第6章
加入书架 A- A+
点击下载App,搜索"A Tale of Two Cities",免费读到尾

  `MissProssathome?\'`Wereyounewly,releasedontheoccasioninquestion?\'

  `Theytellmeso.`Haveyounoremembranceoftheoccasion?\'

  `None.Mymindisablank,fromsometime——Icannotevensaywhattime——whenIemployedmyself,inmycaptivity,inmakingshoes,tothetimewhenIfoundmyselflivinginLondonwithmydeardaughterhere.Shehadbecomefamiliartome,whenagraciousGodrestoredmyfaculties;but,Iamquiteunableeventosayhowshehadbecomefamiliar.Ihavenoremembranceoftheprocess.\'

  Mr.Attorney-Generalsatdown,andthefatheranddaughtersatdowntogether.

  Asingularcircumstancethenaroseinthecase.Theobjectinhandbeingtoshowthattheprisonerwentdown,withsomefellow-plotteruntracked,intheDovermailonthatFridaynightinNovemberfiveyearsago,andgotoutofthemailinthenight,asablind,ataplacewherehedidnotremain,butfromwhichhetravelledbacksomedozenmilesormore,toagarrisonanddockyard,andtherecollectedinformation;awitnesswascalledtoidentifyhimashavingbeenattheprecisetimerequired,inthecoffee-roomofanhotelinthatgarrison-and-dockyardtown,waitingforanotherperson.Theprisoner\'scounselwascross-examiningthiswitnesswithnoresult,exceptthathehadneverseentheprisoneronanyotheroccasion,whenthewiggedgentlemanwhohadallthistimebeenlookingattheceilingofthecourt,wroteawordortwoonalittlepieceofpaper,screweditup,andtossedittohim.Openingthispieceofpaperinthenextpause,thecounsellookedwithgreatattentionandcuriosityattheprisoner.

  `Yousayagainyouarequitesurethatitwastheprisoner?\'Thewitnesswasquitesure.`Didyoueverseeanybodyveryliketheprisoner?\'Notsolikethewitnesssaidasthathecouldbemistaken.`Lookwelluponthatgentleman,mylearnedfriendthere,\'pointingtohimwhohadtossedthepaperover,`andthenlookwellupontheprisoner.Howsayyou?Aretheyverylikeeachother?\'

  Allowingformylearnedfriend\'sappearancebeingcarelessandslovenlyifnotdebauched,theyweresufficientlylikeeachothertosurprise,notonlythewitness,buteverybodypresent,whentheywerethusbroughtintocomparison.MyLordbeingprayedtobidmylearnedfriendlayasidehiswig,andgivingnoverygraciousconsent,thelikenessbecamemuchmoreremarkable.MyLordinquiredofMr.Stryvertheprisoner\'scounsel,whethertheywerenexttotryMr.Cartonnameofmylearnedfriendfortreason?But,Mr.StryverrepliedtomyLord,no;buthewouldaskthewitnesstotellhimwhetherwhathappenedonce,mighthappentwice;whetherhewouldhavebeensoconfidentifhehadseenthisillustrationofhisrashnesssooner,whetherhewouldbesoconfident,havingseenit;andmore.Theupshotofwhichwas,tosmashthiswitnesslikeacrockeryvessel,andshiverhispartofthecasetouselesslumber.

  Mr.Cruncherhadbythistimetakenquitealunchofrustoffhisfingersinhisfollowingoftheevidence.HehadnowtoattendwhileMr.Stryverfittedtheprisoner\'scaseonthejury,likeacompactsuitofclothes;showingthemhowthepatriot,Barsad,wasahiredspyandtraitor,anunblushingtraffickerinblood,andoneofthegreatestscoundrelsuponearthsinceaccursedJudas——whichhecertainlydidlookratherlike.Howthevirtuousservant,Cly,washisfriendandpartner,andwasworthytobe;howthewatchfuleyesofthoseforgersandfalseswearershadrestedontheprisonerasavictim,becausesomefamilyaffairsinFrance,hebeingofFrenchextraction,didrequirehismakingthosepassagesacrosstheChannel——thoughwhatthoseaffairswere,aconsiderationforotherswhowerenearanddeartohim,forbadhim,evenforhislife,todisclose.Howtheevidencethathadbeenwarpedandwrestedfromtheyounglady,whoseanguishingivingittheyhadwitnessed,cametonothing,involvingthemerelittleinnocentgallantriesandpolitenesseslikelytopassbetweenanyyounggentlemanandyoungladysothrowntogether;——withtheexceptionofthatreferencetoGeorgeWashington,whichwasaltogethertooextravagantandimpossibletoberegardedinanyotherlightthanasamonstrousjoke.Howitwouldbeaweaknessinthegovernmenttobreakdowninthisattempttopractiseforpopularityonthelowestnationalantipathiesandfears,andthereforeMr.Attorney-Generalhadmadethemostofit;how,nevertheless,itresteduponnothing,savethatvileandinfamouscharacterofevidencetoooftendisfiguringsuchcases,andofwhichtheStateTrialsofthiscountrywerefull.But,theremyLordinterposedwithasgraveafaceasifithadnotbeentrue,sayingthathecouldnotsituponthatBenchandsufferthoseallusions.

  Mr.Stryverthencalledhisfewwitnesses,andMr.CruncherhadnexttoattendwhileMr.Attorney-GeneralturnedthewholesuitofclothesMr.Stryverhadfittedonthejury,insideout;showinghowBarsadandClywereevenahundredtimesbetterthanhehadthoughtthem,andtheprisonerahundredtimesworse.ly,camemyLordhimselfturningthesuitofclothes,nowinsideout,nowoutsidein,butonthewholedecidedlytrimmingandshapingthemintograve-clothesfortheprisoner.

