Darnay presented himself while they were sitting under the planetree,

but he was only One.

Doctor Manette received him kindly, and so did Lucie. But Miss

Pross suddenly became afflicted with a twitching in the head and

body, and retired into the house. She was not unfrequently the

victim of this disorder, and she called it, in familiar conversation,

“a fit of the jerks.”

The Doctor was in his best condition, and looked specially

young. The resemblance between him and Lucie was very strong

at such times, and as they sat side by side, she leaning on his

shoulder, and he resting his arm on the back of her chair, it was

very agreeable to trace the likeness.

He had been talking all day, on many subjects, and with

unusual vivacity. “Pray, Doctor Manette,” said Mr. Darnay, as they

sat under the plane-treeand he said it in the natural pursuit of

the topic in hand, which happened to be the old buildings of

London”have you seen much of the Tower?”

“Lucie and I have been there; but only casually. We have seen

enough of it, to know that it teems with interest; little more.”

“I have been there, as you remember,” said Darnay, with a

smile, though reddening a little angrily, “in another character, and

not in a character that gives facilities for seeing much of it. They

told me a curious thing when I was there.”

“What was that?