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Madame Defarge cast down her eyes, and reflected a little.

"The child also," observed Jacques Three, with a meditative

enjoyment of his words, "has golden hair and blue eyes. And we

seldom have a child there. It is a pretty sight!"

"In a word," said Madame Defarge, coming out of her short

abstraction, "I cannot trust my husband in this matter. Not only

do I feel, since last night, that I dare not confide to him the

details of my projects; but also I feel that if I delay, there is

danger of his giving warning, and then they might escape."

"That must never be," croaked Jacques Three; "no one must escape.

We have not half enough as it is. We ought to have six score a

day."

"In a word," Madame Defarge went on, "my husband has not my

reason for pursuing this family to annihilation, and I have not

his reason for regarding this Doctor with any sensibility. I must

act for myself, therefore. Come hither, little citizen."