  Andnow,thejuryturnedtoconsider,andthegreatfliesswarmedagain.

  Mr.Carton,whohadsolongsatlookingattheceilingofthecourt,changedneitherhisplacenorhisattitude,eveninthisexcitement.Whilehislearnedfriend,Mr.Stryver,massinghispapersbeforehim,whisperedwiththosewhosatnear,andfromtimetotimeglancedanxiouslyatthejury;whileallthespectatorsmovedmoreorless,andgroupedthemselvesanew;whileevenmyLordhimselfarosefromhisseat,andslowlypacedupanddownhisplatform,notunattendedbyasuspicioninthemindsoftheaudiencethathisstatewasfeverish;thisonemansatleaningback,withhistorngownhalfoffhim,hisuntidywigputonjustasithadhappenedtolightonhisheadafteritsremoval,hishandsinhispockets,andhiseyesontheceilingastheyhadbeenallday.Somethingespeciallyrecklessinhisdemeanour,notonlygavehimadisreputablelook,butsodiminishedthestrongresemblanceheundoubtedlyboretotheprisonerwhichhismomentaryearnestness,whentheywerecomparedtogether,hadstrengthened,thatmanyofthelookers-on,takingnoteofhimnow,saidtooneanothertheywouldhardlyhavethoughtthetwoweresoalike.Mr.Crunchermadetheobservationtohisnextneighbour,andadded,`I\'dholdhalfaguineathathedon\'tgetnolaw-worktodo.Don\'tlooklikethesortofonetogetany,dohe?\'

  Yet,thisMr.Cartontookinmoreofthedetailsofthescenethanheappearedtotakein;fornow,whenMissManette\'sheaddroppeduponherfather\'sbreast,hewasthefirsttoseeit,andtosayaudibly:`Officer!looktothatyounglady.Help,thegentlemantotakeherout.Don\'tyouseeshewillfall!\'

  Therewasmuchcommiserationforherasshewasremoved,andmuchsympathywithherfather.Ithadevidentlybeenagreatdistresstohim,tohavethedaysofhisimprisonmentrecalled.Hehadshownstronginternalagitationwhenhewasquestioned,andthatponderingorbroodinglookwhichmadehimold,hadbeenuponhim,likeaheavycloud,eversince.Ashepassedout,thejury,whohadturnedbackandpausedamoment,spoke,throughtheirforeman.

  Theywerenotagreed,andwishedtoretire.MyLordperhapswithGeorgeWashingtononhismindshowedsomesurprisethattheywerenotagreed,butsignifiedhispleasurethattheyshouldretireunderwatchandward,andretiredhimself.Thetrialhadlastedallday,andthelampsinthecourtwerenowbeinglighted.Itbegantoberumouredthatthejurywouldbeoutalongwhile.Thespectatorsdroppedofftogetrefreshment,andtheprisonerwithdrewtothebackofthedock,andsatdown.

  Mr.Larry,whohadgoneoutwhentheyoungladyandherfatherwentout,nowreappeared,andbeckonedtoJerry:who,intheslackenedinterest,couldeasilygetnearhim.

  `Jerry,ifyouwishtotakesomethingtoeat,youcan.But,keepintheway.Youwillbesuretohearwhenthejurycomein.Don\'tbeamomentbehindthem,forIwantyoutotaketheverdictbacktothebank.YouarethequickestmessengerIknow,andwillgettoTempleBarlongbeforeIcan.\'

  Jerryhadjustenoughforeheadtoknuckle,andheknuckledinacknowledgmentofthiscommunicationandashilling.

  Mr.Cartoncameupatthemoment,andtouchedMr.Lorryonthearm.

  `Howistheyounglady?\'

  `Sheisgreatlydistressed;butherfatheriscomfortingher,andshefeelsthebetterforbeingoutofcourt.\'

  `I\'lltelltheprisonerso.Itwon\'tdoforarespectablebankgentlemanlikeyou,tobeseenspeakingtohimpublicly,youknow.\'

  Mr.Lorryreddenedasifhewereconsciousofhavingdebatedthepointinhismind,andMr.Cartonmadehiswaytotheoutsideofthebar.Thewayoutofcourtlayinthatdirection,andJerryfollowedhim,alleyes,ears,andspikes.

  `Mr.Darnay!\'

  Theprisonercameforwarddirectly.

  `Youwillnaturallybeanxioustohearofthewitness,MissManette.Shewilldoverywell.Youhaveseentheworstofheragitation.\'

  `Iamdeeplysorrytohavebeenthecauseofit.Couldyoutellhersoforme,withmyferventacknowledgments?\'

  `Yes,Icould.Iwill,ifyouaskit.\'

  Mr.Carton\'smannerwassocarelessastobealmostinsolent.Hestood,halfturnedfromtheprisoner,loungingwithhiselbowagainstthebar.

  `Idoaskit.Acceptmycordialthanks.\'

  `What,\'saidCarton,stillonlyhalfturnedtowardshim,`doyouexpect,Mr.Darnay?\'

  `Theworst.\'

  `It\'sthewisestthingtoexpect,andthelikeliest.ButIthinktheirwithdrawingisinyourfavour.

  Loiteringonthewayoutofcourtnotbeingallowed,Jerryheardnomore:butleftthem——solikeeachotherinfeature,sounlikeeachotherinmanner——standingsidebyside,bothreflectedintheglassabovethem.

