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"A multitude of people, and yet a solitude!" said Darnay, when

they had listened for a while.

"Is it not impressive, Mr. Darnay?" asked Lucie. "Sometimes, I

have sat here of an evening, until I have fancied--but even the

shade of a foolish fancy makes me shudder to-night, when all is

so black and solemn--"

"Let us shudder too. We may know what it is."

"It will seem nothing to you. Such whims are only impressive as

we originate them, I think; they are not to be communicated. I

have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I

have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps

that are coming by-and-bye into our lives."

"There is a great crowd coming one day into our lives, if that be

so," Sydney Carton struck in, in his moody way.