CHAPTER LXXIII.
STARTLING EVENTS.
Business at Mrs. Lovett’s was brisk. During the whole of that day—that most eventful day upon which the fair Johanna Oakley had gone upon her desperate errand to Sweeney Todd’s—the shop in Bell Yard had been besieged by customers. Truly it was a pity to give up such an excellent business. The tills groaned with money, and Mrs. Lovett’s smiles and pies never appeared so perfect as upon that day. At about half-past twelve o’clock, when the Lord Chancellor suddenly got up from his chair, in the great hall of Lincoln’s Inn, and put on his furry-looking hat, and when the curtain which shuts in his lordship from invidious blasts was withdrawn with a screaming jerk, and a gentleman was stopped in the middle of an argument, what a rush of lawyer’s clerks there w