  Anhourandahalflimpedheavilyawayinthethief-and-rascalcrowdedpassagesbelow,eventhoughassistedoffwithmuttonpiesandale.Thehoarsemessenger,uncomfortablyseatedonaformaftertakingthatrefection,haddroppedintoadoze,whenaloudmurmurandarapidtideofpeoplesettingupthestairsthatledtothecourt,carriedhimalongwiththem.

  `Jerry!Jerry!\'Mr.Lorrywasalreadycallingatthedoorwhenhegotthere.

  `Here,sir!It\'safighttogetbackagain.HereIam,sir!\'

  Mr.Lorryhandedhimapaperthroughthethrong.`Quick!Haveyougotit?\'

  `Yes,sir!\'

  Hastilywrittenonthepaperwastheword`ACQUITTED\'.

  `Ifyouhadsentthemessage,\"RecalledtoLife,\"again,mutteredJerry,asheturned,`Ishouldhaveknownwhatyoumeant,thistime.\'

  Hehadnoopportunityofsaying,orsomuchasthinking,anythingelse,untilhewasclearoftheOldBailey;for,thecrowdcamepouringoutwithavehemencethatnearlytookhimoffhislegs,andaloudbuzzsweptintothestreetasifthebaffledblue-fliesweredispersinginsearchofothercarrion.

  CHAPTERIV

  Congratulatory

  FROMthedimly-lightedpassagesofthecourt,thelastsedimentofthehumanstewthathadbeenboilingthereallday,wasstrainingoff,whenDoctorManette,LucieManette,hisdaughter,Mr.Lorry,thesolicitorforthedefence,anditscounsel,Mr.Stryver,stoodgatheredroundMr.CharlesDarnay——justreleased——congratulatinghimonhisescapefromdeath.

  Itwouldhavebeendifficultbyafarbrighterlight,torecogniseinDoctorManette,intellectualoffaceanduprightofbearing,theshoemakerofthegarretinParis.Yet,noonecouldhavelookedathimtwice,withoutlikingagain:eventhoughtheopportunityofobservationhadnotextendedtothemournfulcadenceofhislowgravevoice,andtotheabstractionthatovercloudedhimfitfully,withoutanyapparentreason.Whileoneexternalcause,andthatareferencetohislonglingeringagony,wouldalways——asonthetrial——evokethisconditionfromthedepthsofhissoul,itwasalsoinitsnaturetoariseofitself,andtodrawagloomoverhim,asincomprehensibletothoseunacquaintedwithhisstoryasiftheyhadseentheshadowoftheactualBastillethrownuponhimbyasummersun,whenthesubstancewasthreehundredmilesaway.

  Onlyhisdaughterhadthepowerofcharmingthisblackbroodingfromhismind.ShewasthegoldenthreadthatunitedhimtoaPastbeyondhismisery,andtoaPresentbeyondhismisery:andthesoundofhervoice,thelightofherface,thetouchofherhand,hadastrongbeneficialinfluencewithhimalmostalways.Notabsolutelyalways,forshecouldrecallsomeoccasionsonwhichherpowerhadfailed;buttheywerefewandslight,andshebelievedthemover.

  Mr.Darnayhadkissedherhandferventlyandgratefully,andhadturnedtoMr.Stryver,whomhewarmlythanked.Mr.Stryver,amanoflittlemorethanthirty,butlookingtwentyyearsolderthanhewas,stout,loud,red,bluff,andfreefromanydrawbackofdelicacy,hadapushingwayofshoulderinghimselfmorallyandphysicallyintocompaniesandconversations,thatarguedwellforhisshoulderinghiswayupinlife.

  Hestillhadhiswigandgownon,andhesaid,squaringhimselfathislateclienttothatdegreethathesqueezedtheinnocentMr.Lorrycleanoutofthegroup:`Iamgladtohavebroughtyouoffwithhonour,Mr.Darnay.Itwasaninfamousprosecution,grosslyinfamous;butnotthelesslikelytosucceedonthataccount.

  `Youhavelaidmeunderanobligationtoyouforlife-intwosenses,\'saidhislateclient,takinghishand.

  `Ihavedonemybestforyou,Mr.Darnay;andmybestisasgoodasanotherman\'s,Ibelieve.\'

  Itclearlybeingincumbentonsomeonetosay,`Muchbetter,\'Mr.Lorrysaidit;perhapsnotquitedisinterestedly,butwiththeinterestedobjectofsqueezinghimselfbackagain.

  `Youthinkso?\'saidMr.Stryver.`Well!youhavebeenpresentallday,,andyououghttoknow.Youareamanofbusiness,too.

  `Andassuch,\'quothMr.Larry,whomthecounsellearnedinthelawhadnowshoulderedbackintothegroup,justashehadpreviouslyshoulderedhimoutofit——`assuchIwillappealtoDoctorManette,tobreakupthisconferenceandorderusalltoourhomes.MissLucielooksill,Mr.Darnayhashadaterribleday,wearewornout.\'

  `Speakforyourself,Mr.Lorry,\'saidStryver;`Ihaveanight\'sworktodoyet.Speakforyourself.\'

  `Ispeakformyself,\'answeredMr.Lorry,`andforMr.Darnay,andforMissLucie,and——MissLucie,doyounotthinkImayspeakforusall?\'Heaskedherthequestionpointedly,andwithaglanceatherfather.

  Hisfacehadbecomefrozen,asitwere,inaverycuriouslookatDarnay:anintentlook,deepeningintoafrownofdislikeanddistrust,notevenunmixedwithfear.Withthisstrangeexpressiononhimhisthoughtshadwanderedaway.

