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"The utmost good that I am capable of now, Miss Manette, I have

come here to realise. Let me carry through the rest of my

misdirected life, the remembrance that I opened my heart to you,

last of all the world; and that there was something left in me at

this time which you could deplore and pity."

"Which I entreated you to believe, again and again, most

fervently, with all my heart, was capable of better things, Mr.

Carton!"

"Entreat me to believe it no more, Miss Manette. I have proved

myself, and I know better. I distress you; I draw fast to an end.

Will you let me believe, when I recall this day, that the last

confidence of my life was reposed in your pure and innocent

breast, and that it lies there alone, and will be shared by no

one?"

"If that will be a consolation to you, yes."

"Not even by the dearest one ever to be known to you?"

"Mr. Carton," she answered, after an agitated pause, "the secret

is yours, not mine; and I promise to respect it."

"Thank you. And again, God bless you."