an impression had actually happened?

It was but the inquiry of his first confusion and astonishment,

the answer being obvious. If the impression were not produced by

a real corresponding and sufficient cause, how came he, Jarvis

Lorry, there? How came he to have fallen asleep, in his clothes, on

the sofa in Dr. Manette’s consulting-room, and to be debating

these points outside the Doctor’s bedroom door in the early

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morning.

Within a few minutes, Miss Pross stood whispering at his side.

If he had had any particle of doubt left, her talk would of necessity

have resolved it; but he was by that time clear-headed, and had

none. He advised that they should let the time go by until regular

breakfast-hour, and should then meet the Doctor as if nothing

unusual had occurred. If he appeared to be in his customary state

of mind, Mr. Lorry would then cautiously proceed to seek

direction and guidance from the opinion he had been, in his

anxiety, so anxious to obtain.

Miss Pross, submitting herself to his judgment, the scheme was

worked out with care. Having abundance of time for his usual

methodical toilette, Mr. Lorry presented himself at the breakfasthour

in his usual white linen, and with his usual neat leg. The

Doctor was summoned in the usual way, and came to breakfast.

So far as it was po