Doctor Manette received such patients here as his old

reputation, and its revival in the floating whispers of his story,

brought him. His scientific knowledge and his vigilance and skill

in conducting ingenious experiments, brought him otherwise into

moderate request, and he earned as much as he wanted.

These things were within Mr. Jarvis Lorry’s knowledge,

thoughts, and notice, when he rang the door-bell of the tranquil

house in the corner, on the fine Sunday afternoon.

“Doctor Manette at home?”

Expected home.

“Miss Lucie at home?”

Expected home.

“Miss Pross at home?”

Possibly at home, but of a certainty impossible for handmaid to

anticipate intentions of Miss Pross, as to admission or denial of the

fact.

“As I am at home myself,” said Mr. Lorry, “I’ll go upstairs.”

Although the Doctor’s daughter had known nothing of the

country of her birth, she appeared to have innately derived from it

that ability to make much of little means, which is one of its most

useful and most agreeable characteristics. Simple as the furniture

was, it was set off by so many little adornments, of no value, but

for their taste and fancy, that its effect was delightful. The

disposition of everything in the rooms, from the largest object to

the least; the arrangement of colours, the elegant variety and

contrast obtained by thr