Chapter 45

           Theoldmanwasup,betimes,nextmorning,andwaitedimpatientlyfortheappearanceofhisnewassociate,whoafteradelaythatseemedinterminable,atlengthpresentedhimself,andcommencedavoraciousassaultonthebreakfast.

           ‘Bolter,’saidFagin,drawingupachairandseatinghimselfoppositeMorrisBolter.

           ‘Well,hereIam,’returnedNoah.‘What’sthematter?Don’tyeraskmetodoanythingtillIhavedoneeating.That’sagreatfaultinthisplace.Yernevergettimeenoughoveryermeals.

           ‘Youcantalkasyoueat,can’tyou?’saidFagin,cursinghisdearyoungfriend’sgreedinessfromtheverybottomofhisheart.

           ‘Ohyes,Icantalk.IgetonbetterwhenItalk,’saidNoah,cuttingamonstroussliceofbread.‘Where’sCharlotte?’

           ‘Out,’saidFagin.‘Isentheroutthismorningwiththeotheryoungwoman,becauseIwantedustobealone.

           ‘Oh!’saidNoah.‘Iwishyer’dorderedhertomakesomebutteredtoastfirst.Well.Talkaway.Yerwon’tinterruptme.

           Thereseemed,indeed,nogreatfearofanythinginterruptinghim,ashehadevidentlysatdownwithadeterminationtodoagreatdealofbusiness.

           ‘Youdidwellyesterday,mydear,’saidFagin.‘Beautiful!Sixshillingsandninepencehalfpennyontheveryfirstday!Thekinchinlaywillbeafortunetoyou.

           ‘Don’tyouforgettoaddthreepint-potsandamilk-can,’saidMr.Bolter.

           ‘No,no,mydear.Thepint-potsweregreatstrokesofgenius:butthemilk-canwasaperfectmasterpiece.

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