bowing with grotesque politeness. "I hope I shall know her better very shortly."
"Do you hear the gentleman, Char-lotte?" thundered Mr. Claypole.
"Yes, Noah, dear!" replied Mrs. Bolter, extending her hand.
"She calls me Noah, as a sort of fond way of talking," said Mr. Morris Bolter, late Claypole, turning to the Jew. "You understand?"
"Oh yes, I understand—perfectly," replied Fagin, telling the truth for once. "Good night! Good night!"
With many adieus and good wishes Mr. Fagin went his way; and Noah Claypole, bespeaking his good lady's attention, proceeded to enlighten her relative to the arrangement he had made, with all that haughtiness and air of superiority becoming not only a member of the sterner sex, but a gentleman who appreciated the dignity of a special appointment on the kinchin lay in London and its vicinity.
