be released that night. The lights were nearly all extinguished in

the passages, the iron gates were being closed with a jar and a

rattle, and the dismal place was deserted until tomorrow

morning’s interest of gallows, pillory, whipping-post, and

branding-iron, should re-people it. Walking between her father

and Mr. Darnay, Lucie Manette passed into the open air. A

hackney-coach was called, and the father and daughter departed

in it.

Mr. Stryver had left them in the passages, to shoulder his way

back to the robing-room. Another person, who had not joined the

group, or interchanged a word with any one of them, but who had

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been leaning against the wall where its shadow was darkest, had

silently strolled out after the rest, and had looked on until the

coach drove away. He now stepped up to where Mr. Lorry and Mr.

Darnay stood upon the pavement.

“So, Mr. Lorry! Men of business may speak to Mr. Darnay

now?”

Nobody had made any acknowledgement of Mr. Carton’s part

in the day’s proceedings; nobody had known of it. He was

unrobed, and was none the better for it in appearance.

“If you knew what a conflict goes on in the business mind,

when the business mind is divided between good-natured impulse

and business appearances, you would be amused, Mr. Darnay.”

Mr. Lorry reddened, and sai