“Shoes? My Lucie, why should he make shoes?”
“O, just to pass away the time.”
“But so curious is this. It would not entertain me to spend my time making shoes.”
“It might if you wanted to pass away the time and could find nothing else to do. I should think it rather interesting myself.”
“For me I should prefer something else; dresses, maybe, or hats. I should not mind at all making hats.”
“Men’s hats or ladies’ hats? Straw hats or what?”
“O, not men’s hats of course, beautiful hats upon which one could use ribbons and lace flowers.”
“Where could you get all those things if you were in prison?”
“I haven’t an idea. I suppose in the same manner that the man got leather for the shoes. Does it tell?”
“Not yet. Maybe it will. We shall see.” So the tale went on till the midday meal was ready and a voice from the other side of the wall called: “Annette, Annette, le dejeuner est servi.” Then over the wall climbed Annette, leaving the fortunes of Lucie Manette, Evremonde and Sidney Carton to be followed another day.