solitary patches of road on the way between Soho and

Clerkenwell, and Mr. Lorry, mindful of footpads, always retained

Jerry for this service: though it was usually performed a good two

hours earlier.

“What a night it has been! Almost a night, Jerry,” said Mr.

Lorry, “to bring the dead out of their graves.”

“I never see the night myself, masternor yet I don’t expect

towhat would do that,” answered Jerry.

“Good night, Mr. Carton,” said the man of business. “Good

night, Mr. Darnay. Shall we ever see such a night again, together!”

Perhaps. Perhaps, see the great crowd of people with its rush

and roar, bearing down upon them, too.

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Chapter XIII

MONSEIGNEUR IN TOWN

M

onseigneur, one of the great lords in power at the Court,

held his fortnightly reception in his grand hotel in

Paris. Monseigneur was in his inner room, his

sanctuary of sanctuaries, the Holiest of Holiests to the crowd of

worshippers in the suite of rooms without. Monseigneur was about

to take his chocolate. Monseigneur could swallow a great many

things with ease, and was by some few sullen minds supposed to

be rather rapidly swallowing France; but, his morning’s chocolate

could not so much as get into the throat of Monseigneur, without

the aid of four strong men besides the Cook.

Yes, it took four men,