For a moment, he held the fair face from him to look at the well-remembered
expression on the forehead, and then laid the bright golden hair against his
little brown wig, with a genuine tenderness and delicacy which, if such things
be old-fashioned, were as old as Adam.
He held her beautiful face in his hands for a moment and looked at the
expression on her forehead that he remembered so well. Then he touched her head
with his tenderly, her blond hair pressing against his little brown wig. The
gesture was old-fashioned enough to have been around since the days of Adam and
The door of the Doctor’s room opened, and he came out with Charles Darnay. He
was so deadly pale—which had not been the case when they went in together—that
no vestige of colour was to be seen in his face. But, in the composure of his
manner he was unaltered, except that to the shrewd glance of Mr. Lorry it
disclosed some shadowy indication that the old air of avoidance and dread had
lately passed over him, like a cold wind.
The door of Dr. Manette’s room opened and the doctor came out with Charles
Darnay. Dr. Manette hadn’t looked pale at all when they went into the room
together, but now he looked so deathly pale that there was no trace of color in
his face. He kept his composure, though. Only the shrewd Mr. Lorry noticed that
he seemed a little like the way he had been after his release from prison.
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.
The doctor offered his arm to Lucie, and he took her downstairs to the chariot
that Mr. Lorry had hired for the occasion. The rest of them followed in another
carriage, and soon Charles Darnay and Lucie Manette were happily married
privately in a nearby church.
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.
Everyone in the little group that watched them get married was smiling and had
tears in their eyes. Lucie had some diamonds on her hand that Mr. Lorry had
given to her out of one of his pockets. They all went home for breakfast, and
all of it went well. Soon Miss Manette and her father, who had first embraced in
the attic in Paris, were embracing again in the morning sunlight. They stood
together in the doorway and said goodbye.
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!”
It was hard for them to say goodbye, though it didn’t last long. Her father
cheered for her, and gently pulling himself away from her embrace, finally said,
“Take her, Charles! She is yours!”
And her agitated hand waved to them from a chaise window, and she was
She waved to them emotionally from a window of the chaise as she and her
husband drove off. Then 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.
The street corner was off the main street and the wedding festivities had been
very small and simple. The doctor, Mr. Lorry, and Miss Pross were now left all
alone. When they went back inside in the welcome shade of the hall of the
doctor’s house, Mr. Lorry noticed that something had changed about the doctor.
It was as if he had been struck by the golden arm of the goldsmith next door. He
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
He had kept many of his feelings to himself, of course, and some strong
emotions might have been expected to come out of him once the bride and groom
had left. But what worried Mr. Lorry was the frightened look on the doctor’s
face, and the fact that the doctor had absent-mindedly grabbed his head in his
hands and wandered off into his room when they got upstairs. It reminded Mr.
Lorry of Defarge, the owner of the wine shop, and their night ride away from
Paris under the stars.
“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.”
“I think it would be best if we didn’t talk to him right now or disturb him at
all,” he whispered to Miss Pross. “I need to go to Tellson’s Bank. I’ll go there
now and come back very soon, and then we will take him on a ride into the
country and eat dinner there. Everything will be fine.”