"A child ?" she asked in astonishment.
"What next!" cried he in a furious tone.

"What are you doing there?
Has your hardihood come to this that you pick up the words which escape me?
Do me the pleasure to retire to your kitchen, and stay there until I call you." "He is going crazy!" thought Manette, as she disappeared very quickly.
Old Tabaret resumed his seat.

He hastily swallowed his soup which was completely cold.

"Why," said he to himself, "did I not think of it before?
Poor humanity! I am growing old, and my brain is worn out.

For it is clear as day; the circumstances all point to that conclusion." He rang the bell placed on the table beside him; the servant reappeared.
"Bring the roast," he said, "and leave me to myself." "Yes," continued he furiously carving a leg of Presale mutton--"Yes, there is a child, and here is his history! The Widow Lerouge, when a young woman, is in the service of a great lady, immensely rich.