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1Daylight at last found them before the wall of Paris. The barrier was closed and strongly guarded when they rode up to
2it. "Where are the papers of this prisoner?" demanded a resolute-looking man in authority, who was summoned out by the
3guard. Naturally struck by the disagreeable word, Charles Darnay requested the speaker to take notice that he was a free
4traveller and French citizen, in charge of an escort which the disturbed state of the country had imposed upon him, and
5which he had paid for. "Where," repeated the same personage, without taking any heed of him whatever, "are the papers of
6this prisoner?" The drunken patriot had them in his cap, and produced them. Casting his eyes over Gabelle's letter, the
7same personage in authority showed some disorder and surprise, and looked at Darnay with a close attention. He left
8escort and escorted without saying a word, however, and went into the guard-room; meanwhile, they sat upon their horses
9outside the gate. Looking about him while in this state of suspense, Charles Darnay observed that the gate was held by a
10mixed guard of soldiers and patriots, the latter far outnumbering the former; and that while ingress into the city for
11peasants' carts bringing in supplies, and for similar traffic and traffickers, was easy enough, egress, even for the
12homeliest people, was very difficult. A numerous medley of men and women, not to mention beasts and vehicles of various
13sorts, was waiting to issue forth; but, the previous identification was so strict, that they filtered through the
14barrier very slowly. Some of these people knew their turn for examination to be so far off, that they lay down on the
15ground to sleep or smoke, while others talked together, or loitered about. The red cap and tri-colour cockade were
16universal, both among men and women. When he had sat in his saddle some half-hour, taking note of these things, Darnay
17found himself confronted by the same man in authority, who directed the guard to open the barrier. Then he delivered to
18the escort, drunk and sober, a receipt for the escorted, and requested him to dismount. He did so, and the two patriots,
19leading his tired horse, turned and rode away without entering the city. He accompanied his conductor into a guard-room,
20smelling of common wine and tobacco, where certain soldiers and patriots, asleep and awake, drunk and sober, and in
21various neutral states between sleeping and waking, drunkenness and sobriety, were standing and lying about. The light
22in the guard-house, half derived from the waning oil-lamps of the night, and half from the overcast day, was in a
23correspondingly uncertain condition. Some registers were lying open on a desk, and an officer of a coarse, dark aspect,
24presided over these. "Citizen Defarge," said he to Darnay's conductor, as he took a slip of paper to write on. "Is this
25the emigrant Evrémonde?" "This is the man." "Your age, Evrémonde?" "Thirty-seven." "Married, Evrémonde?" "Yes." "Where
26married?" "In England." "Without doubt. Where is your wife, Evrémonde?" "In England." "Without doubt. You are consigned,
27Evrémonde, to the prison of La Force." "Just Heaven!" exclaimed Darnay. "Under what law, and for what offence?" The
28officer looked up from his slip of paper for a moment. "We have new laws, Evrémonde, and new offences, since you were
29here." He said it with a hard smile, and went on writing. "I entreat you to observe that I have come here voluntarily,
30in response to that written appeal of a fellow-countryman which lies before you. I demand no more than the opportunity
31to do so without delay. Is not that my right?" "Emigrants have no rights, Evrémonde," was the stolid reply. The officer
32wrote until he had finished, read over to himself what he had written, sanded it, and handed it to Defarge, with the
33words "In secret." Defarge motioned with the paper to the prisoner that he must accompany him. The prisoner obeyed, and
34a guard of two armed patriots attended them. "Is it you," said Defarge, in a low voice, as they went down the guardhouse
35steps and turned into Paris, "who married the daughter of Doctor Manette, once a prisoner in the Bastille that is no
36more?" "Yes," replied Darnay, looking at him with surprise. "My name is Defarge, and I keep a wine-shop in the Quarter
37Saint Antoine. Possibly you have heard of me." "My wife came to your house to reclaim her father? Yes!" The word "wife"
38seemed to serve as a gloomy reminder to Defarge, to say with sudden impatience, "In the name of that sharp female
39newly-born, and called La Guillotine, why did you come to France?" "You heard me say why, a minute ago. Do you not
40believe it is the truth?" "A bad truth for you," said Defarge, speaking with knitted brows, and looking straight before
41him. "Indeed I am lost here. All here is so unprecedented, so changed, so sudden and unfair, that I am absolutely lost.
42Will you render me a little help?" "None." Defarge spoke, always looking straight before him. "Will you answer me a
43single question?" "Perhaps. According to its nature. You can say what it is." "In this prison that I am going to so
44unjustly, shall I have some free communication with the world outside?" "You will see." "I am not to be buried there,
45prejudged, and without any means of presenting my case?" "You will see. But, what then? Other people have been similarly
46buried in worse prisons, before now." "But never by me, Citizen Defarge." Defarge glanced darkly at him for answer, and
47walked on in a steady and set silence. The deeper he sank into this silence, the fainter hope there was--or so Darnay
48thought--of his softening in any slight degree. He, therefore, made haste to say: "It is of the utmost importance to me
49(you know, Citizen, even better than I, of how much importance), that I should be able to communicate to Mr. Lorry of
50Tellson's Bank, an English gentleman who is now in Paris, the simple fact, without comment, that I have been thrown into
51the prison of La Force. Will you cause that to be done for me?" "I will do," Defarge doggedly rejoined, "nothing for
52you. My duty is to my country and the People. I am the sworn servant of both, against you. I will do nothing for you."
53Charles Darnay felt it hopeless to entreat him further, and his pride was touched besides. As they walked on in silence,
54he could not but see how used the people were to the spectacle of prisoners passing along the streets. The very children
55scarcely noticed him. A few passers turned their heads, and a few shook their fingers at him as an aristocrat;
56otherwise, that a man in good clothes should be going to prison, was no more remarkable than that a labourer in working
57clothes should be going to work. In one narrow, dark, and dirty street through which they passed, an excited orator,
58mounted on a stool, was addressing an excited audience on the crimes against the people, of the king and the royal
59family. The few words that he caught from this man's lips, first made it known to Charles Darnay that the king was in
60prison, and that the foreign ambassadors had one and all left Paris. On the road (except at Beauvais) he had heard
61absolutely nothing. The escort and the universal watchfulness had completely isolated him. That he had fallen among far
62greater dangers than those which had developed themselves when he left England, he of course knew now. That perils had
63thickened about him fast, and might thicken faster and faster yet, he of course knew now. He could not but admit to
64himself that he might not have made this journey, if he could have foreseen the events of a few days. And yet his
65misgivings were not so dark as, imagined by the light of this later time, they would appear. Troubled as the future was,
66it was the unknown future, and in its obscurity there was ignorant hope. The horrible massacre, days and nights long,
67which, within a few rounds of the clock, was to set a great mark of blood upon the blessed garnering time of harvest,
68was as far out of his knowledge as if it had been a hundred thousand years away. The "sharp female newly-born, and
69called La Guillotine," was hardly known to him, or to the generality of people, by name. The frightful deeds that were
70to be soon done, were probably unimagined at that time in the brains of the doers. How could they have a place in the
71shadowy conceptions of a gentle mind?
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