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"My dear," said Mr. Lorry, striking in to explain; "there are

frequent risings in the streets; and, although it is not likely

they will ever trouble you, Madame Defarge wishes to see those

whom she has the power to protect at such times, to the end that

she may know them--that she may identify them. I believe," said

Mr. Lorry, rather halting in his reassuring words, as the stony

manner of all the three impressed itself upon him more and more,

"I state the case, Citizen Defarge?"

Defarge looked gloomily at his wife, and gave no other answer

than a gruff sound of acquiescence.

"You had better, Lucie," said Mr. Lorry, doing all he could to

propitiate, by tone and manner, "have the dear child here, and

our good Pross. Our good Pross, Defarge, is an English lady, and

knows no French."