CHAPTER LVIII.
THE GRAND CONSULTATION IN THE TEMPLE.
With this sage aphorism, Ben effected a hasty retreat from the optician’s house by the private door, so that he should not run the risk of encountering Mrs. Oakley, who had made her appearance by the shop way. When Johanna was alone, she once again read the little missive from the colonel; and then, burying her face in her hands, she tried still to think that it was possible he might have some good news to tell her. And yet, if such had been the case, would he not have written it? Would he, feeling for her as she knew he did, have kept her in a state of suspense upon such a subject? Ah, no. He would rather have, in spite of all obstacles, made his way into the shop, and called to her—”Johanna, Mark Ingestrie lives,” if he had really be
