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"Oh, Carton, Carton, dear Carton!" cried little Lucie, springing

up and throwing her arms passionately round him, in a burst of

grief. "Now that you have come, I think you will do something to

help mamma, something to save papa! O, look at her, dear Carton!

Can you, of all the people who love her, bear to see her so?"

He bent over the child, and laid her blooming cheek against his

face. He put her gently from him, and looked at her unconscious

mother.

"Before I go," he said, and paused--"I may kiss her?"

It was remembered afterwards that when he bent down and touched

her face with his lips, he murmured some words. The child, who

was nearest to him, told them afterwards, and told her

grandchildren when she was a handsome old lady, that she heard

him say, "A life you love."

When he had gone out into the next room, he turned suddenly on

Mr. Lorry and her father, who were following, and said to the

latter: