of the boy's face. "Wait till Bill tells you, then."
The Jew seemed much vexed by Oliver's not expressing any greater curiosity on the subject; but the truth is, that, although he felt very anxious, he was too much confused by the earnest cunning of Fagin's looks, and his own speculations, to make any further inquiries just then. He had no other opportunity; for the Jew remained very surly and silent till night, when he prepared to go abroad.
"You may burn a candle," said the Jew, putting one upon the table; "and here's a book for you to read till they come to fetch you. Good night!"
"Good night, sir!" replied Oliver, softly.
The Jew walked to the door, looking over his shoulder at the boy as he went, and, suddenly stopping, called him by his name.
Oliver looked up; the Jew, pointing to the candle, motioned him to light it. He did so; and, as he placed the candlestick upon the table, saw that the Jew was gazing fixedly at him with lowering and contracted brows from the dark end of the room.
