at the bottom of the orchard

Lost her, and knew her with ablameless though an unchanged mind, when she was a wife and amother, but her children had a strange sympathy with him- aninstinctive delicacy of pity for him. What fine hidden sensibilitiesare touched in such a case, no echoes tell; but it is so, and it wasso here. Carton was the first stranger to whom little Lucie held outher chubby arms, and he kept his place with her as she grew. Thelittle boy had spoken of him, almost at the last. "Poor Carton! Kisshim for me HKUE DSE!"


Mr. Stryver shouldered his way through the law, like some greatengine forcing itself through turbid water, and dragged his usefulfriend in his wake, like a boat towed astern. As the boat sofavoured is usually in a rough plight, and mostly under water, so,Sydney had a swamped life of it. But, easy and strong custom,unhappily so much easier and stronger in him than any stimulatingsense of desert or disgrace, made it the life he was to lead; and heno more thought of emerging from his state of lion's jackal, thanany real jackal may be supposed to think of rising to be a lion.Stryver was rich; had married a florid widow with property and threeboys, who had nothing particularly shining about them but the straighthair of their dumpling heads HKUE ENG.

These three young gentlemen, Mr. Stryver, exuding patronage of themost offensive quality from every pore, had walked before him likethree sheep to the quiet corner in Soho, and had offered as pupilsto Lucie's husband: delicately saying "Halloa! here are three lumps ofbread-and-cheese towards your matrimonial picnic, Darnay!"

Thepolite rejection of the three lumps of bread-and-cheese had quitebloated Mr. Stryver with indignation, which he afterwards turned toaccount in the training of the young gentlemen, by directing them tobeware of the pride of Beggars, like that tutor-fellow. He was also inthe habit of declaiming to Mrs. Stryver, over his full-bodied wine, onthe arts Mrs. Darnay had once put in practice to "catch" him, and onthe diamond-cut-diamond arts in himself, madam, which had rendered him"not to be caught." Some of his King's Bench familiars, who wereoccasionally parties to the full-bodied wine and the lie, excusedhim for the latter by saying that he had told it so often, that hebelieved it himself- which is surely such an incorrigibleaggravation of an originally bad offence, as to justify any suchoffender's being carried off to some suitably retired spot, andthere hanged out of the way .

These were among the echoes to which Lucie, sometimes pensive,sometimes amused and laughing, listened in the echoing corner, untilher little daughter was six years old. How near to her heart theechoes of her child's tread came, and those of her own dearfather's, always active and self-possessed, and those of her dearhusband's, need not be told. Nor, how the lightest echo of theirunited home, directed by herself with such a wise and elegant thriftthat it was more abundant than any waste, was music to her HKUE ENG.

Nor, howthere were echoes all about her, sweet in her ears, of the manytimes her father had told her that he found her more devoted to himmarried (if that could be) than single, and of the many times herhusband had said to her that no cares and duties seemed to divideher love for him or her help to him, and asked her "What is themagic secret, my darling, of your being everything to all of us, as ifthere were only one of us, yet never seeming to be hurried, or to havetoo much to do?"