`Do you imagine---' Mr. Lorry had begun, when Miss Pross took him up short with:

`Never imagine anything. Have no imagination at all.'

`I stand corrected,; do you suppose--you go so far as to Suppose, sometimes?

`Now and then,' said Miss Pross.

`Do you suppose,' Mr. Lorry went on, with a laughing twinkle in his bright eye, as it looked kindly at her, `that Doctor Manette has any theory of his own, preserved through all those years, relative to the cause of his being so oppressed; perhaps, even to the name of his oppressor?'

`I don't suppose anything about it but what Ladybird tells me.'

`Now don't be angry at my asking all these questions; because I am a mere dull man of business, and you are a woman of business.'

`Dull?' Miss Pross inquired, with placidity.