"Only one thing more," said Mr. Lorry, laying stress upon it as a wholesome means of enforcing her attention: "he has been found under another name; his own, long forgotten or long concealed.
It would be worse than useless now to inquire which; worse than useless to seek to know whether he has been for years overlooked, or always designedly held prisoner.
It would be worse than useless now to make any inquiries, because it would be dangerous.
Better not to mention the subject, anywhere or in any way, and to remove him-for a while at all events-out of France.
Even I, safe as an Englishman, and even Tellson's, important as they are to French credit, avoid all naming of the matter.
I carry about me, not a scrap of writing openly referring to it.
This is a secret service altogether.
My credentials, entries, and memoranda, are all comprehended in the one line, 'Recalled to Life;' which may mean anything.
But what is the matter! She doesn't notice a word! Miss Manette!"
Perfectly still and silent, and not even fallen back in her chair, she sat under his hand, utterly insensible; with her eyes open and fixed upon him, and with that last expression looking as if it were carved or branded into her forehead.