“Gabelle.”

“Gabelle. And what is the message to the unfortunate Gabelle

in prison?”

“Simply, ‘that he has received the letter, and will come.’”

“Any time mentioned?”

“He will start upon his journey tomorrow night.”

“Any person mentioned?”

“No.”

He helped Mr. Lorry to wrap himself in a number of coats and

cloaks, and went out with him from the warm atmosphere of the

old Bank, into the misty air of Fleet Street. “My love to Lucie, and

to little Lucie,” said Mr. Lorry at parting, “and take precious care

of them till I come back.” Charles Darnay shook his head and

doubtfully smiled, as the carriage rolled away.

That nightit was the fourteenth of Augusthe sat up late,

and wrote two fervent letters; one was to Lucie, explaining the

strong obligation he was under to go to Paris, and showing her, at

length, the reasons that he had, for feeling confident that he could

become involved in no personal danger there; the other was to the

Doctor, confiding Lucie and their dear child to his care, and

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dwelling on the same topics with the strongest assurances. To

both, he wrote that he would despatch letters in proof of his safety,

immediately after his arrival. It was a hard day, that day of being

among them, with the first reservation of their joint lives on his

mind. It was a hard