CHAPTER CXX.
A LUNCHEON AT SIR RICHARD BLUNT’S.—THE DOG AND HIS OLD FRIEND.
We willingly leave Todd to his own reflections upon the disastrous state of his affairs, while we solicit the attention of our readers to the private house and office of Sir Richard Blunt again, in Craven Street.
The worthy magistrate had quite a party to lunch on that day, and he had fixed the hour as eleven when he wished to see his friends.
Those friends consisted of Johanna Oakley, Mark Ingestrie, Mr. and Mrs. Oakley, Colonel Jeffery, Arabella Wilmot, and Big Ben, who was, at the special request of Johanna, gladly included in the party.
A happier party than that could not very well have been found throughout the whole length and breadth of London; and there was but one slight shade of disquietude upon the
