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1A singular circumstance then arose in the case. The object in hand being to show that the prisoner went down, with some
2fellow-plotter untracked, in the Dover mail on that Friday night in November five years ago, and got out of the mail in
3the night, as a blind, at a place where he did not remain, but from which he travelled back some dozen miles or more, to
4a garrison and dockyard, and there collected information; a witness was called to identify him as having been at the
5precise time required, in the coffee-room of an hotel in that garrison-and-dockyard town, waiting for another person.
6The prisoner's counsel was cross-examining this witness with no result, except that he had never seen the prisoner on
7any other occasion, when the wigged gentleman who had all this time been looking at the ceiling of the court, wrote a
8word or two on a little piece of paper, screwed it up, and tossed it to him. Opening this piece of paper in the next
9pause, the counsel looked with great attention and curiosity at the prisoner. "You say again you are quite sure that it
10was the prisoner?" The witness was quite sure. "Did you ever see anybody very like the prisoner?" Not so like (the
11witness said) as that he could be mistaken. "Look well upon that gentleman, my learned friend there," pointing to him
12who had tossed the paper over, "and then look well upon the prisoner. How say you? Are they very like each other?"
13Allowing for my learned friend's appearance being careless and slovenly if not debauched, they were sufficiently like
14each other to surprise, not only the witness, but everybody present, when they were thus brought into comparison. My
15Lord being prayed to bid my learned friend lay aside his wig, and giving no very gracious consent, the likeness became
16much more remarkable. My Lord inquired of Mr. Stryver (the prisoner's counsel), whether they were next to try Mr. Carton
17(name of my learned friend) for treason? But, Mr. Stryver replied to my Lord, no; but he would ask the witness to tell
18him whether what happened once, might happen twice; whether he would have been so confident if he had seen this
19illustration of his rashness sooner, whether he would be so confident, having seen it; and more. The upshot of which,
20was, to smash this witness like a crockery vessel, and shiver his part of the case to useless lumber. Mr. Cruncher had
21by this time taken quite a lunch of rust off his fingers in his following of the evidence. He had now to attend while
22Mr. Stryver fitted the prisoner's case on the jury, like a compact suit of clothes; showing them how the patriot,
23Barsad, was a hired spy and traitor, an unblushing trafficker in blood, and one of the greatest scoundrels upon earth
24since accursed Judas--which he certainly did look rather like. How the virtuous servant, Cly, was his friend and
25partner, and was worthy to be; how the watchful eyes of those forgers and false swearers had rested on the prisoner as a
26victim, because some family affairs in France, he being of French extraction, did require his making those passages
27across the Channel--though what those affairs were, a consideration for others who were near and dear to him, forbade
28him, even for his life, to disclose. How the evidence that had been warped and wrested from the young lady, whose
29anguish in giving it they had witnessed, came to nothing, involving the mere little innocent gallantries and
30politenesses likely to pass between any young gentleman and young lady so thrown together;--with the exception of that
31reference to George Washington, which was altogether too extravagant and impossible to be regarded in any other light
32than as a monstrous joke. How it would be a weakness in the government to break down in this attempt to practise for
33popularity on the lowest national antipathies and fears, and therefore Mr. Attorney-General had made the most of it;
34how, nevertheless, it rested upon nothing, save that vile and infamous character of evidence too often disfiguring such
35cases, and of which the State Trials of this country were full. But, there my Lord interposed (with as grave a face as
36if it had not been true), saying that he could not sit upon that Bench and suffer those allusions. Mr. Stryver then
37called his few witnesses, and Mr. Cruncher had next to attend while Mr. Attorney-General turned the whole suit of
38clothes Mr. Stryver had fitted on the jury, inside out; showing how Barsad and Cly were even a hundred times better than
39he had thought them, and the prisoner a hundred times worse. Lastly, came my Lord himself, turning the suit of clothes,
40now inside out, now outside in, but on the whole decidedly trimming and shaping them into grave-clothes for the
41prisoner. And now, the jury turned to consider, and the great flies swarmed again. Mr. Carton, who had so long sat
42looking at the ceiling of the court, changed neither his place nor his attitude, even in this excitement. While his
43learned friend, Mr. Stryver, massing his papers before him, whispered with those who sat near, and from time to time
44glanced anxiously at the jury; while all the spectators moved more or less, and grouped themselves anew; while even my
45Lord himself arose from his seat, and slowly paced up and down his platform, not unattended by a suspicion in the minds
46of the audience that his state was feverish; this one man sat leaning back, with his torn gown half off him, his untidy
47wig put on just as it had happened to light on his head after its removal, his hands in his pockets, and his eyes on the
48ceiling as they had been all day. Something especially reckless in his demeanour, not only gave him a disreputable look,
49but so diminished the strong resemblance he undoubtedly bore to the prisoner (which his momentary earnestness, when they
50were compared together, had strengthened), that many of the lookers-on, taking note of him now, said to one another they
51would hardly have thought the two were so alike. Mr. Cruncher made the observation to his next neighbour, and added,
52"I'd hold half a guinea that he don't get no law-work to do. Don't look like the sort of one to get any, do he?" Yet,
53this Mr. Carton took in more of the details of the scene than he appeared to take in; for now, when Miss Manette's head
54dropped upon her father's breast, he was the first to see it, and to say audibly: "Officer! look to that young lady.
55Help the gentleman to take her out. Don't you see she will fall!" There was much commiseration for her as she was
56removed, and much sympathy with her father. It had evidently been a great distress to him, to have the days of his
57imprisonment recalled. He had shown strong internal agitation when he was questioned, and that pondering or brooding
58look which made him old, had been upon him, like a heavy cloud, ever since. As he passed out, the jury, who had turned
59back and paused a moment, spoke, through their foreman. They were not agreed, and wished to retire. My Lord (perhaps
60with George Washington on his mind) showed some surprise that they were not agreed, but signified his pleasure that they
61should retire under watch and ward, and retired himself. The trial had lasted all day, and the lamps in the court were
62now being lighted. It began to be rumoured that the jury would be out a long while. The spectators dropped off to get
63refreshment, and the prisoner withdrew to the back of the dock, and sat down. Mr. Lorry, who had gone out when the young
64lady and her father went out, now reappeared, and beckoned to Jerry: who, in the slackened interest, could easily get
65near him. "Jerry, if you wish to take something to eat, you can. But, keep in the way. You will be sure to hear when the
66jury come in. Don't be a moment behind them, for I want you to take the verdict back to the bank. You are the quickest
67messenger I know, and will get to Temple Bar long before I can." Jerry had just enough forehead to knuckle, and he
68knuckled it in acknowledgment of this communication and a shilling. Mr. Carton came up at the moment, and touched Mr.
69Lorry on the arm. "How is the young lady?" "She is greatly distressed; but her father is comforting her, and she feels
70the better for being out of court." "I'll tell the prisoner so. It won't do for a respectable bank gentleman like you,
71to be seen speaking to him publicly, you know."
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