Johanna started.
"The barber's boy," she thought, "who went over the way and found his father there? Those words are for me."
She was now in quite a fever of anxiety to leave the shop, for she did not doubt but that by some means her father had heard of her position, and she felt that then nothing but the actual sight of her in perfect health and safety would satisfy him. But she dared not show the anxiety she felt. She bent over the fire, and affected to be stirring the turf.
"You can go and get your breakfast, Charley," said Todd.
"Thank you, sir."
Johanna would not betray any haste, but she shook with agitation as she neared the door; and then she recollected that she had not taken the twopence from the till as she had been told to do, and that the circumstance of not doing so might create suspicion.
She crept back and possessed herself of the pence. Todd watched her with the eyes of a demon.
"Are you going, my dear Charley?" he said.
"Yes, sir."
She left the shop, and then her first impulse would have induced her to hurry over the road to the fruiterer's shop, but her eyes fell upon the figure of Sir Richard Blunt standing in the fruiterer's doorway. He moved his hand signifying that she should go towards the market, and she did so. He quickly followed her.