For a moment, he held the fair face from him to look at the wellremembered
expression on the forehead, and then laid the bright
golden hair against his little brown wig, with a genuine tenderness
and delicacy which, if such things be old-fashioned, were as old as
Adam.
The door of the Doctor’s room opened, and he came out with
Charles Darnay. He was so deadly palewhich had not been the
case when they went in togetherthat no vestige of colour was to
be seen in his face. But, in the composure of his manner he was
unaltered, except that to the shrewd glance of Mr. Lorry it
disclosed some shadowy indication that the old air of avoidance
and dread had lately passed over him, like a cold wind.
He gave his arm to his daughter, and took her downstairs to the
chariot which Mr. Lorry had hired in honour of the day. The rest
followed in another carriage, and soon, in a neighbouring church,
where no strange eyes looked on, Charles Darnay and Lucie
Manette were happily married.
Besides the glancing tears that shone among the smiles of the
little group when it was done, some diamonds, very bright and
sparkling, glanced on the bride’s hand, which were newly released
from the dark obscurity of one of Mr. Lorry’s pockets. They
returned home to breakfast, and all went well, and in due course
the golden hair that had mingled with the poor