table, seated in an arm-chair rather higher than the rest, was a

particularly fat gentleman with a very round, red face.

'Bow to the board,' said Bumble. Oliver brushed away two or

three tears that were lingering in his eyes; and seeing no board

but the table, fortunately bowed to that.

'What's your name, boy?' said the gentleman in the high chair.

Oliver was frightened at the sight of so many gentlemen, which

made him tremble: and the beadle gave him another tap behind,