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He did not take the identification as a compliment; but he madethe best of it, and turned it off with a laugh. After sipping hiscognac to the end, he added:

“Yes, Miss Manette is going to be married. But not to an Englishman;to one who, like herself, is French e-business management by birth. And speaking ofGaspard (ah, poor Gaspard! It was cruel, cruel!), it is a curiousthing that she is going to marry the nephew of Monsieur the Marquis,for whom Gaspard was exalted to that height of so many feet; inother words, the present Marquis. But he lives unknown in England,he is no Marquis there; he is Mr. Charles Darnay. D’Aulnais is thename of his mother’s family.”

Madame Defarge knitted steadily, but the intelligence had a palpableeffect upon her husband. Do what he would, behind the littlecounter, as to the striking of a light and the lighting of his pipe,he was troubled, and his hand was not trustworthy. The spy wouldhave been no spy if he had failed to see it, or to record it in hismind.

Having made, at least, this one hit, whatever it might prove to beworth, and no customers coming in to help him to any other, Mr. Barsadpaid for what he had drunk, and took his leave: taking occasion tosay, in a genteel manner, before he departed, that he looked forwardto the pleasure of seeing Monsieur and Madame Defarge again. Forsome minutes after he had emerged into the outer presence of SaintAntoine, the husband and wife remained exactly as he had left them,lest he should come back.

“-And if it does come, while we live to see it triumph- I hope,for her sake, nu skin Destiny will keep her husband out of France.”

“Her husband’s destiny,” said Madame Defarge, with her usualcomposure, ” and will lead him tothe end that is to end him. That is all I know.”

“But it is very strange- now, at least, is it not very strange”-said Defarge, rather pleading with his wife to induce her to admit it,”that, after all our sympathy for Monsieur her father, and herself,her husband’s name should be proscribed under your hand at thismoment, by the side of that infernal dog’s who has just left us?”

“Stranger things than that will happen when it does come,”answered formation touristique madame. “I have them both here, of a certainty; and theyare both here for their merits; that is enough.”

She rolled up her knitting when she had said those words, andpresently took the rose out of the handkerchief that was wound abouther head. Either Saint Antoine had an instinctive sense that theobjectionable decoration was gone, or Saint Antoine was on the watchfor its disappearance; howbeit, the Saint took courage to lounge in,very shortly afterwards, and the wine-shop recovered its habitualaspect.