m, but as time went on he gradually used them less and less
often.

Mr. Lorry, with his flaxen wig and constant smile, came to tea every
Sunday with them and helped to keep Doctor Manette cheerful. Sometimes
Darnay, Sydney Carton and Mr. Lorry would meet there together, but of
them all, Darnay came oftenest, and soon it was easy to see that he was
in love with Lucie.

Sydney Carton, too, was in love with her, but he was perfectly aware
that he was quite undeserving, and that Lucie could never love him in
return. She was the last dream of his wild, careless life, the life he
had wasted and thrown away. Once he told her this, and said that,
although he could never be anything to her himself, he would give his
life gladly to save any one who was near and dear to her.

Lucie fell in love with Darnay at length and one day they were married
and went away on their wedding journey.

Until then, since his rescue, Lucie had never been out of Doctor
Manette's sight. Now, though he was glad for her happiness, yet he felt
the pain of the separation so keenly that it unhinged his mind again.
Miss Pross and Mr. Lorry found him next morning making shoes at the old
prison bench and for nine days he did not know them at all. At last,
however, he recovered, and then, lest the sight of it affect him, one
day when he was not there they chopped the bench to pieces and burned it
up.

But her father was better after Lucie came back with her husband, and
they took up their quiet life again. Darnay loved Lucie devotedly. He
supported himself still by teaching. Mr. Lorry came from the bank
oftener to tea and Sydney Carton more rarely, and their life was
peaceful and content.

Once after his marriage, his cruel uncle, the Marquis de St. Evremonde,
sent for Darnay to come to France on family matters. Darnay went, but
declined to remain or to do the other's bidding.

But his uncle's evil life was soon to be ended. While Darnay was there
the marquis was murdered one night in his bed by a grief-crazed laborer,
whose little child his carriage had run over.

Darnay returned to England, shocked and horrified the more at the
indifference of the life led by his race in France. Although now, by the
death of his uncle, he had himself become the Marquis de St. Evremonde,
yet he would not lay claim to the title, and left all the estates in
charge of one of the house servants, an honest steward named Gabelle.

He had intended after his return to Luci