  `Myfather,\'saidLucie,softlylayingherhandonhis.

  Heslowlyshooktheshadowoff,andturnedtoher.

  `Shallwegohome,myfather?\'

  Withalongbreath,heanswered`Yes.\'

  Thefriendsoftheacquittedprisonerhaddispersed,undertheimpressionwhichhehimselfhadoriginated——thathewouldnotbereleasedthatnight.Thelightswerenearlyallextinguishedinthepassages,theirongateswerebeingclosedwithajarandarattle,andthedismalplacewasdeserteduntilto-morrowmorning\'sinterestofgallows,pillory,whipping-post,andbranding-iron,shouldre-peopleit.WalkingbetweenherfatherandMr.Darnay,LucieManettepassedintotheopenair.Ahackney-coachwascalled,andthefatheranddaughterdepartedinit.

  Mr.Stryverhadlefttheminthepassages,toshoulderhiswaybacktotherobing-room.Anotherperson,whohadnotjoinedthegroup,orinterchangedawordwithanyoneofthem,butwhohadbeenleaningagainstthewallwhereitsshadowwasdarkest,hadsilentlystrolledoutaftertherest,andhadlookedonuntilthecoachdroveaway.HenowsteppeduptowhereMr.LorryandMr.Darnaystooduponthepavement.

  `So,Mr.Lorry!MenofbusinessmayspeaktoMr.Darnaynow?\'

  NobodyhadmadeanyacknowledgmentofMr.Carton\'spartintheday\'sproceedings;nobodyhadknownofit.Hewasunrobed,andwasnonethebetterforitinappearance.

  `Ifyouknewwhataconflictgoesoninthebusinessmind,whenthebusinessmindisdividedbetweengood-naturedimpulseandbusinessappearances,youwouldbeamused,Mr.Darnay.\'

  Mr.Lorryreddened,andsaid,warmly,`Youhavementionedthatbefore,sir.Wemenofbusiness,whoserveaHouse,arenotourownmasters.WehavetothinkoftheHousemorethanourselves.\'

  `Iknow,Iknow,\'rejoinedMr.Carton,carelessly.`Don\'tbenettled,Mr.Lorry.Youareasgoodasanother,Ihavenodoubt:better,Idaresay.\'

  `Andindeed,sir,\'pursuedMr.Lorry,notmindinghim,`Ireallydon\'tknowwhatyouhavetodowiththematter.Ifyou\'llexcuseme,asverymuchyourcider,forsayingso,Ireallydon\'tknowthatitisyourbusiness.\'

  `Business!Blessyou,Ihavenobusiness,\'saidMr.Carton.`Itisapityyouhavenot,sir.\'

  `Ithinkso,too.\'

  `Ifyouhad,\'pursuedMr.Lorry,`perhapsyouwouldattendtoit.\'

  `Lordloveyou,no!——Ishouldn\'t,\'saidMr.Carton.

  `Well,sir!\'criedMr.Lorry,thoroughlyheatedbyhisindifference,`businessisaverygoodthing,andaveryrespectablething.And,sir,ifbusinessimposesitsrestraintsanditssilencesandimpediments,Mr.Darnayasayounggentlemanofgenerosityknowshowtomakeallowanceforthatcircumstance.Mr.Darnay,good-night,Godblessyou,sir!Ihopeyouhavebeenthisdaypreservedforaprosperousandhappylife——Chairthere!\'

  Perhaps\'alittleangrywithhimselfaswellaswiththebarrister,Mr.Lorryhustledintothechair,andwascarriedofftoTellson\'s.Carton,whosmeltofportwine,anddidnotappeartobequitesober,laughedthen,andturnedtoDarnay:

  `Thisisastrangechancethatthrowsyouandmetogether.Thismustbeastrangenighttoyou,standingaloneherewithyourcounterpartonthesestreetstones?\'

  `Ihardlyseemyet,\'returnedCharlesDarnay,`tobelongtothisworldagain.\'

  `Idon\'twonderatit;it\'snotsolongsinceyouwereprettyfaradvancedonyourwaytoanother.Youspeakfaintly.\'

  `IbegintothinkIamfaint.\'

  `Thenwhythedevildon\'tyoudine?Idined,myselfwhilethosenumskullsweredeliberatingwhichworldyoushouldbelongto——this,orsomeother.Letmeshowyouthenearesttaverntodinewellat.\'

  Drawinghisarmthroughhisown,hetookhimdownLudgate-hilltoFleet-street,andso,upacoveredway,intoatavern.Here,theywereshownintoalittleroom,whereCharlesDarnaywassoonrecruitinghisstrengthwithagoodplaindinnerandgoodwine:whileCartonsatoppositetohimatthesametable,withhisseparatebottleofportbeforehim,andhisfullyhalf-insolentmanneruponhim.

  `Doyoufeel,yet,thatyoubelongtothisterrestrialschemeagain,Mr.Darnay?\'

  `Iamfrightfullyconfusedregardingtimeand\'place;butIamsofarmendedastofeelthat.\'

  `Itmustbeanimmensesatisfaction!\'

  Hesaiditbitterly,andfilleduphisglassagain:whichwasalargeone.

  `Astome,thegreatestdesireIhave,istoforgetthatIbelongtoit.Ithasnogoodinitforme——exceptwinelikethis——norIforit.Sowearenotmuchalikeinthatparticular.Indeed,Ibegintothinkwearenotmuchalikeinanyparticular,youandI.\'

  Confusedbytheemotionoftheday,andfeelinghisbeingtherewiththisDoubleofcoarsedeportment,tobelikeadream,CharlesDarnaywasatalosshowtoanswer;finally,answerednotatall.

