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She timidly laid her hand on his dear breast, and put up a prayer

that she might ever be as true to him as her love aspired to be,

and as his sorrows deserved. Then, she withdrew her hand, and

kissed his lips once more, and went away. So, the sunrise came,

and the shadows of the leaves of the plane-tree moved upon his

face, as softly as her lips had moved in praying for him.

CHAPTER XVIII. Nine Days

The marriage-day was shining brightly, and they were ready

outside the closed door of the Doctor's room, where he was

speaking with Charles Darnay. They were ready to go to church;

the beautiful bride, Mr. Lorry, and Miss Pross--to whom the

event, through a gradual process of reconcilement to the

inevitable, would have been one of absolute bliss, but for the

yet lingering consideration that her brother Solomon should have

been the bridegroom.