To this effect, in as few or fewer words, the Public Prosecutor.

The President asked, was the Accused openly denounced or

secretly?

“Openly, President.”

“By whom?”

“Three voices. Ernest Defarge, wine vendor of Saint Antoine.”

“Good.”

“Therese Defarge, his wife.”

“Good.”

“Alexandre Manette, physician.”

A great uproar took place in the court, and in the midst of it,

Doctor Manette was seen, pale and trembling, standing where he

had been seated.

“President, I indignantly protest to you that this is a forgery

and a fraud. You know the accused to be the husband of my

daughter. My daughter, and those dear to her, are far dearer to me

than my life. Who and where is the false conspirator who says that

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I denounce the husband of my child?”

“Citizen Manette, be tranquil. To fail in submission of the

authority of the Tribunal would be to put yourself out of Law. As

to what is dearer to you than life. nothing can be so dear to a good

citizen as the Republic.”

Loud acclamations hailed this rebuke. The President rang his

bell, and with warmth resumed.

“If the Republic should demand of you the sacrifice of your

child herself, you would have no duty but to sacrifice her. Listen to

what is to follow. In the meanwhile, be silent!”

Frantic acclamations were again raised. Doctor Manette sat

down, with his eyes looking around, and his lips trembling; his

daughter drew closer to him. The craving man on the jury rubbed

his hands together, and restored the usual hand to his mouth.

Defarge was produced, when the court was quiet enough to

admit of his being heard, and rapidly expounded the story of the

imprisonment, and of his having been a mere boy in the Doctor’s

service, and of the release, and of the state of the prisoner when

released and delivered to him. This short examination followed.

for the court was quick with its work.

“You did good service at the taking of the Bastille, citizen?”

“I believe so.”

Here an excited woman screeched from the crowd: “You were

one of the best patriots there. Why not say so? You were a

cannonier that day there, and you were among the first to enter

the accursed fortress when it fell. Patriots, I speak the truth!”

It was The Vengeance who, amidst the warm commendations of

the audience, thus assisted the proceedings. The President rang

his bell; but, The Vengeance, warming with encouragement,

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shrieked, “I defy that bell!” wherein she was likewise much

commended.