CHAPTER XCII.
MR. OAKLEY’S ANXIETIES MUCH DIMINISH.
For some few moments after this meeting, neither Mr. Oakley nor Johanna could speak. At length the old spectacle-maker was just able to say—
“Great God, I thank thee, that once again I hold my darling to my heart.”
“Father—father,” said Johanna. “Did you think for one moment that I could have left you?”
“No my dear, no; but I was bewildered by all I heard. I was half mad I think until I was told all; and now we will go home, my pretty darling, at once, and we will have no secrets from each other. Dear heart, what a pretty boy you make to be sure. But come—come. I am in an agony until I have you home again.”
“Father, listen to me.”
“Yes my child—my darling. Yes.”
“If it had not been for Sir Richard Blunt I should now have been with
