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"I will go," said Doctor Manette, "to the Prosecutor and the

President straight, and I will go to others whom it is better not

to name. I will write too, and--But stay! There is a Celebration

in the streets, and no one will be accessible until dark."

"That's true. Well! It is a forlorn hope at the best, and not

much the forlorner for being delayed till dark. I should like to

know how you speed; though, mind! I expect nothing! When are you

likely to have seen these dread powers, Doctor Manette?"

"Immediately after dark, I should hope. Within an hour or two

from this."

"It will be dark soon after four. Let us stretch the hour or two.

If I go to Mr. Lorry's at nine, shall I hear what you have done,

either from our friend or from yourself?"

"Yes."

"May you prosper!"

Mr. Lorry followed Sydney to the outer door, and, touching him on

the shoulder as he was going away, caused him to turn.

"I have no hope," said Mr. Lorry, in a low and sorrowful whisper.

"Nor have I."