He carried her lightly to the door，and laid her tenderly down in a coach. Her father and their old friend got into it，and he took his seat beside the driver.
When they arrived at the gateway where he had paused in the dark not many hours before，to picture to himself on which of the rough stones of the street her feet had trodden，he lifted her again，and carried her up the staircase to their rooms. There，he laid her down on a couch，where her child and Miss Pross wept over her.
'Don't recall her to herself，'he said，softly，to the latter，'she is better so. Don't revive her to consciousness，while she only faints.'
'Oh，Carton，Carton，dearCarton！'criedlittleLucie. 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 andtouched 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：
'You had great influence but yesterday，Doctor Manette；let it at least be tried. These judges，and all the men in power are very friendly to you，and very recognisant of your services；are they not？'
'Nothing connected with Charles was concealed from me. I had the strongest assurances that I should save him；and I did.'He returned the answer in great trouble，and very slowly.
'Try them again. The hours between this and tomorrow afternoon are few and short，but try.'
'I intend to try. I will not rest a moment.'
'That's well. I have known such energy as yours do great things before now—though never，'he added.with a smile and a sigh together，'such great things as this.But try！Of little worth as life is when we misuse it，it is worth that effort.It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.'
'I will go，'said Doctor Manette，'to the Prosecutor and the President straight，and I will go to others whom it is better not to name. I will write too，and—But stay！There is a celebration in the streets，and no one will be accessible until dark.'
'That's true. Well！It is a forlorn hope at the best，and not much the forlorner for being delayed till dark.I should like to know how you speed；though mind！I expect nothing！When are you likely tohave seen these dread powers，Doctor Manette？'
'Immediately after dark，I should hope. Within an hour or two from this？'
'It will be dark soon after four. Let us stretch the hour or two.If I go to Mr.Lorry's at nine，shall I hear what you have done，either from our friend or from yourself？'
'Yes.'
'May you prosper！'
Mr. Lorry followed Sydney to the outer door，and，touching him on the shoulder as he was going away，caused him to turn.
'I have no hope，'said Mr. Lorry，in a low and sorrowful whisper.
'Nor have I.'
'If any one of these men，or all of these men，were disposed to spare him—which is a large supposition；for what is his life，or any man's to them！—I doubt if they durst spare him after the demonstration in the court.'
'And so do I. I heard the fall of the axe in that sound.'
Mr. Lorry leaned his arm upon the door-post and bowed his face upon it.
'Don't despond，'said Carton，very gently；'don't grieve. I encouraged Doctor Manette in this idea，because I felt that it might one day be consolatory to her.Otherwise，she might think'his life was wantonly thrown away or wasted，'and that might trouble her.'
'Yes，yes，yes，'returned Mr. Lorry，drying his eyes，'you are right.But he will perish；there is no real hope.'
'Yes. He will perish：there is no real hope，'echoed Carton.And he walked with a settled step，down-stairs.
XLII.DARKNESS
S ydney Carton paused in the street，not quite decided where to go.'At Tellson's banking-house at nine，'he said，with a musing face.'Shall I do well，in the meantime，to show myself？I think so. It is best that these people should know there is such a man as I here；it is a sound precaution，and may be a necessary preparation.But care，care，care！Let me think it out！'
Checking his steps which had begun to tend towards an object，he took a turn or two in the already darkening street，and traced the thought in his mind to its possible consequences. His first impression was confirmed.'It is best，'he said，finally resolved，'that these people should know there is such a man as I here.'And he turned his face towards Saint Antoine.
Defarge had described himself，that day，as the keeper of a wine-shop in the Saint Antoine suburb. It was not difficult for one who knew the city well，to find his house without asking any question.Having ascertained its situation，Carton came out of those closer streets again，and dined at a place of refreshment and fell sound asleep after dinner.For the first time in many years，he had no strong drink.Since last night he had taken nothing but a little light thin wine，and last night he had dropped the brandy slowly down on Mr.Lorry's hearth like a man who had done with it.
It was as late as seven o'clock when he awoke refreshed，and went out into the streets again. As he passed along towards SaintAntoine，he stopped at a shop-window where there was a mirror，and slightly altered the disordered arrangement of his loose cravat，and his coat-collar，and his wild hair.This done，he went on direct to Defarge's，and went in.
