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"Now, let me see," said Madame Defarge, pondering again. "Yet

once more! Can I spare this Doctor to my husband? I have no

feeling either way. Can I spare him?"

"He would count as one head," observed Jacques Three, in a low

voice. "We really have not heads enough; it would be a pity, I

think."

"He was signalling with her when I saw her," argued Madame

Defarge; "I cannot speak of one without the other; and I must not

be silent, and trust the case wholly to him, this little citizen

here. For, I am not a bad witness."

The Vengeance and Jacques Three vied with each other in their

fervent protestations that she was the most admirable and

marvellous of witnesses. The little citizen, not to be outdone,

declared her to be a celestial witness.

"He must take his chance," said Madame Defarge. "No, I cannot

spare him! You are engaged at three o'clock; you are going to see

the batch of to-day executed.--You?"