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Starting, the lady instinctively moved a step or two, but recovering herself in a moment, affected to laugh, and asked him, in a tone not much louder, "If he would give her away?" ¡¡¡¡ "I am afraid I should do it very awkwardly," was his reply, with a look of meaning. ¡¡¡¡ Julia, joining them at the moment, carried on the joke. ¡¡¡¡ "Upon my word, it is really a pity that it should not take place directly, if we had but a proper licence,
for here we are altogether, and nothing in the world could be more snug and pleasant." And she talked and laughed about it with so little caution as to catch the comprehension of Mr. Rushworth and his mother, and expose her sister to the whispered gallantries of her lover, while Mrs. Rushworth spoke with proper smiles and dignity of its being a most happy event to her whenever it took place.

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" ¡¡¡¡The papers are handed out, and read. ¡¡¡¡"Alexandre Manette. Physician. French. Which is he?" ¡¡¡¡This is he; this helpless, inarticulately murmuring, wandering old man pointed out. ¡¡¡¡"Apparently the Citizen-Doctor is not in his right mind? The Revolution-fever will have been too much for him?" ¡¡¡¡Greatly too much for him. ¡¡¡¡"Hah! Many suffer with it. Lucie. His daughter. French. Which is she?" ¡¡¡¡This is
is it not?" ¡¡¡¡It is. ¡¡¡¡"Hah! Evremonde has an assignation elsewhere. Lucie, her child. English. This is she?" ¡¡¡¡She and no other. ¡¡¡¡"Kiss me, child of Evremonde. Now, thou hast kissed a good Republican; something new in thy family; remember it! Sydney Carton. Advocate. English. Which is he?" ¡¡¡¡He lies here, in this corner of the carriage. He, too, is pointed out.

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We were now down in Westminster. We had turned back to follow her, having encountered her coming towards us; and Westminster Abbey was the point at which she passed from the lights and noise of the leading streets. She proceeded so quickly, when she got free of the two currents of passengers setting towards and from the bridge, that, between this and the advance she had of us when she struck off, we were in the narrow water-side street by Millbank before we came up with her. At that moment she crossed the road, as if to avoid the footsteps that she heard so close behind; and, without looking back, passed on even more rapidly.
¡¡¡¡A glimpse of the river through a dull gateway, where some waggons were housed for the night, seemed to arrest my feet. I touched my companion without speaking, and we both forbore to cross after her, and both followed on that opposite side of the way; keeping as quietly as we could in the shadow of the houses, but keeping very near her.