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The quiet lodgings of Doctor Manette were in a quiet

street-corner not far from Soho-square. On the afternoon of a

certain fine Sunday when the waves of four months had rolled over

the trial for treason, and carried it, as to the public interest

and memory, far out to sea, Mr. Jarvis Lorry walked along the

sunny streets from Clerkenwell where he lived, on his way to dine

with the Doctor. After several relapses into business-absorption,

Mr. Lorry had become the Doctor's friend, and the quiet

street-corner was the sunny part of his life.