  `Nowyourdinnerisdone,\'Cartonpresentlysaid,`whydon\'tyoucallahealth,Mr.Darnay;whydon\'tyougiveyourtoast?\'

  `Whathealth?Whattoast?\'

  `Why,it\'sonthetipofyourtongue.Itoughttobe,itmustbe,I\'llswearit\'sthere.

  `MissManette,then!\'

  `MissManette,then!\'

  Lookinghiscompanionfullinthefacewhilehedrankthetoast,Cartonflunghisglassoverhisshoulderagainstthewall,whereitshiveredtopieces;then,rangthebell,andorderedinanother.

  `That\'safairyoungladytohandtoacoachinthedark,Mr.Darnay!\'hesaid,fillinghisnewgoblet.

  Aslightfrownandalaconic`Yes,\'weretheanswer.

  `That\'safairyoungladytobepitiedbyandweptforby!Howdoesitfeel?Isitworthbeingtriedforone\'slife,tobetheobjectofsuchsympathyandcompassion,Mr.Darnay?\'

  AgainDarnayanswerednotaword.

  `Shewasmightilypleasedtohaveyourmessage,whenIgaveither.Notthatsheshowedshewaspleased,butIsupposeshewas.\'

  TheallusionservedasatimelyremindertoDarnaythatthisdisagreeablecompanionhad,ofhisownfreewill,assistedhiminthestraitoftheday.Heturnedthedialoguetothatpoint,andthankedhimforit.

  `Ineitherwantanythanks,normeritany,\'wasthecarelessrejoinder.`Itwasnothingtodo,inthefirstplace;andIdon\'tknowwhyIdidit,inthesecond.Mr.Darnay,let\'measkyouaquestion.\'

  `Willingly,andasmallreturnforyourgoodoffices.\'

  `DoyouthinkIparticularlylikeyou?\'

  `Really,Mr.Carton,\'returnedtheother,oddlydisconcerted,`Ihavenotaskedmyselfthequestion.\'

  `Butaskyourselfthequestionnow.\'

  `Youhaveactedasifyoudo;butIdon\'tthinkyoudo.\'

  `1don\'tthinkIdo,\'saidCarton.`Ibegintohaveaverygoodopinionofyourunderstanding.\'

  `Nevertheless,\'pursuedDarnay,risingtoringthebell,`thereisnothinginthat,Ihope,topreventmycallingthereckoning,andourpartingwithoutill-bloodoneitherside.\'

  Cartonrejoining,`Nothinginlife!\'Darnayrang.`Doyoucallthewholereckoning?\'saidCarton.Onhisansweringintheaffirmative,`Thenbringmeanotherpintofthissamewine,drawer,andcomeandwakemeatten.\'

  Thebillbeingpaid,CharlesDarnayroseandwishedhimgood-night.Withoutreturningthewish,Cartonrosetoo,withsomethingofathreatofdefianceinhismanner,andsaid,`Alastword,Mr.Darnay:youthinkIamdrunk?\'

  `Ithinkyouhavebeendrinking,Mr.Carton.\'

  `Think?YouknowIhavebeendrinking.\'

  `SinceImustsayso,Iknowit.\'

  `Thenyoushalllikewiseknowwhy.Iamadisappointeddrudge,sir.Icarefornomanonearth,andnomanonearthcaresforme.\'

  `Muchtoberegretted.Youmighthaveusedyourtalentsbetter.\'

  `Maybeso,Mr.Darnay;maybenot.Don\'tletyoursoberfaceelateyou,however;youdon\'tknowwhatitmaycometo.Good-night!\'

  Whenhewasleftalone,thisstrangebeingtookupacandle,wenttoaglassthathungagainstthewall,andsurveyedhimselfminutelyinit.

  `Doyouparticularlyliketheman?\'hemuttered,athisownimage;`whyshouldyouparticularlylikeamanwhoresemblesyou?Thereisnothinginyoutolike;youknowthat.Ah,confoundyou!Whatachangeyouhavemadeinyourself!Agoodreasonfortakingtoaman,thatheshowsyouwhatyouhavefallenawayfrom,andwhatyoumighthavebeen!Changeplaceswithhim,andwouldyouhavebeenlookedatbythoseblueeyesashewas,andcommiseratedbythatagitatedfaceashewas?Comeon,andhaveitoutinplainwords!Youhatethefellow.\'

  Heresortedtohispintofwineforconsolation,drankitallinafewminutes,andfellasleeponhisarms,withhishairstragglingoverthetable,andalongwinding-sheetinthecandledrippingdownuponhim.

  CHAPTERV

  TheJackal

  THOSEweredrinkingdays,andmootmendrankhard.SoverygreatistheimprovementTimehasbroughtaboutinsuchhabits,thatamoderatestatementofthequantityofwineandpunchwhichonemanwouldswallowinthecourseofanight,withoutanydetrimenttohisreputationasaperfectgentleman,wouldseem,inthesedays,aridiculousexaggeration.ThelearnedprofessionofthelawwascertainlynotbehindanyotherlearnedprofessioninitsBacchanalianPropensities;neitherwasMr.Stryver,alreadyfastshoulderinghiswaytoalargeandlucrativepractice,behindhiscompeersinthisparticular,anymorethaninthedrierpartsofthelegalrace.

