"None. So far as I know, she is still missing. If we could find her we should, perhaps, learn the truth."
"Should you need me," said Carton, "you know my address. I gave you my card yesterday, but you may have mislaid it. Here is another. I live with my guardian. It is a good thing for me that I am not left alone. But, good God! what am I saying? I am alone--alone! My Lizzie, my poor Lizzie, is dead!"
As I turned into the house I caught a last sight of him standing irresolutely on the pavement, his guardian in the kindest and tenderest manner striving to draw him away.
Fanny was waiting for me at the door of her little parlour. There was a wild apprehensive look in her eyes as they rested on my face.
"What has kep you so long, sir?" she asked in a low tone of fear.
"I came across an acquaintance accidentally," I replied.
"A policeman, sir, or a detective?"
"Good heavens, neither!" I exclaimed.
A sigh of relief escaped her, but immediately afterwards she became anxious again.
"You was talking a long time, sir."