they were not agreed, but signified his pleasure that they should
retire under watch and ward, and retired himself. The trial had
lasted all day, and the lamps in the court were now being lighted.
It began to be rumoured that the jury would be out a long while.
The spectators dropped off to get refreshment, and the prisoner
withdrew to the back of the dock, and sat down.
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Mr. Lorry, who had gone out when the young lady and her
father went out, now reappeared, and beckoned to Jerry: who, in
the slackened interest, could easily get near him.
“Jerry, if you wish to take something to eat, you can. But, keep
in the way. You will be sure to hear when the jury come in. Don’t
be a moment behind them, for I want you to take the verdict back
to the bank. You are the quickest messenger I know, and you will
get to Temple Bar long before I can.”
Jerry had just enough forehead to knuckle, and he knuckled it
in acknowledgment of this communication and a shilling. Mr.
Carton came up at the moment, and touched Mr. Lorry on the
arm.
“How is the young lady?”
“She is greatly distressed; but her father is comforting her, and
she feels the better for being out of court.”
“I’ll tell the prisoner so. It won’t do for a respectable bank
gentleman like you to be seen speaking to him publicly, you
know.”
Mr. Lorry reddened as if he were conscious of having debated
the point in his mind, and Mr. Carton made his way to the outside
of the bar. The way out of court lay in that direction, and Jerry
followed him, all eyes, ears, and spikes.
“Mr. Darnay!”
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