  AfavouriteattheOldBailey,andekeattheSessions,Mr.Stryverhadbeguncautiouslytohewawaythelowerstavesoftheladderonwhichhemounted.SessionsandOldBaileyhadnowtosummontheirfavourite,specially,totheirlongingarms;andshoulderingitselftowardsthevisageoftheLordChiefJusticeintheCourtofKing\'sBench,thefloridcountenanceofMr.Stryvermightbedailyseen,burstingoutofthebedofwigs,likeagreatsunflowerpushingitswayatthesunfromamongarankgardenfullofflaringcompanions.

  adoncebeennotedattheBar,thatwhileMr.Stryverwasaglibman,andanunscrupulous,andaready,andabold,hehadnotthatfacultyofextractingtheessencefromaheapofstatements,whichisamongthemoststrikingandnecessaryoftheadvocate\'saccomplishments.Butaremarkableimprovementcameuponhimastothis.Themorebusinesshegot,thegreaterhispowerseemedtogrowofgettingatitspithandmarrow;andhoweverlateatnighthesatcarousingwithSydneyCarton,healwayshadhispointsathisfingers\'endsinthemorning.

  SydneyCarton,idlestandmostunpromisingofmen,wasStryver\'sgreatally.Whatthetwodranktogether,betweenHilaryTermandMichaelmas,mighthavefloatedaking\'sship.Stryverneverhadacaseinhand,anywhere,butCartonwasthere,withhishandsinhispockets,staringattheceilingofthecourt;theywentthesameCircuit,andeventheretheyprolongedtheirusualorgieslateintothenight,andCartonwasrumouredtobeseenatbroadday,goinghomestealthilyandunsteadilytohislodgings,likeadissipatedcat.Atlast,itbegantogetabout,amongsuchaswereinterestedinthematter,thatalthoughSydneyCartonwouldneverbealion,hewasanamazinglygoodjackal,andthatherenderedsuitandservicetoStryverinthathumblecapacity.

  `Teno\'clock,sir,\'saidthemanatthetavern,whomhehadchargedtowakehim——\'teno\'clock,sir.\'

  `What\'sthematter?\'

  `Teno\'clock,sir.\'

  `Whatdoyoumean?Teno\'clockatnight?\'

  `Yes,sir.Yourhonourtoldmetocallyou.\'

  `Oh!Iremember.Verywell,verywell.\'

  Afterafewdulleffortstogettosleepagain,whichthemandexterouslycombatedbystirringthefirecontinuouslyforfiveminutes,hegotup,tossedhishaton,andwalkedout.HeturnedintotheTemple,and,havingrevivedhimselfbytwicepacingthepavementsofKing\'sBench-walkandPaper-buildings,turnedintotheStryverchambers.

  TheStryverclerk,whoneverassistedattheseconferences,hadgonehome,andtheStryverprincipalopenedthedoor.Hehadhisslipperson,andaloosebed-gown,andhisthroatwasbareforhisgreaterease.Hehadthatratherwild,strained,searedmarkingabouttheeyes,whichmaybeobservedinallfreeliversofhisclass,fromtheportraitofJeffriesdownward,andwhichcanbetraced,undervariousdisguisesofArt,throughtheportraitsofeveryDrinkingAge.

  `Youarealittlelate,Memory,\'saidStryver.

  `Abouttheusualtime;itmaybeaquarterofanhourlater.\'

  Theywentintoadingyroomlinedwithbooksandlitteredwithpapers,wheretherewasablazingfire.Akettlesteameduponthehob,andinthemidstofthewreckofpapersatableshone,withplentyofwineuponit,andbrandy,andrum,andsugar,andlemons.

  `Youhavehadyourbottle,Iperceive,Sydney.\'

  `Twoto-night,Ithink.Ihavebeendiningwiththeday\'sclient;orseeinghimdine——it\'sallone!\'

  `Thatwasararepoint,Sydney,thatyoubroughttobearupontheidentification.Howdidyoucomebyit?Whendiditstrikeyou?\'

  `Ithoughthewasratherahandsomefellow,andIthoughtIshouldhavebeenmuchthesamesortoffellow,ifIhadhadanyluck.\'

  Mr.Stryverlaughedtillheshookhisprecociouspaunch.

  `Youandyourluck,Sydney!Gettowork,gettowork.\'Sullenlyenough,thejackalloosenedhisdress,wentintoanadjoiningroom,andcamebackwithalargejugofcoldwater,abasin,andatowelortwo.Steepingthetowelsinthewater,andpartiallywringingthemout,hefoldedthemonhisheadinamannerhideoustobehold,satdownatthetable,andsaid,`NowIamready!\'

  `Notmuchboilingdowntobedoneto-night,Memory,\'saidMr.Stryver,gaily,ashelookedamonghispapers.

  `Howmuch?\'

  `Onlytwosetsofthem.\'

  `Givemetheworstfirst.\'

  `Theretheyare,Sydney.Fireaway!\'

  Thelionthencomposedhimselfonhisbackonasofaononesideofthedrinking-table,whilethejackalsatathisownPaperbestrewntableproper,ontheothersideofit,withthebottlesandglassesreadytohishand.Bothresortedtothedrinking-tablewithoutstint,buteachinadifferentway;thelionforthemostpartrecliningwithhishandsinhiswaistband,lookingatthefire,oroccasionallyflirtingwithsomelighterdocument;thejackal,withknittedbrowsandintentface,sodeepinhistask,thathiseyesdidnotevenfollowthehandhestretchedoutforhisglass——whichoftengropedabout,foraminuteormore,beforeitfoundtheglassforhislips.Twoorthreetimes,thematterinhandbecamesoknotty,thatthejackalfounditimperativeonhimtogetup,andsteephistowelsanew.Fromthesepilgrimagestothejugandbasin,hereturnedwithsucheccentricitiesofdampheadgearasnowordscandescribe;whichweremadethemoreludicrousbyhisanxiousgravity.

