A
year passes. Then another three months pass. Nothing’s s changed. Lucie, in
particular, seems to have weathered the calamity pretty well. One day, the
doctor comes home with some news: every now and then, Charles can get to a
little window which looks out on the street. He usually manages to be there at
three in the afternoon. It’s not every day…in fact, it’s only about once a
week. Nonetheless, he asked if Lucie would be willing to come stand in front of
the window at three so that he could see her.
From
that time on, Lucie goes to the street next to the window every afternoon. A
woodcutter happens to realize that she’s standing on his street every day. One
day, he’s not in his shop. Lucie’s relieved – until she sees him dancing with
The Vengeance and a mob of hundreds of other people. They’re dancing a wild,
bloody, violent dance. Apparently it involves lots of teeth gnashing. It’s
called the Carmagnole.
Lucie
stares at them, frightened. Her father comes up to lead them away, and she asks
him about the horrible dance. He tries to calm her, although he’s seen it
several times before. Suddenly, Madame Defarge appears right beside them. Manette
tells Lucie that Charles has been summoned to the Tribunal. He’s supposed to
have a trial tomorrow.
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