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"I have delivered that letter," said Charles Darnay to Mr. Lorry.

"I would not consent to your being charged with any written

answer, but perhaps you will take a verbal one?"

"That I will, and readily," said Mr. Lorry, "if it is not

dangerous."

"Not at all. Though it is to a prisoner in the Abbaye."

"What is his name?" said Mr. Lorry, with his open pocket-book in

his hand.

"Gabelle."

"Gabelle. And what is the message to the unfortunate Gabelle in

prison?"

"Simply, 'that he has received the letter, and will come.'"

"Any time mentioned?"

"He will start upon his journey to-morrow night."

"Any person mentioned?"

"No."

He helped Mr. Lorry to wrap himself in a number of coats and

cloaks, and went out with him from the warm atmosphere of the old

Bank, into the misty air of Fleet-street. "My love to Lucie, and

to little Lucie," said Mr. Lorry at parting, "and take precious

care of them till I come back." Charles Darnay shook his head and

doubtfully smiled, as the carriage rolled away.