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He sat down in a chair on the hearth, over against Mr. Lorry.

When they were alone, Mr. Lorry asked him what he had done?

"Not much. If it should go ill with the prisoner, I have ensured

access to him, once."

Mr. Lorry's countenance fell.

"It is all I could do," said Carton. "To propose too much, would

be to put this man's head under the axe, and, as he himself said,

nothing worse could happen to him if he were denounced. It was

obviously the weakness of the position. There is no help for it."

"But access to him," said Mr. Lorry, "if it should go ill before

the Tribunal, will not save him."

"I never said it would."

Mr. Lorry's eyes gradually sought the fire; his sympathy with his

darling, and the heavy disappointment of his second arrest,

gradually weakened them; he was an old man now, overborne with

anxiety of late, and his tears fell.