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1Nine Days The marriage-day was shining brightly, and they were ready outside the closed door of the Doctor's room, where
2he was speaking with Charles Darnay. They were ready to go to church; the beautiful bride, Mr. Lorry, and Miss Pross--to
3whom the event, through a gradual process of reconcilement to the inevitable, would have been one of absolute bliss, but
4for the yet lingering consideration that her brother Solomon should have been the bridegroom. "And so," said Mr. Lorry,
5who could not sufficiently admire the bride, and who had been moving round her to take in every point of her quiet,
6pretty dress; "and so it was for this, my sweet Lucie, that I brought you across the Channel, such a baby! Lord bless
7me! How little I thought what I was doing! How lightly I valued the obligation I was conferring on my friend Mr.
8Charles!" "You didn't mean it," remarked the matter-of-fact Miss Pross, "and therefore how could you know it? Nonsense!"
9"Really? Well; but don't cry," said the gentle Mr. Lorry. "I am not crying," said Miss Pross; "you are." "I, my Pross?"
10(By this time, Mr. Lorry dared to be pleasant with her, on occasion.) "You were, just now; I saw you do it, and I don't
11wonder at it. Such a present of plate as you have made 'em, is enough to bring tears into anybody's eyes. There's not a
12fork or a spoon in the collection," said Miss Pross, "that I didn't cry over, last night after the box came, till I
13couldn't see it." "I am highly gratified," said Mr. Lorry, "though, upon my honour, I had no intention of rendering
14those trifling articles of remembrance invisible to any one. Dear me! This is an occasion that makes a man speculate on
15all he has lost. Dear, dear, dear! To think that there might have been a Mrs. Lorry, any time these fifty years almost!"
16"Not at all!" From Miss Pross. "You think there never might have been a Mrs. Lorry?" asked the gentleman of that name.
17"Pooh!" rejoined Miss Pross; "you were a bachelor in your cradle." "Well!" observed Mr. Lorry, beamingly adjusting his
18little wig, "that seems probable, too." "And you were cut out for a bachelor," pursued Miss Pross, "before you were put
19in your cradle." "Then, I think," said Mr. Lorry, "that I was very unhandsomely dealt with, and that I ought to have had
20a voice in the selection of my pattern. Enough! Now, my dear Lucie," drawing his arm soothingly round her waist, "I hear
21them moving in the next room, and Miss Pross and I, as two formal folks of business, are anxious not to lose the final
22opportunity of saying something to you that you wish to hear. You leave your good father, my dear, in hands as earnest
23and as loving as your own; he shall be taken every conceivable care of; during the next fortnight, while you are in
24Warwickshire and thereabouts, even Tellson's shall go to the wall (comparatively speaking) before him. And when, at the
25fortnight's end, he comes to join you and your beloved husband, on your other fortnight's trip in Wales, you shall say
26that we have sent him to you in the best health and in the happiest frame. Now, I hear Somebody's step coming to the
27door. Let me kiss my dear girl with an old-fashioned bachelor blessing, before Somebody comes to claim his own." For a
28moment, he held the fair face from him to look at the well-remembered expression on the forehead, and then laid the
29bright golden hair against his little brown wig, with a genuine tenderness and delicacy which, if such things be
30old-fashioned, were as old as Adam. The door of the Doctor's room opened, and he came out with Charles Darnay. He was so
31deadly pale--which had not been the case when they went in together--that no vestige of colour was to be seen in his
32face. But, in the composure of his manner he was unaltered, except that to the shrewd glance of Mr. Lorry it disclosed
33some shadowy indication that the old air of avoidance and dread had lately passed over him, like a cold wind. He gave
34his arm to his daughter, and took her down-stairs to the chariot which Mr. Lorry had hired in honour of the day. The
35rest followed in another carriage, and soon, in a neighbouring church, where no strange eyes looked on, Charles Darnay
36and Lucie Manette were happily married. Besides the glancing tears that shone among the smiles of the little group when
37it was done, some diamonds, very bright and sparkling, glanced on the bride's hand, which were newly released from the
38dark obscurity of one of Mr. Lorry's pockets. They returned home to breakfast, and all went well, and in due course the
39golden hair that had mingled with the poor shoemaker's white locks in the Paris garret, were mingled with them again in
40the morning sunlight, on the threshold of the door at parting. It was a hard parting, though it was not for long. But
41her father cheered her, and said at last, gently disengaging himself from her enfolding arms, "Take her, Charles! She is
42yours!" And her agitated hand waved to them from a chaise window, and she was gone. The corner being out of the way of
43the idle and curious, and the preparations having been very simple and few, the Doctor, Mr. Lorry, and Miss Pross, were
44left quite alone. It was when they turned into the welcome shade of the cool old hall, that Mr. Lorry observed a great
45change to have come over the Doctor; as if the golden arm uplifted there, had struck him a poisoned blow. He had
46naturally repressed much, and some revulsion might have been expected in him when the occasion for repression was gone.
47But, it was the old scared lost look that troubled Mr. Lorry; and through his absent manner of clasping his head and
48drearily wandering away into his own room when they got up-stairs, Mr. Lorry was reminded of Defarge the wine-shop
49keeper, and the starlight ride. "I think," he whispered to Miss Pross, after anxious consideration, "I think we had best
50not speak to him just now, or at all disturb him. I must look in at Tellson's; so I will go there at once and come back
51presently. Then, we will take him a ride into the country, and dine there, and all will be well." It was easier for Mr.
52Lorry to look in at Tellson's, than to look out of Tellson's. He was detained two hours. When he came back, he ascended
53the old staircase alone, having asked no question of the servant; going thus into the Doctor's rooms, he was stopped by
54a low sound of knocking. "Good God!" he said, with a start. "What's that?" Miss Pross, with a terrified face, was at his
55ear. "O me, O me! All is lost!" cried she, wringing her hands. "What is to be told to Ladybird? He doesn't know me, and
56is making shoes!" Mr. Lorry said what he could to calm her, and went himself into the Doctor's room. The bench was
57turned towards the light, as it had been when he had seen the shoemaker at his work before, and his head was bent down,
58and he was very busy. "Doctor Manette. My dear friend, Doctor Manette!" The Doctor looked at him for a moment--half
59inquiringly, half as if he were angry at being spoken to--and bent over his work again. He had laid aside his coat and
60waistcoat; his shirt was open at the throat, as it used to be when he did that work; and even the old haggard, faded
61surface of face had come back to him. He worked hard--impatiently--as if in some sense of having been interrupted. Mr.
62Lorry glanced at the work in his hand, and observed that it was a shoe of the old size and shape. He took up another
63that was lying by him, and asked what it was. "A young lady's walking shoe," he muttered, without looking up. "It ought
64to have been finished long ago. Let it be." "But, Doctor Manette. Look at me!" He obeyed, in the old mechanically
65submissive manner, without pausing in his work. "You know me, my dear friend? Think again. This is not your proper
66occupation. Think, dear friend!"
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