ctor. “I salute you, citizen.” This in

passing. Nothing more. Madame Defarge gone, like a shadow over

the white road.

“Give me your arm, my love. Pass from here with an air of

cheerfulness and courage, for his sake. That was well done”; they

had left the spot; “it shall not be in vain. Charles is summoned for

tomorrow.”

“For tomorrow!”

“There is no time to lose. I am well prepared, but there are

precautions to be taken, that could not be taken until he was

actually summoned before the Tribunal. He has not received the

notice yet, but I know that he will presently be summoned for

tomorrow, and removed to the Conciergerie; I have timely

information. You are not afraid?”

She could scarcely answer, “I trust in you.”

“Do so implicitly. Your suspense is nearly ended, my darling; he

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shall be restored to you within a few hours; I have encompassed

him with every protection. I must see Lorry.”

He stopped. There was a heavy lumbering of wheels within

hearing. They both knew too well what it meant. One. Two. Three.

Three tumbrils faring away with their dread loads over the

hushing snow.

“I must see Lorry,” the Doctor repeated, turning her another

way.