CHAPTER LXXXIII.
TOBIAS IN JEOPARDY.
“And so you do love me, Minna?” said Tobias.
How his voice shook like a reed swayed by the wind, and yet what a world of melody was in it.
“Can you ask me to say yes?” was the reply of the fair young creature by his side. “Can you ask me to say yes, Tobias?”
“It seems to me,” said Tobias, “as though it would be such a joy to hear you say so, Minna, and yet I will not ask you.”
“How well you have got, Tobias. Your cheek has got its old colour back again. The colour it had long before you knew there was such a man as Sweeney Todd in the world. Your eyes are bright too, and your voice has its old pleasant sound.”
“Used it to be pleasant to you, Minna?”
She held up her hand, and shook her head laughingly.
“No questions, Tobias! No questions. I will
