Олівер Твіст

Chapter 34

           Giles,withthewhitenightcapon,hadbeensittingonthestepsofthechaise,supportinganelbowoneachknee,andwipinghiseyeswithabluecottonpocket-handkerchiefdottedwithwhitespots.Thatthehonestfellowhadnotbeenfeigningemotion,wasabundentlydemonstratedbytheveryredeyeswithwhichheregardedtheyounggentleman,whenheturnedroundandaddressedhim.

           ‘Ithinkyouhadbettergoontomymother’sinthechaise,Giles,’saidhe.‘Iwouldratherwalkslowlyon,soastogainalittletimebeforeIseeher.YoucansayIamcoming.

           ‘Ibegyourpardon,Mr.Harry,’saidGiles:givingafinalpolishtohisruffledcountenancewiththehandkerchief;‘butifyouwouldleavethepostboytosaythat,Ishouldbeverymuchobligedtoyou.Itwouldn’tbeproperforthemaidstoseemeinthisstate,sir;Ishouldneverhaveanymoreauthoritywiththemiftheydid.

           ‘Well,’rejoinedHarryMaylie,smiling,‘youcandoasyoulike.Lethimgoonwiththeluggage,ifyouwishit,anddoyoufollowwithus.Onlyfirstexchangethatnightcapforsomemoreappropriatecovering,orweshallbetakenformadmen.

           Mr.Giles,remindedofhisunbecomingcostume,snatchedoffandpocketedhisnightcap;andsubstitutedahat,ofgraveandsobershape,whichhetookoutofthechaise.Thisdone,thepostboydroveoff;Giles,Mr.Maylie,andOliver,followedattheirleisure.

           Astheywalkedalong,Oliverglancedfromtimetotimewithmuchinterestandcuriosityatthenewcomer.

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