Many a night and many a day had its inmates listened to the echoesin the corner, with hearts that failed them when they heard thethronging feet. For, the footsteps had become to their minds as thefootsteps of a people, tumultuous under a red flag and with theircountry declared in danger, changed into wild beasts, by terribleenchantment long persisted in HKUE DSE.

Monseigneur, as a class, had dissociated himself from the phenomenonof his not being, appreciated: of his being so little wanted inFrance, as to incur considerable danger of receiving his dismissalfrom it, and this life together. Like the fabled rustic who raised theDevil with infinite pains, and was so terrified at the sight of himthat he could ask the Enemy no question, but immediately fled; so,Monseigneur, after boldly reading the Lord's Prayer backwards for agreat number of years, and performing many other potent spells forcompelling the Evil One, no sooner beheld him in his terrors than hetook to his noble heels.

The shining Bull's Eye of the Court was gone, or it would havebeen the mark for a hurricane of national bullets It had never beena good eye to see with- had long had the mote in it of Lucifer'spride, Sardanapalus's luxury, and a mole's blindness- but it haddropped out and was gone. The Court, from that exclusive innercircle to its outermost rotten ring of intrigue, corruption, anddissimulation, was all gone together. Royalty was gone; had beenbesieged in its Palace and "suspended," when the last tidings cameover HKUE ENG.

The August of the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety-two wascome, and ninety-two was come, and Monseigneur was by this timescattered far and wide

As was natural, the head-quarters and great gathering-place ofMonseigneur, in London, was Tellson's Bank. Spirits are supposed tohaunt the places where their bodies most resorted, and Monseigneurwithout a guinea haunted the spot where his guineas used to be.Moreover, it was the spot to which such French intelligence as wasmost to be relied upon, came quickest. Again: Tellson's was amunificent house, and extended great liberality to old customers whohad fallen from their high estate. Again: those nobles who had seenthe coming storm in time, and anticipating plunder or confiscation,had made provident remittances to Tellson's, were always to be heardof there by their needy brethren. To which it must be added that everynew-comer from France reported himself and his tidings at Tellson's,almost as a matter of course. For such variety of reasons, Tellson'swas at that time, as to French intelligence, a kind of HighExchange; and this was so well known to the public, and theinquiries made there were in consequence so numerous, that Tellson'ssometimes wrote the latest news out in a line or so and posted it inthe Bank windows, for all who ran through Temple Bar to read HKUE ENG.

On a steaming, misty afternoon, Mr. Lorry sat at his desk, andCharles Darnay stood leaning on it, talking with him in a low voice.The penitential den once set apart for interviews with the House and was filled to overflowing. It waswithin half an hour or so of the time of closing.

"But, although you are the youngest man that ever lived," saidCharles Darnay, rather hesitating, "I must still suggest to you--"