| Book the Second - the Golden Thread
18. XVIII. Nine Days
 (continued)He gave his arm to his daughter, and took her down-stairs to the chariot
 which Mr. Lorry had hired in honour of the day.  The rest followed in
 another carriage, and soon, in a neighbouring church, where no strange
 eyes looked on, Charles Darnay and Lucie Manette were happily married. Besides the glancing tears that shone among the smiles of the little
 group when it was done, some diamonds, very bright and sparkling,
 glanced on the bride's hand, which were newly released from the dark
 obscurity of one of Mr. Lorry's pockets.  They returned home to
 breakfast, and all went well, and in due course the golden hair that
 had mingled with the poor shoemaker's white locks in the Paris garret,
 were mingled with them again in the morning sunlight, on the threshold
 of the door at parting. It was a hard parting, though it was not for long.  But her father
 cheered her, and said at last, gently disengaging himself from her
 enfolding arms, "Take her, Charles!  She is yours!" And her agitated hand waved to them from a chaise window, and
 she was gone. The corner being out of the way of the idle and curious, and the
 preparations having been very simple and few, the Doctor, Mr. Lorry,
 and Miss Pross, were left quite alone.  It was when they turned into
 the welcome shade of the cool old hall, that Mr. Lorry observed a
 great change to have come over the Doctor; as if the golden arm
 uplifted there, had struck him a poisoned blow. He had naturally repressed much, and some revulsion might have been
 expected in him when the occasion for repression was gone.  But, it
 was the old scared lost look that troubled Mr. Lorry; and through
 his absent manner of clasping his head and drearily wandering away
 into his own room when they got up-stairs, Mr. Lorry was reminded of
 Defarge the wine-shop keeper, and the starlight ride. "I think," he whispered to Miss Pross, after anxious consideration,
 "I think we had best not speak to him just now, or at all disturb him.
 I must look in at Tellson's; so I will go there at once and come back
 presently.  Then, we will take him a ride into the country, and dine
 there, and all will be well." |