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1This dialogue had taken place at Mr. Lorry's usual desk, with Monseigneur swarming within a yard or two of it, boastful
2of what he would do to avenge himself on the rascal-people before long. It was too much the way of Monseigneur under his
3reverses as a refugee, and it was much too much the way of native British orthodoxy, to talk of this terrible Revolution
4as if it were the only harvest ever known under the skies that had not been sown--as if nothing had ever been done, or
5omitted to be done, that had led to it--as if observers of the wretched millions in France, and of the misused and
6perverted resources that should have made them prosperous, had not seen it inevitably coming, years before, and had not
7in plain words recorded what they saw. Such vapouring, combined with the extravagant plots of Monseigneur for the
8restoration of a state of things that had utterly exhausted itself, and worn out Heaven and earth as well as itself, was
9hard to be endured without some remonstrance by any sane man who knew the truth. And it was such vapouring all about his
10ears, like a troublesome confusion of blood in his own head, added to a latent uneasiness in his mind, which had already
11made Charles Darnay restless, and which still kept him so. Among the talkers, was Stryver, of the King's Bench Bar, far
12on his way to state promotion, and, therefore, loud on the theme: broaching to Monseigneur, his devices for blowing the
13people up and exterminating them from the face of the earth, and doing without them: and for accomplishing many similar
14objects akin in their nature to the abolition of eagles by sprinkling salt on the tails of the race. Him, Darnay heard
15with a particular feeling of objection; and Darnay stood divided between going away that he might hear no more, and
16remaining to interpose his word, when the thing that was to be, went on to shape itself out. The House approached Mr.
17Lorry, and laying a soiled and unopened letter before him, asked if he had yet discovered any traces of the person to
18whom it was addressed? The House laid the letter down so close to Darnay that he saw the direction--the more quickly
19because it was his own right name. The address, turned into English, ran: "Very pressing. To Monsieur heretofore the
20Marquis St. Evrémonde, of France. Confided to the cares of Messrs. Tellson and Co., Bankers, London, England." On the
21marriage morning, Doctor Manette had made it his one urgent and express request to Charles Darnay, that the secret of
22this name should be--unless he, the Doctor, dissolved the obligation--kept inviolate between them. Nobody else knew it
23to be his name; his own wife had no suspicion of the fact; Mr. Lorry could have none. "No," said Mr. Lorry, in reply to
24the House; "I have referred it, I think, to everybody now here, and no one can tell me where this gentleman is to be
25found." The hands of the clock verging upon the hour of closing the Bank, there was a general set of the current of
26talkers past Mr. Lorry's desk. He held the letter out inquiringly; and Monseigneur looked at it, in the person of this
27plotting and indignant refugee; and Monseigneur looked at it in the person of that plotting and indignant refugee; and
28This, That, and The Other, all had something disparaging to say, in French or in English, concerning the Marquis who was
29not to be found. "Nephew, I believe--but in any case degenerate successor--of the polished Marquis who was murdered,"
30said one. "Happy to say, I never knew him." "A craven who abandoned his post," said another--this Monseigneur had been
31got out of Paris, legs uppermost and half suffocated, in a load of hay--"some years ago." "Infected with the new
32doctrines," said a third, eyeing the direction through his glass in passing; "set himself in opposition to the last
33Marquis, abandoned the estates when he inherited them, and left them to the ruffian herd. They will recompense him now,
34I hope, as he deserves." "Hey?" cried the blatant Stryver. "Did he though? Is that the sort of fellow? Let us look at
35his infamous name. D--n the fellow!" Darnay, unable to restrain himself any longer, touched Mr. Stryver on the shoulder,
36and said: "I know the fellow." "Do you, by Jupiter?" said Stryver. "I am sorry for it." "Why?" "Why, Mr. Darnay? D'ye
37hear what he did? Don't ask, why, in these times." "But I do ask why?" "Then I tell you again, Mr. Darnay, I am sorry
38for it. I am sorry to hear you putting any such extraordinary questions. Here is a fellow, who, infected by the most
39pestilent and blasphemous code of devilry that ever was known, abandoned his property to the vilest scum of the earth
40that ever did murder by wholesale, and you ask me why I am sorry that a man who instructs youth knows him? Well, but
41I'll answer you. I am sorry because I believe there is contamination in such a scoundrel. That's why." Mindful of the
42secret, Darnay with great difficulty checked himself, and said: "You may not understand the gentleman." "I understand
43how to put you in a corner, Mr. Darnay," said Bully Stryver, "and I'll do it. If this fellow is a gentleman, I don't
44understand him. You may tell him so, with my compliments. You may also tell him, from me, that after abandoning his
45worldly goods and position to this butcherly mob, I wonder he is not at the head of them. But, no, gentlemen," said
46Stryver, looking all round, and snapping his fingers, "I know something of human nature, and I tell you that you'll
47never find a fellow like this fellow, trusting himself to the mercies of such precious protégés. No, gentlemen; he'll
48always show 'em a clean pair of heels very early in the scuffle, and sneak away." With those words, and a final snap of
49his fingers, Mr. Stryver shouldered himself into Fleet-street, amidst the general approbation of his hearers. Mr. Lorry
50and Charles Darnay were left alone at the desk, in the general departure from the Bank. "Will you take charge of the
51letter?" said Mr. Lorry. "You know where to deliver it?" "I do." "Will you undertake to explain, that we suppose it to
52have been addressed here, on the chance of our knowing where to forward it, and that it has been here some time?" "I
53will do so. Do you start for Paris from here?" "From here, at eight." "I will come back, to see you off." Very ill at
54ease with himself, and with Stryver and most other men, Darnay made the best of his way into the quiet of the Temple,
55opened the letter, and read it. These were its contents: "Prison of the Abbaye, Paris. "June 21, 1792. "MONSIEUR
56HERETOFORE THE MARQUIS. "After having long been in danger of my life at the hands of the village, I have been seized,
57with great violence and indignity, and brought a long journey on foot to Paris. On the road I have suffered a great
58deal. Nor is that all; my house has been destroyed--razed to the ground. "The crime for which I am imprisoned, Monsieur
59heretofore the Marquis, and for which I shall be summoned before the tribunal, and shall lose my life (without your so
60generous help), is, they tell me, treason against the majesty of the people, in that I have acted against them for an
61emigrant. It is in vain I represent that I have acted for them, and not against, according to your commands. It is in
62vain I represent that, before the sequestration of emigrant property, I had remitted the imposts they had ceased to pay;
63that I had collected no rent; that I had had recourse to no process. The only response is, that I have acted for an
64emigrant, and where is that emigrant? "Ah! most gracious Monsieur heretofore the Marquis, where is that emigrant? I cry
65in my sleep where is he? I demand of Heaven, will he not come to deliver me? No answer. Ah Monsieur heretofore the
66Marquis, I send my desolate cry across the sea, hoping it may perhaps reach your ears through the great bank of Tilson
67known at Paris! "For the love of Heaven, of justice, of generosity, of the honour of your noble name, I supplicate you,
68Monsieur heretofore the Marquis, to succour and release me. My fault is, that I have been true to you. Oh Monsieur
69heretofore the Marquis, I pray you be you true to me! "From this prison here of horror, whence I every hour tend nearer
70and nearer to destruction, I send you, Monsieur heretofore the Marquis, the assurance of my dolorous and unhappy
71service. "Your afflicted, "Gabelle."
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