"But this is imagination and folly."
"It may be so, but when the realities of life have become so hideously full of horrors, one may be excused for seeking some consolation from the fairy cave. Arabella, let us turn again."
They had got as far as Temple Bar, when they again turned, and this time Johanna would not pass the shop so abruptly as she had done before, and any one, to see the marked interest with which she paused at the window, would have imagined that she must have some lover there whom she could see, notwithstanding the interior of the shop was so completely impervious to all ordinary gazers.
"There is nothing to see," said Arabella.
"No. But yet—ha!—look—look!"
Johanna pointed to one particular spot of the window, and there was the eye of Sweeney Todd glaring upon them.
"We are observed," whispered Arabella; "it will be much better to leave the window at once. Come away—oh, come away, Johanna."
"Not yet—not yet. Oh, if I could look well at that man's face, I think I ought to be able to judge if he were likely to be the murderer of Mark Ingestrie."
Todd came to his door.
"Good God, he is here!" said Arabella. "Come away. Come!"