`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 walked with a settled step, down-stairs.