  Atlengththejackalhadgottogetheracompactrepastforthelion,andproceededtoofferittohim.Theliontookitwithcareandcaution,madehisselectionsfromit,andhisremarksuponit,andthejackalassistedboth.Whentherepastwasfullydiscussed,thelionputhishandsinhiswaistbandagain,andlaydowntomeditate.Thejackaltheninvigoratedhimselfwithabumperforhisthrottle,andafreshapplicationtohishead,andappliedhimselftothecollectionofasecondmeal;thiswasadministeredtothelioninthesamemanner,andwasnotdisposedofuntiltheclocksstruckthreeinthemorning.

  `Andnowwehavedone,Sydney,fillabumperofpunch,\'saidMr.Stryver.

  Thejackalremovedthetowelsfromhishead,whichhadbeensteamingagain,shookhimself,yawned,shivered,andcomplied.

  `Youwereverysound,Sydney,inthematterofthosecrownwitnessesto-day.Everyquestiontold.\'

  `Ialwaysamsound;amInot?\'

  `Idon\'tgainsayit.Whathasroughen\'edyourtemper?Putsomepunchtoitandsmoothitagain.

  Withadeprecatorygrunt,thejackalagaincomplied.

  `TheoldSydneyCartonofoldShrewsburySchool,\'saidStryver,noddinghisheadoverhimashereviewedhiminthepresentandthepast,`theoldseesawSydney.Uponeminuteanddownthenext;nowinspiritsandnowindespondency!\'

  `Ah!\'returnedtheother,sighing:`yes!ThesameSydney,withthesameluck.Eventhen,Ididexercisesforotherboys,andseldomdidmyown.\'

  `Andwhynot?\'`Godknows.Itwasmyway,Isuppose.\'

  Hesat,withhishandsinhispocketsandhislegsstretchedoutbeforehim,lookingatthefire.

  `Carton,\'saidhisfriend,squaringhimselfathimwithabullyingair,asifthefire-gratehadbeenthefurnaceinwhichsustainedendeavourwasforged,andtheonedelicatethingtobedonefortheoldSydneyCartonofoldShrewsburySchoolwastoshoulderhimintoit,`yourwayis,andalwayswas,alameway.Yousummonnoenergyandpurpose.Lookatme.

  `Oh,botheration!\'returnedSydney,withalighterandmoregood-humouredlaugh,`don\'t*youbemoral!\'

  `HowhaveIdonewhatIhavedone?\'saidStryver;`howdoIdowhatIdo?\'

  `Partlythroughpayingmetohelpyou,Isuppose.Butit\'snotworthyourwhiletoapostrophiseme,ortheair,aboutit;whatyouwanttodo,youdo.Youwerealwaysinthefrontrank,andIwasalwaysbehind.\'

  `Ihadtogetintothefrontrank;Iwasnotbornthere,wasI?\'

  `Iwasnotpresentattheceremony;butmyopinionisyouwere,\'saidCarton.Atthis,helaughedagain,andtheybothlaughed.

  `BeforeShrewsbury,andatShrewsbury,andeversinceShrewsbury,\'pursuedCarton,`youhavefallenintoyourrank,andIhavefallenintomine.EvenwhenwewerefellowstudentsintheStudent-QuarterofParis,pickingupFrench,andFrenchlaw,andotherFrenchcrumbsthatwedidn\'tgetmuchgoodof,youwerealwayssomewhere,andIwasalways——nowhere.\'

  `Andwhosefaultwasthat?\'

  `Uponmysoul,Iamnotsurethatitwasnotyours.Youwerealwaysdrivingandrivingandshoulderingandpressing,tothatrestlessdegreethatIhadnochanceformylifebutinrustandrepose.It\'sagloomything,however,totalkaboutone\'sOwnpast,withthedaybreaking.TurnmeinsomeotherdirectionbeforeIgo.\'

  `Wellthen!Pledgemetotheprettywitness,\'saidStryver,holdinguphisglass.`Areyouturnedinapleasantdirection?\'

  Apparentlynot,forhebecamegloomyagain.

  `Prettywitness,\'hemuttered,lookingdownintohisglass.`Ihavehadenoughofwitnessesto-dayandto-night;who\'syourprettywitness?\'

  `Thepicturesquedoctor\'sdaughter,MissManette.\'

  `Shepretty?\'

  `Isshenot?\'

  `No.\'

  `Why,manalive,shewastheadmirationofthewholeCourt!\'

  `RottheadmirationofthewholeCourt!WhomadetheOldBaileyajudgeofbeauty?Shewasagolden-haireddoll!\'

  `Doyouknow,Sydney,\'saidMr.Stryver,lookingathimwithsharpeyes,andslowlydrawingahandacrosshisfloridface:`doyouknow,Iratherthought,atthetime,thatyousympathisedwiththegolden-haireddoll,andwerequicktoseewhat=happenedtothegolden-haireddoll?\'

  `Quicktoseewhathappened!Ifagirl,dollornodoll,swoonswithinayardortwoofaman\'snose,hecanseeitwithoutaperspective-glass.Ipledgeyou,butIdenythebeauty.AndnowI\'llhavenomoredrink;I\'llgettobed.\'

  Whenhishostfollowedhimoutonthestaircasewithacandle,tolighthimdownthestairs,thedaywascoldlylookinginthroughitsgrimywindows.Whenhegotoutofthehouse,theairwascoldandsad,thedullskyovercast,theriverdarkanddim,thewholescenelikealifelessdesert.Andwreathsofdustwerespinningroundandroundbeforethemorningblast,asifthedesert-sandhadrisenfaraway,andthefirstsprayofitinitsadvancehadbeguntooverwhelmthecity.

