ong beard was as white as snow. He wore a ragged shirt, and his
hands were thin and transparent from confinement. It was Lucie's father,
Doctor Manette!

He scarcely looked up when they entered, for his mind was gone and he
knew no one. All that seemed to interest him was his shoemaking. He had
forgotten everything else. He even thought his own name was "One hundred
and five, North Tower," which had been the number of his cell in the
Bastille.

Lucie's heart almost broke to see him. She wanted to throw her arms
about him, to lay her head on his breast and tell him she was his
daughter who loved him and had come to take him home at last. But she
was afraid this would frighten him.

She came close to him, and after a while he began to look at her. She
greatly resembled her dead mother, and presently her face seemed to
remind him of something. He unwound a string from around his neck and
unfolded a little rag which was tied to it, and there was a lock of hair
like Lucie's. Then he suddenly burst into tears--the first he had shed
for long, long years--and the tears seemed to bring back a part of the
past. Lucie took him in her arms and soothed him, while Mr. Lorry went
to bring the coach that was to take them to England.

Through all their preparations for departure her father sat watching in
a sort of scared wonder, holding tight to Lucie's hand like a child, and
when they told him to come with them he descended the stairs obediently.
But he would not go into the coach without his bench and shoemaking
tools, and, to quiet him, they were obliged to take them, too.

So the father and daughter and Mr. Lorry journeyed back to Lucie's home
in London. All the miles they rode Lucie held her father's hand, and the
touch seemed to give him strength and confidence.

On the boat crossing to London was a young man who called himself
Charles Darnay, handsome, dark and pale. He was most kind to Lucie, and
showed her how to make a couch on deck for her father, and how she could
shelter it from the wind. In the long months that followed their
arrival, while the poor old man regained a measure of health, she never
forgot Darnay's face and his kindness to them.

Doctor Manette's mind and memory came slowly back with his improving
health. There were some days when his brain clouded. Then Lucie would
find him seated at his old prison bench making shoes, and she would coax
him away and talk to him until the insanity would pass away.