The  spectators  saw  in  the  two  figures,  a  young  lady  of
little  more  than  twenty,  and  a  gentleman  who  was  evidently
her  father ;  a  man  of  a  very  remarkable  appearance  in  respect
of  the  absolute  whiteness  of  his  hair,  and  a  certain  indescrib-
able intensity  of  face :  not  of  an  active  kind,  but  pondering
and  self-communing.  When  this  expression  was  upon  him,
he  looked  as  if  he  were  old;  but  when  it  was  stirred  and
broken  up — as  it  was  now,  in  a  moment,  on  his  speaking  to
his  daughter — he  became  a  handsome  man,  not  past  the  prime
of  life.
His  daughter  had  one  of  her  hands  drawn  through  his  arm,
as  she  sat  by  him,  and  the  other  pressed  upon  it.  She  had
drawn  close  to  him,  in  her  dread  of  the  scene,  and  in  her  pity
for  the  prisoner.  Her  forehead  had  been  strikingly  expressive
of  an  engrossing  terror  and  compassion  that  saw  nothing  but
the  peril  of  the  accused.  This  had  been  so  very  noticeable,
so  very  powerfully  and  naturally  sho^vn,  that  starers  who  had
had  no  pity  for  him  were  touched  by  her;  and  the  whisper
went  about,  "Who  are  they?"

Jerry,  the  messenger,  who  had  made  his  o\vn  observations,
in  his  own  manner,  and  who  had  been  sucking  the  rust  off
his  fingers  in  his  absorption,  stretched  his  neck  to  hear  who


72  A  TALE   OF  TWO   CITIES.
