'Forbid it，'proceeded Mr. Cruncher，with additional solemnity，additional slowness，and additional tendency to hold forth and hold out，'as anything wot I have ever said or done should be wisited on my earnest wishes for them poor creeturs now！Forbid it as we shouldn't all flop（if it was anyways conwenient）to get'em out o'this here dismal risk！Forbid it，miss！Wot I say，for-BID it！'This was Mr.Cruncher's conclusion after a protracted but vain endeavour to find a better one.
And still Madame Defarge，pursuing her way along the streets，came nearer and nearer.
'If we ever get back to our native land，'said Miss Pross，'you may rely upon my telling Mrs. Cruncher as much as I may be able to remember and understand of what you have so impressively said；and at all events you may be sure that I shall bear witness to your being thoroughly in earnest at this dreadful time.Now，pray let us think！My esteemed Mr.Cruncher，let us think！'
Still，Madame Defarge，pursuing her way along the streets，came nearer and nearer.
'If you were to go before，'said Miss Pross，'and stop the vehicle and horses from coming here，and were to wait somewhere for me；wouldn't that be best？'
Mr. Cruncher thought it might be best.
'Where could you wait for me？'asked Miss Pross.
Mr. Cruncher was so bewildered that he could think of no locality but Temple Bar.Alas Temple Bar was hundreds of miles away，and Madame Defarge was drawing very near indeed.
'By the cathedral door，'said Miss Pross.'Would it be much out of the way，to take me in near the great cathedral door between the two towers？'
'No，miss，'answered Mr. Cruncher.
'Then，like the best of men，'said Miss Pross，'go to the posting-house straight，and make that change.'
'I am doubtful，'said Mr. Cruncher，hesitating and shaking his head，'about leaving of you，you see.We don't know what may happen.'
'Heaven knows we don't，'returned Miss Pross，'but have no fear for me. Take me in at the cathedral，at three o'clock，or as near it as you can，and I am sure it will be better than our going from here.I feel certain of it.There！Bless you，Mr.Cruncher！Think—not of me，but of the lives that may depend on both of us！'
This exordium，and Miss Pross's two hands in quite agonised entreaty clasping his，decided Mr. Cruncher.With an encouraging nod or two，he immediately went out to alter the arrangements，and left her by herself to follow as she had proposed.
The having originated a precaution which was already in course of execution，was a great relief to Miss Pross. The necessity of composing her appearance so that it should attract no special notice in the streets，was another relief.She looked at her watch，and it was twenty minutes past two.She had no time to lose，but must get ready at once.
Afraid，in her extreme perturbation，of the loneliness of the deserted rooms，and of half-imagined faces peeping from behind every open door in them，Miss Pross got a basin of cold water and began laving her eyes，which were swollen and red. Haunted by her feverish apprehensions，she could not bear to have her sight obscured for a minute at a time by the dripping water，but constantly paused and looked round to see that there was no one watching her.In one of those pauses she recoiled and cried out，for she saw a figure standing i n the room.
The basin fell to the ground broken，and the water flowed to the feet of Madame Defarge. By strange stern ways，and through much staining blood，those feet had come to meet that water.
Madame Defarge looked coldly at her，and said.'The wife of Evremonde；where is she？'
It flashed upon Miss Pross's mind that the doors were all standing open，and would suggest the flight. Her first act was to shut them.There were four in the room，and she shut them all.She then placed herself before the door of the chamber which Lucie had occupied.
Madame Defarge's dark eyes followed her through this rapid movement，and rested on her when it was finished. Miss Pross had nothing beautiful about her；years had not tamed the wildness，or softened the grimness，of her appearance；but，she too was a determined woman in her different way，and she measured Madame Defarge with her eyes，every inch.
'You might，from your appearance，be the wife of Lucifer，'said Miss Pross，in her breathing.'Nevertheless，you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman.'
Madame Defarge looked at her scornfully，but still with something of Miss Pross's own perception that they two were at bay. She saw a tight，hard，wiry woman before her，as Mr.Lorry had seen in the same figure a woman with a strong hand，in the years gone by.She knew full well that Miss Pross was the family's devoted friend；Miss Pross knew full well that Madame Defarge was the family's malevolent enemy.
'On my way yonder，'said Madame Defarge，with a slight movement of her hand towards the fatal spot，'where they reserve my chair and my knitting for me，I am come to make my compliments to her in passing. I wish to see her.'
'I know that your intentions are evil，'said Miss Pross，'and you may depend upon it，I'll hold my own against them.'
Each spoke in her own language；neither understood the other's words；both were very watchful，and intent to deduce fromlook and manner，what the unintelligible words meant.
'It will do her no good to keep herself concealed from me at this moment，'said Madame Defarge.'Good patriots will know what that means. Let me see her.Go tell her that I wish to see her.Do you hear？'
'If those eyes of yours were bed-winches，'returned Miss Pross，'and I was an English four-poster，they shouldn't loose a splinter of me. No，you wicked foreign woman；I am your match.'
Madame Defarge was not likely to follow these idiomatic remarks in detail；but，she so far understood them as to perceive that she was set at naught.