the light.

“If, without disturbing him,” she said, raising her hand to Mr.

Lorry as he stooped over them, after repeated blowings of his

nose, “all could be arranged for our leaving Paris at once, so that,

from the very door, he could be taken away”

“But, consider. Is he fit for the journey?” asked Mr. Lorry.

“More fit for that, I think, than to remain in this city, so

dreadful to him.”

“It is true,” said Defarge, who was kneeling to look on and hear.

“More than that; Monsieur Manette is, for all reasons, best out of

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France. Say, shall I hire a carriage and post-horses?”

“That’s business,” said Mr. Lorry, resuming on the shortest

notice his methodical manners; “and if business is to be done, I

had better do it.”

“Then be so kind,” urged Miss Manette, “as to leave us here.

You see how composed he has become, and you cannot be afraid

to leave him with me now. Why should you be? If you will lock the

door to secure us from interruption, I do not doubt that you will

find him, when you come back, as quiet as you leave him. In any

case, I will take care of him until you return, and then we will

remove him straight.”

Both Mr. Lorry and Defarge were rather disinclined to this

course, and in favour of one of them remaining. But, as there were

not only carriages and horses to be seen