"Never mind about 'happening,' Mr. Lorry. He was the only passenger who came on board in the dead of the night?"
"Were you travelling alone, Mr. Lorry, or with any companion?"
"With two companions. A gentleman and lady. They are here."
"They are here. Had you any conversation with the prisoner?"
"Hardly any. The weather was stormy, and the passage long and rough, and I lay on a sofa, almost from shore to shore."
The young lady, to whom all eyes had been turned before, and were now turned again, stood up where she had sat. Her father rose with her, and kept her hand drawn through his arm.
"Miss Manette, look upon the prisoner."