  Wasteforceswithinhim,andadesert\'allaround,thismanstoodstillonhiswayacrossasilentterrace,andsawforamoment,lyinginthewildernessbeforehim,amirageofhonourableambition,self-denial,andperseverance.Inthefaircityofthisvision,therewereairygalleriesfromwhichthelovesandgraceslookeduponhim,gardensinwhichthefruitsoflifehungripening,watersofHopethatsparkledinhissight.Amoment,anditwasgone.Climbingtoahighchamberinawellofhouses,hethrewhimselfdowninhisclothesonaneglectedbed,anditspillowwaswetwithwastedtears.

  Sadly,sadly,thesunrose;itroseuponnosaddersightthanthemanofgoodabilitiesandgoodemotions,incapableoftheirdirectedexercise,incapableofhisownhelpandhisownhappiness,sensibleoftheblightonhim,andresigninghim-selftoletitcathimaway.

  CHAPTERVI

  HundredsofPeople

  THEquietlodgingsofDoctorManettewereinaquietstreet-cornernotfarfromSoho-square.OntheafternoonofacertainfineSundaywhenthewavesoffourmonthshadrolledoverthetrialfortreason,andcarriedit,astothepublicinterestandmemory,farouttosea,Mr.JarvisLorrywalkedalongthesunnystreetsfromClerkenwellwherehelived,onhiswaytodinewiththeDoctor.Afterseveralrelapsesintobusiness-absorption,Mr.LorryhadbecometheDoctor\'sfriend,andthequietstreet-cornerwasthesunnypartofhislife.

  OnthiscertainfineSunday,Mr.LorrywalkedtowardsSoho,earlyintheafternoon,forthreereasonsofhabit.Firstly,because,onfineSundays,heoftenwalkedout,beforedinner,withtheDoctorandLucie;secondly,because,onunfavourableSundays,hewasaccustomedtobewiththemasthefamilyfriend,talking,reading,lookingoutofwindow,andgenerallygettingthroughtheday;thirdly,becausehehappenedtohavehisownlittleshrewddoubtstosolve,andknewhowthewaysoftheDoctor\'shouseholdpointedtothattimeasalikelytimeforsolvingthem.

  AquaintercornerthanthecornerwheretheDoctorlived,wasnottobefoundinLondon.Therewasnowaythroughit,andthefrontwindowsoftheDoctor\'slodgingscommandedapleasantlittlevistaofstreetthathadacongenialairofretirementonit.Therewerefewbuildingsthen,northoftheOxford-road,andforest-treesflourished,andwildflowersgrew,andthehawthornblossomed,inthenowvanishedfields.Asaconsequence,countryairscirculatedinSohowithvigorousfreedom,insteadoflanguishingintotheparishlikestraypauperswithoutasettlement;andtherewasmanyagoodsouthwall,notfaroff,onwhichthepeachesripenedintheirseason.

  Thesummerlightstruckintothecornerbrilliantlyintheearlierpartoftheday;but,whenthestreetsgrewhot,thecornerwasinshadow,thoughnotinshadowsoremotebutthatyoucouldseebeyonditintoaglareofbrightness.Itwasacoolspot,staidbutcheerful,awonderfulplaceforechoes,andaveryharbourfromtheragingstreets.

  Thereoughttohavebeenatranquilbarkinsuchananchorage,andtherewas.TheDoctoroccupiedtwofloorsofalargestillhouse,whereseveralcallingspurportedtobepursuedbyday,butwhereoflittlewasaudibleanyday,andwhichwasshunnedbyallofthematnight.Inabuildingattheback,attainablebyacourt-yard\'whereaplane-treerustleditsgreenleaves,church-organsclaimedtobemade,andsilvertobechased,andlikewisegoldtobebeatenbysomemysteriousgiantwhohadagoldenarmstartingoutofthewallofthefronthall——asifhehadbeatenhimselfprecious,andmenacedasimilarconversionofallvisitors.Verylittleofthesetrades,orofalonelylodgerrumouredtoliveup-stairs,orofadimcoach-trimmingmakerassertedtohaveacounting-housebelow,waseverheardorseen.Occasionally,astrayworkmanputtinghiscoaton,traversedthehall,orastrangerpeeredaboutthere,oradistantclinkwasheardacrossthecourt-yard,orathumpfromthegoldengiant.These,how-ever,wereonlytheexceptionsrequiredtoprovetherulethatthesparrowsintheplane-treebehindthehouse,andtheechoesinthecornerbeforeit,hadtheirownwayfromSundaymorninguntoSaturdaynight.

  DoctorManettereceivedsuchpatientshereashisoldreputation,anditsrevivalinthefloatingwhispersofhisstory,broughthim.Hisscientificknowledge,andhisvigilanceandskillinconductingingeniousexperiments,broughthimother-wiseintomoderaterequest,andheearneda,muchashewanted.

  ThesethingswerewithinMr.JarvisLorry\'sknowledge,thoughts,andnotice,whenherangthedoor-bellofthetranquilhouseinthecorner,onthefineSundayafternoon.

  `DoctorManetteathome?\'

  Expectedhome.

  `MissLucieathome?\'

  Expectedhome.

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