CHAPTER CXVI.
JOHANNA IS AMPLY PAID FOR HER BRIEF SERVICE AT TODD’S.
Upon hearing all this, poor Mark Ingestrie turned very faint and fell back in his chair, looking so pale and wan, that Sir Richard Blunt was compelled to go across the room to hold him up. After giving him a glass of wine, he recovered, and with a deep sigh he said—
“And so I have wronged her after all! Oh, my Johanna, I am unworthy of you!”
“That,” said Sir Richard, “is a subject entirely for the young lady’s own consideration.—N. O. W.”
Mark Ingestrie looked curiously in the face of Sir Richard Blunt, as with marked emphasis upon each letter he said, “N. O. W!” But he had not to wait long for an explanation of what it meant. A door at the back of the room was flung open, and Johanna sprung forward with a cry of joy
