"  And  his  wife  and  child.     Hush  !     Yes."
"O  you  will  let  me  hold  your  brave  hand,  stranger?"
"  Hush  !     Yes,  my  poor  sister ;  to  the  last."

The  same  shadows  that  are  falling  on  the  prison,  are  fall-
ing, in  that  same  hour  of  the  early  afternoon,  on  the  Barrier
with  the  crowd  about  it,  when  a  coach  going  out  of  Paris
drives  up  to  be  examined.
"  Who  goes  here  ?     Whom  have  we  within  ?     Papers  !  "

The  papers  are  handed  out,  and  read.
"  Alexandre  Manette.    Physician.     French.     ^Vhich  is  he  ?  "

This  is  he ;  this  helpless,  inarticulately  murmuring,  wander-
ing old  man  pointed  out.
"Apparently  the  Citizen-Doctor  is  not  in  his  right  mind?
The  Revolution-fever  wU  have  been  too  much  for  him  ? "

Greatly  too  much  for  him.
"Hah!  Many  suffer  with  it.  Lucie.  His  daughter.
French.     Which  is  she  ?  "

This  is  she.
"  Apparently  it  must  be.  Lucie,  the  wife  of  Evremonde ;
is  it  not  ?  "


414  A  TALE  OF  TWO  CITIES.
It  is.
"Hah!  Evremonde  has  an  assignation  elsewhere.  Lucie,
her  child.     English.     This  is  she.'"'

She  and  no  other.
"Kiss  me,  child  of  E\Temonde.  Now,  thou  hast  kissed  a
good  Republican ;.  something  new  in  thy  family ;  remember
it !     Sydney  Carton.     Advocate.     English.     Which  is  he  ? "

He  lies  here,  in  this  corner  of  the  carriage.  He,  too,  is
pointed  out.
"  Apparently  the  English  advocate  is  in  a  swoon .'' ""

It  is  hoped  he  will  recover  in  the  fresher  air.  It  is  repre-
sented that  he  is  not  in  strong  health,  and  has  separated
sadly  from  a  friend  who  is  under  the  displeasure  of  the
Repubhc.
