"Artful is what I am," the Dodger chips in cheerfully, grinning widely as Nancy's praise of his skill. It was one thing for the ol' crook to say it - he was just wanting more brought in - but for Nancy to say it was another thing entirely, and it made him feel proud - just for a little bit - of himself.

"...What one was Caroline?" He knows he's been told - he's managed to find the wallet again, and is working on trying to remember how much was in it - but he genuinely cannot remember who the girl is that Nancy is speaking on. He pauses when she mentions the watch, and scratches the back of his neck as he thinks.

"Think Fagin's flogged it."