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"And as such," quoth Mr. Lorry, whom the counsel learned in the

law had now shouldered back into the group, just as he had

previously shouldered him out of it--"as such I will appeal to

Doctor Manette, to break up this conference and order us all to

our homes. Miss Lucie looks ill, Mr. Darnay has had a terrible

day, we are worn out."

"Speak for yourself, Mr. Lorry," said Stryver; "I have a night's

work to do yet. Speak for yourself."

"I speak for myself," answered Mr. Lorry, "and for Mr. Darnay,

and for Miss Lucie, and--Miss Lucie, do you not think I may speak

for us all?" He asked her the question pointedly, and with a

glance at her father.

His face had become frozen, as it were, in a very curious look at

Darnay: an intent look, deepening into a frown of dislike and

distrust, not even unmixed with fear. With this strange

expression on him his thoughts had wandered away.

"My father," said Lucie, softly laying her hand on his.

He slowly shook the shadow off, and turned to her.