do you tell me! I left him safe and free within these two hours, and

am about to return to him!”

“Arrested for all that. When was it done, Mr. Barsad?”

“Just now, if at all.”

“Mr. Barsad is the best authority possible, sir,” said Sydney,

“and I have it from Mr. Barsad’s communication to a friend and

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brother Sheep over a bottle of wine, that the arrest has taken

place. He left the messengers at the gate, and saw them admitted

by the porter. There is no earthly doubt that he is retaken.”

Mr. Lorry’s business eye read in the speaker’s face that it was

loss of time to dwell upon the point. Confused, but sensible that

something might depend on his presence of mind, he commanded

himself, and was silently attentive.

“Now, I trust,” said Sydney to him, “that the name and

influence of Doctor Manette may stand him in as good stead

tomorrowyou said he would be before the Tribunal again

tomorrow, Mr. Barsad?” “Yes; I believe so.”

“In as good stead tomorrow as today. But it may not be so. I

own to you, I am shaken, Mr. Lorry, by Doctor Manette’s not

having had the power to prevent this arrest.”

“He may not have known of it beforehand,” said Mr. Lorry.

“But that very circumstance would be alarming, when we

remember how identified he is with his son-in-law.”

“That’s true,” Mr. Lorry ackno