fagin, in a most decided manner. “Twenty pound, though,—it’s a lot of money!” “Not when it’s in a note you can’t ged rid of,” retorted Fagin. “Number and date taken, I suppose; payment stopped at the Bank? Ah! It’s not worth much to him; it’ll have to go abroad, and he couldn’t sell it for a great deal in the market.” “When could I see him?” asked Noah doubtfully. “To-morrow morning,” replied the Jew. “Where?” “Here.” “Um!” said Noah. “What’s the wages?” “Live like a gentleman,—board and lodging, pipes and spirits free,—half of all you earn, and half of all the young woman earns,” replied Mr. Fagin. Whether Noah Claypole, whose rapacity was none of the least comprehensive, would have acceded even to these glowing terms had he been a perfectly free agent is very doubtful; but as he recollected that, in the event of his refusal it was in the power of his new acquaintance to give him up to justice immediately (and more unlikely things had come to pass), he gradually relented, and said he thought that would suit him. “But, yer see,” observed Noah, “as she will be able to do a good deal, I should like to take something very light.” “A little fancy work?” suggested Fagin. “Ah! something of that sort,” replied Noah. “What do you think would suit me now? Something not too trying for the strength, and not very dangerous, you know; that’s the sort of thing!”