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'
It
is
so
pretty
,
'
replied
Oliver
.
'
Why
,
sure
you
're
not
afraid
of
it
?
'
said
the
old
lady
:
observing
in
great
surprise
,
the
look
of
awe
with
which
the
child
regarded
the
painting
.
'
Oh
no
,
no
,
'
returned
Oliver
quickly
;
'
but
the
eyes
look
so
sorrowful
;
and
where
I
sit
,
they
seem
fixed
upon
me
.
It
makes
my
heart
beat
,
'
added
Oliver
in
a
low
voice
,
'
as
if
it
was
alive
,
and
wanted
to
speak
to
me
,
but
could
n't
.
'
'
Lord
save
us
!
'
exclaimed
the
old
lady
,
starting
;
'
do
n't
talk
in
that
way
,
child
.
You
're
weak
and
nervous
after
your
illness
.
Let
me
wheel
your
chair
round
to
the
other
side
;
and
then
you
wo
n't
see
it
.
There
!
'
said
the
old
lady
,
suiting
the
action
to
the
word
;
'
you
do
n't
see
it
now
,
at
all
events
.
'
Oliver
DID
see
it
in
his
mind
's
eye
as
distinctly
as
if
he
had
not
altered
his
position
;
but
he
thought
it
better
not
to
worry
the
kind
old
lady
;
so
he
smiled
gently
when
she
looked
at
him
;
and
Mrs.
Bedwin
,
satisfied
that
he
felt
more
comfortable
,
salted
and
broke
bits
of
toasted
bread
into
the
broth
,
with
all
the
bustle
befitting
so
solemn
a
preparation
.
Oliver
got
through
it
with
extraordinary
expedition
.
He
had
scarcely
swallowed
the
last
spoonful
,
when
there
came
a
soft
rap
at
the
door
.
'
Come
in
,
'
said
the
old
lady
;
and
in
walked
Mr.
Brownlow
.
Now
,
the
old
gentleman
came
in
as
brisk
as
need
be
;
but
,
he
had
no
sooner
raised
his
spectacles
on
his
forehead
,
and
thrust
his
hands
behind
the
skirts
of
his
dressing-gown
to
take
a
good
long
look
at
Oliver
,
than
his
countenance
underwent
a
very
great
variety
of
odd
contortions
.
Oliver
looked
very
worn
and
shadowy
from
sickness
,
and
made
an
ineffectual
attempt
to
stand
up
,
out
of
respect
to
his
benefactor
,
which
terminated
in
his
sinking
back
into
the
chair
again
;
and
the
fact
is
,
if
the
truth
must
be
told
,
that
Mr.
Brownlow
's
heart
,
being
large
enough
for
any
six
ordinary
old
gentlemen
of
humane
disposition
,
forced
a
supply
of
tears
into
his
eyes
,
by
some
hydraulic
process
which
we
are
not
sufficiently
philosophical
to
be
in
a
condition
to
explain
.
'
Poor
boy
,
poor
boy
!
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
clearing
his
throat
.
'
I
'm
rather
hoarse
this
morning
,
Mrs.
Bedwin
.
I
'm
afraid
I
have
caught
cold
.
'
'
I
hope
not
,
sir
,
'
said
Mrs.
Bedwin
.
'
Everything
you
have
had
,
has
been
well
aired
,
sir
.
'
'
I
do
n't
know
,
Bedwin
.
I
do
n't
know
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
;
'
I
rather
think
I
had
a
damp
napkin
at
dinner-time
yesterday
;
but
never
mind
that
.
How
do
you
feel
,
my
dear
?
'
'
Very
happy
,
sir
,
'
replied
Oliver
.
'
And
very
grateful
indeed
,
sir
,
for
your
goodness
to
me
.
'
