"May I ask, sir, if you think she is "

tated, her father supplied the rest.

Is sought by any other suitor ?"

It is what I meant to say."

As he hesi

Her father considered a little before he answered:

'You have seen Mr. Carton here yourself. Mr. Stryver is here too, occasionally. If it be at all, it can only be by one of these."

"Or both," said Darnay.

"I had not thought of both; I should not think either likely. You want a promise from me. Tell me what it

is."

It is that if Miss Manette should bring to you at any time on her own part such a confidence as I have ventured to lay before you, you will bear testimony to what I have said, and to your belief in it. I hope you may be able to think so well of me as to urge no influence against I say nothing more of my stake in this; this is what I ask. The condition on which I ask it, and which you have an undoubted right to require, I will observe immediately."

me.

"I give the promise," said the Doctor," without any condition. I believe your object to be purely and truthfully as you have stated it. I believe your intention is to perpetuate, and not to weaken the ties between me and my other and far dearer self. If she should ever tell me that you are essential to her perfect happiness, I will give her to you. If there were—Charles Darnay, if there

The young man had taken his hand gratefully; their hands were joined as the Doctor spoke:

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-any fancies, any reasons, any apprehensions, anything whatsoever, new or old, against the man she really loved the direct responsibility thereof not lying on his head—they should all be obliterated for her sake. She

is everything to me; more to me than suffering, more to me than wrong, more to me—well! This is idle talk."

So strange was the way in which he faded into silence, and so strange his fixed look when he had ceased to speak, that Darnay felt his own hand turn cold in the hand that slowly released and dropped it.

"You said something to me," said Doctor Manette, breaking into a smile. What was it you said to me?" He was at a loss how to answer, until he remembered having spoken of a condition. Relieved as his mind reverted to that, he answered:

"Your confidence in me ought to be returned with full confidence on my part. My present name, though but slightly changed from my mother's, is not, as you will remember, my own. I wish to tell you what that is, and why I am in England."

Stop!" said the Doctor of Beauvais.

"I wish it, that I may the better deserve your confidence, and have no secret from you."

"Stop!"

For an instant the Doctor even had his two hands at his ears; for another instant even had his two hands laid on Darnay's lips.

Tell me when I ask you, not now. If your suit should prosper, if Lucie should me on your marriage morning.

love you, you shall tell Do you promise ?''

"Give me your hand. She will be home directly, and it is better she should not see us together to-night. Go! God bless you!"

It was dark when Charles Darnay left him, and it was an hour later and darker when Lucie came home; she hurried into the room alone—for Miss Pross had gone straight upstairs—and was surprised to find his readingchair empty.

My father!" she called to him. "Father dear! Nothing was said in answer, but she heard a low hammering sound in his bedroom. Passing lightly across the intermediate room, she looked in at his door and came running back frightened, crying to herself, with her blood all chilled," What shall I do! What shall I do!"

Her uncertainty lasted but a moment; she hurried back and tapped at his door and softly called to him. The noise ceased at the sound of her voice, and he presently came out to her, and they walked up and down together for a long time.

She came down from her bed to look at him in his sleep that night. He slept heavily, and his tray of shoemaking tools, and his old unfinished work were all as usual.

CHAPTER XI

A COMPANION PICTURE

"SYDNEY," said Mr. Stryver, on that selfsame night, or morning, to his jackal; " mix another bowl of punch; I have something to say to you." Sydney had been working double tides that night and the night before, and a good many nights in succession, making a grand clearance among Mr. Stryver's papers before the setting in of the long vacation. The clearance was effected at last; the Stryver arrears were handsomely fetched up; everything was got rid of until November should come with its fogs atmospheric and fogs legal, and bring grist to the mill again.

Sydney was none the livelier and none the soberer for so much application. It had taken a deal of extra wettowelling to pull him through the night; a correspondingly extra quantity of wine had preceded the towelling;

and he was in a very damaged condition as he now pulled his turban off and threw it into the basin in which he had steeped it at intervals for the last six hours.

"Are you mixing that other bowl of punch ?" said Stryver the portly, with his hands in his waistband, glancing round from the sofa where he lay on his back. "I am."

"Now, look here! I am going to tell you something that will rather surprise you, and that perhaps will make you think me not quite as shrewd as you usually do think I intend to marry."

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'Yes.

And not for money. What do you say now?"

I don't feel disposed to say much. Who is she?" "Guess."

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"Guess.'

"I am not going to guess at five o'clock in the morning, with my brains frying and sputtering in my head. you want me to guess, you must ask me to dinner."

If

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Well, then, I'll tell you," said Stryver, coming slowly into a sitting posture. Sydney, I rather despair of making myself intelligible to you, because you are such an insensible dog."

"And you," returned Sydney, busy concocting the punch, are such a sensitive and poetical spirit."

Come!" rejoined Stryver, laughing boastfully, though I don't prefer any claim to being the soul of romance (for I hope I know better), still I am a tenderer sort of fellow than you."

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You are a luckier, if you mean that."

I don't mean that. I mean I am a man of more—

more

Say gallantry while you are about it," suggested Carton.

Well! I'll say gallantry. My meaning is that I am a man," said Stryver, inflating himself at his friend as he made the punch, "who cares more to be agreeable, who takes more pains to be agreeable, who knows better how to be agreeable in a woman's society than you do."

"Go on," said Sydney Carton.

No; but before I go on," said Stryver, shaking his head in his bullying way, "I'll have this out with you. You 've been at Dr. Manette's house as much as I have, or more than I have. Why, I have been ashamed of Your manners have been of that silent and sullen and hang-dog kind, that, upon my life and soul, I have been ashamed of you, Sydney!"

your moroseness there!

"It should be very beneficial to a man in your practice at the bar to be ashamed of anything," returned Sydney; you ought to be much obliged to me."

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"You shall not get off in that way," rejoined Stryver, shouldering the rejoinder at him; "no, Sydney, it's my duty to tell you—and I tell you to your face to do you good—that you are a de-vilish ill-conditioned fellow in that sort of society. You are a disagreeable fellow."

Sydney drank a bumper of the punch he had made, and laughed.

"Look at me!" said Stryver, squaring himself; "I have less need to make myself agreeable than you have, being more independent in circumstances. Why do I do it?"

I never saw you do it yet," muttered Carton.

"I do because it's politic; I do it on principle. And look at me! I get on."

"You don't get on with your account of your matrimonial intentions," answered Carton, with a careless air; "I wish you would keep to that. As to me—will you never understand that I am incorrigible?"