The boy started.
"Dear Tobias, it is I. Minna!"
He opened his eyes, which had been closed and seemingly cemented by tears.
"Tobias! Tobias, dear!"
A smile—a heavenly smile. It was the first that had played upon his lips since he set foot in the shop of Sweeney Todd, now broke like a sunbeam over his face.
"I am mad—mad!" he said, gently, "or that is the voice of my Minna."
"It is your Minna. It is—it is, Tobias; look at me."
He rose up in the bed—he cast one glance at the well-known and dearly remembered face, and then, with a gasping sob of joy, he clasped her in his arms.
"It's done," said the surgeon.
"Thank God!" said Colonel Jeffery.