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1Congratulatory From the dimly-lighted passages of the court, the last sediment of the human stew that had been boiling
2there all day, was straining off, when Doctor Manette, Lucie Manette, his daughter, Mr. Lorry, the solicitor for the
3defence, and its counsel, Mr. Stryver, stood gathered round Mr. Charles Darnay--just released--congratulating him on his
4escape from death. It would have been difficult by a far brighter light, to recognise in Doctor Manette, intellectual of
5face and upright of bearing, the shoemaker of the garret in Paris. Yet, no one could have looked at him twice, without
6looking again: even though the opportunity of observation had not extended to the mournful cadence of his low grave
7voice, and to the abstraction that overclouded him fitfully, without any apparent reason. While one external cause, and
8that a reference to his long lingering agony, would always--as on the trial--evoke this condition from the depths of his
9soul, it was also in its nature to arise of itself, and to draw a gloom over him, as incomprehensible to those
10unacquainted with his story as if they had seen the shadow of the actual Bastille thrown upon him by a summer sun, when
11the substance was three hundred miles away. Only his daughter had the power of charming this black brooding from his
12mind. She was the golden thread that united him to a Past beyond his misery, and to a Present beyond his misery: and the
13sound of her voice, the light of her face, the touch of her hand, had a strong beneficial influence with him almost
14always. Not absolutely always, for she could recall some occasions on which her power had failed; but they were few and
15slight, and she believed them over. Mr. Darnay had kissed her hand fervently and gratefully, and had turned to Mr.
16Stryver, whom he warmly thanked. Mr. Stryver, a man of little more than thirty, but looking twenty years older than he
17was, stout, loud, red, bluff, and free from any drawback of delicacy, had a pushing way of shouldering himself (morally
18and physically) into companies and conversations, that argued well for his shouldering his way up in life. He still had
19his wig and gown on, and he said, squaring himself at his late client to that degree that he squeezed the innocent Mr.
20Lorry clean out of the group: "I am glad to have brought you off with honour, Mr. Darnay. It was an infamous
21prosecution, grossly infamous; but not the less likely to succeed on that account." "You have laid me under an
22obligation to you for life--in two senses," said his late client, taking his hand. "I have done my best for you, Mr.
23Darnay; and my best is as good as another man's, I believe." It clearly being incumbent on some one to say, "Much
24better," Mr. Lorry said it; perhaps not quite disinterestedly, but with the interested object of squeezing himself back
25again. "You think so?" said Mr. Stryver. "Well! you have been present all day, and you ought to know. You are a man of
26business, too." "And as such," quoth Mr. Lorry, whom the counsel learned in the law had now shouldered back into the
27group, just as he had previously shouldered him out of it--"as such I will appeal to Doctor Manette, to break up this
28conference and order us all to our homes. Miss Lucie looks ill, Mr. Darnay has had a terrible day, we are worn out."
29"Speak for yourself, Mr. Lorry," said Stryver; "I have a night's work to do yet. Speak for yourself." "I speak for
30myself," answered Mr. Lorry, "and for Mr. Darnay, and for Miss Lucie, and--Miss Lucie, do you not think I may speak for
31us all?" He asked her the question pointedly, and with a glance at her father. His face had become frozen, as it were,
32in a very curious look at Darnay: an intent look, deepening into a frown of dislike and distrust, not even unmixed with
33fear. With this strange expression on him his thoughts had wandered away. "My father," said Lucie, softly laying her
34hand on his. He slowly shook the shadow off, and turned to her. "Shall we go home, my father?" With a long breath, he
35answered "Yes." The friends of the acquitted prisoner had dispersed, under the impression--which he himself had
36originated--that he would not be released that night. The lights were nearly all extinguished in the passages, the iron
37gates were being closed with a jar and a rattle, and the dismal place was deserted until to-morrow morning's interest of
38gallows, pillory, whipping-post, and branding-iron, should repeople it. Walking between her father and Mr. Darnay, Lucie
39Manette passed into the open air. A hackney-coach was called, and the father and daughter departed in it. Mr. Stryver
40had left them in the passages, to shoulder his way back to the robing-room. Another person, who had not joined the
41group, or interchanged a word with any one of them, but who had been leaning against the wall where its shadow was
42darkest, had silently strolled out after the rest, and had looked on until the coach drove away. He now stepped up to
43where Mr. Lorry and Mr. Darnay stood upon the pavement. "So, Mr. Lorry! Men of business may speak to Mr. Darnay now?"
44Nobody had made any acknowledgment of Mr. Carton's part in the day's proceedings; nobody had known of it. He was
45unrobed, and was none the better for it in appearance. "If you knew what a conflict goes on in the business mind, when
46the business mind is divided between good-natured impulse and business appearances, you would be amused, Mr. Darnay."
47Mr. Lorry reddened, and said, warmly, "You have mentioned that before, sir. We men of business, who serve a House, are
48not our own masters. We have to think of the House more than ourselves." "I know, I know," rejoined Mr. Carton,
49carelessly. "Don't be nettled, Mr. Lorry. You are as good as another, I have no doubt: better, I dare say." "And indeed,
50sir," pursued Mr. Lorry, not minding him, "I really don't know what you have to do with the matter. If you'll excuse me,
51as very much your elder, for saying so, I really don't know that it is your business." "Business! Bless you, I have no
52business," said Mr. Carton. "It is a pity you have not, sir." "I think so, too." "If you had," pursued Mr. Lorry,
53"perhaps you would attend to it." "Lord love you, no!--I shouldn't," said Mr. Carton. "Well, sir!" cried Mr. Lorry,
54thoroughly heated by his indifference, "business is a very good thing, and a very respectable thing. And, sir, if
55business imposes its restraints and its silences and impediments, Mr. Darnay as a young gentleman of generosity knows
56how to make allowance for that circumstance. Mr. Darnay, good night, God bless you, sir! I hope you have been this day
57preserved for a prosperous and happy life.--Chair there!" Perhaps a little angry with himself, as well as with the
58barrister, Mr. Lorry bustled into the chair, and was carried off to Tellson's. Carton, who smelt of port wine, and did
59not appear to be quite sober, laughed then, and turned to Darnay: "This is a strange chance that throws you and me
60together. This must be a strange night to you, standing alone here with your counterpart on these street stones?" "I
61hardly seem yet," returned Charles Darnay, "to belong to this world again." "I don't wonder at it; it's not so long
62since you were pretty far advanced on your way to another. You speak faintly." "I begin to think I am faint." "Then why
63the devil don't you dine? I dined, myself, while those numskulls were deliberating which world you should belong
64to--this, or some other. Let me show you the nearest tavern to dine well at." Drawing his arm through his own, he took
65him down Ludgate-hill to Fleet-street, and so, up a covered way, into a tavern. Here, they were shown into a little
66room, where Charles Darnay was soon recruiting his strength with a good plain dinner and good wine: while Carton sat
67opposite to him at the same table, with his separate bottle of port before him, and his fully half-insolent manner upon
68him. "Do you feel, yet, that you belong to this terrestrial scheme again, Mr. Darnay?" "I am frightfully confused
69regarding time and place; but I am so far mended as to feel that." "It must be an immense satisfaction!" He said it
70bitterly, and filled up his glass again: which was a large one.
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