"Had you forgotten, Arabella Wilmot? Had you forgotten your father? Nay, had you forgotten the brave Colonel Jeffery?"
"No, no! I ought not to forget any, when so many have so kindly remembered me, and you too, sir, I ought not, and will not forget you, for you have been a kind friend to me."
"Nay, I am nothing."
"Seek not, sir, to disparage what you have done, you have been all kindness to me."
Before he was aware of what she was about, Johanna had seized the hand of Sir Richard Blunt, and for one brief moment touched it with her lips. The good magistrate was sensibly affected.
"God bless me!" said Mr. Orton, "something very big keeps blocking up the whole of my window."
They all looked, and as they were silent at that moment, they heard a voice from the street, say—
"Come! Come, my dear! Don't set the water-works a-going. Always remember, that easy does it. You come in here, and have something to eat, if you won't go home. Lor bless me! what will they think has become of me at the tower?"
"Why, it is Ben!" cried Johanna.
"Ben?" said Ann. "Who is Ben?"