Johanna thought she meant Todd, while Arabella really meant the Temple gent, but, notwithstanding the mutual mistake, they hurried on, and the clerk taking that as quite sufficient encouragement, pursued them, putting his cravat to rights as he did so, in order that when he came up to them, he should present the most fascinating aspect possible.
"No—no." said Johanna, as she glanced behind. "You must have been mistaken, Arabella. He is not pursuing us."
"Oh, I am so glad."
Arabella looked back, and the Temple gent kissed his dilapidated glove.
"Oh, Johanna," she said, "how could you tell me he was not following, when there he is."
"What, Todd?"
"No. That impertinent ugly puppy with the soiled cravat."
"And you meant him?"
"To be sure."
"Oh, what a relief, I was flying on, fancying that Todd was in pursuit of us, and yet my judgment ought at once to have told me that that could not be the case, knowing nothing of us. How our fears overcome all reason. Do you know that strange-looking young man?"