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1Madame enforced the conclusion of this piece of advice by striking her little counter with her chain of money as if she
2knocked its brains out, and then gathering the heavy handkerchief under her arm in a serene manner, and observing that
3it was time to go to bed. Next noontide saw the admirable woman in her usual place in the wine-shop, knitting away
4assiduously. A rose lay beside her, and if she now and then glanced at the flower, it was with no infraction of her
5usual preoccupied air. There were a few customers, drinking or not drinking, standing or seated, sprinkled about. The
6day was very hot, and heaps of flies, who were extending their inquisitive and adventurous perquisitions into all the
7glutinous little glasses near madame, fell dead at the bottom. Their decease made no impression on the other flies out
8promenading, who looked at them in the coolest manner (as if they themselves were elephants, or something as far
9removed), until they met the same fate. Curious to consider how heedless flies are!--perhaps they thought as much at
10Court that sunny summer day. A figure entering at the door threw a shadow on Madame Defarge which she felt to be a new
11one. She laid down her knitting, and began to pin her rose in her head-dress, before she looked at the figure. It was
12curious. The moment Madame Defarge took up the rose, the customers ceased talking, and began gradually to drop out of
13the wine-shop. "Good day, madame," said the new-comer. "Good day, monsieur." She said it aloud, but added to herself, as
14she resumed her knitting: "Hah! Good day, age about forty, height about five feet nine, black hair, generally rather
15handsome visage, complexion dark, eyes dark, thin, long and sallow face, aquiline nose but not straight, having a
16peculiar inclination towards the left cheek which imparts a sinister expression! Good day, one and all!" "Have the
17goodness to give me a little glass of old cognac, and a mouthful of cool fresh water, madame." Madame complied with a
18polite air. "Marvellous cognac this, madame!" It was the first time it had ever been so complimented, and Madame Defarge
19knew enough of its antecedents to know better. She said, however, that the cognac was flattered, and took up her
20knitting. The visitor watched her fingers for a few moments, and took the opportunity of observing the place in general.
21"You knit with great skill, madame." "I am accustomed to it." "A pretty pattern too!" "You think so?" said madame,
22looking at him with a smile. "Decidedly. May one ask what it is for?" "Pastime," said madame, still looking at him with
23a smile while her fingers moved nimbly. "Not for use?" "That depends. I may find a use for it one day. If I do--Well,"
24said madame, drawing a breath and nodding her head with a stern kind of coquetry, "I'll use it!" It was remarkable; but,
25the taste of Saint Antoine seemed to be decidedly opposed to a rose on the head-dress of Madame Defarge. Two men had
26entered separately, and had been about to order drink, when, catching sight of that novelty, they faltered, made a
27pretence of looking about as if for some friend who was not there, and went away. Nor, of those who had been there when
28this visitor entered, was there one left. They had all dropped off. The spy had kept his eyes open, but had been able to
29detect no sign. They had lounged away in a poverty-stricken, purposeless, accidental manner, quite natural and
30unimpeachable. "John," thought madame, checking off her work as her fingers knitted, and her eyes looked at the
31stranger. "Stay long enough, and I shall knit 'BARSAD' before you go." "You have a husband, madame?" "I have."
32"Children?" "No children." "Business seems bad?" "Business is very bad; the people are so poor." "Ah, the unfortunate,
33miserable people! So oppressed, too--as you say." "As you say," madame retorted, correcting him, and deftly knitting an
34extra something into his name that boded him no good. "Pardon me; certainly it was I who said so, but you naturally
35think so. Of course." "I think?" returned madame, in a high voice. "I and my husband have enough to do to keep this
36wine-shop open, without thinking. All we think, here, is how to live. That is the subject we think of, and it gives us,
37from morning to night, enough to think about, without embarrassing our heads concerning others. I think for others? No,
38no." The spy, who was there to pick up any crumbs he could find or make, did not allow his baffled state to express
39itself in his sinister face; but, stood with an air of gossiping gallantry, leaning his elbow on Madame Defarge's little
40counter, and occasionally sipping his cognac. "A bad business this, madame, of Gaspard's execution. Ah! the poor
41Gaspard!" With a sigh of great compassion. "My faith!" returned madame, coolly and lightly, "if people use knives for
42such purposes, they have to pay for it. He knew beforehand what the price of his luxury was; he has paid the price." "I
43believe," said the spy, dropping his soft voice to a tone that invited confidence, and expressing an injured
44revolutionary susceptibility in every muscle of his wicked face: "I believe there is much compassion and anger in this
45neighbourhood, touching the poor fellow? Between ourselves." "Is there?" asked madame, vacantly. "Is there not?" "--Here
46is my husband!" said Madame Defarge. As the keeper of the wine-shop entered at the door, the spy saluted him by touching
47his hat, and saying, with an engaging smile, "Good day, Jacques!" Defarge stopped short, and stared at him. "Good day,
48Jacques!" the spy repeated; with not quite so much confidence, or quite so easy a smile under the stare. "You deceive
49yourself, monsieur," returned the keeper of the wine-shop. "You mistake me for another. That is not my name. I am Ernest
50Defarge." "It is all the same," said the spy, airily, but discomfited too: "good day!" "Good day!" answered Defarge,
51drily. "I was saying to madame, with whom I had the pleasure of chatting when you entered, that they tell me there
52is--and no wonder!--much sympathy and anger in Saint Antoine, touching the unhappy fate of poor Gaspard." "No one has
53told me so," said Defarge, shaking his head. "I know nothing of it." Having said it, he passed behind the little
54counter, and stood with his hand on the back of his wife's chair, looking over that barrier at the person to whom they
55were both opposed, and whom either of them would have shot with the greatest satisfaction. The spy, well used to his
56business, did not change his unconscious attitude, but drained his little glass of cognac, took a sip of fresh water,
57and asked for another glass of cognac. Madame Defarge poured it out for him, took to her knitting again, and hummed a
58little song over it. "You seem to know this quarter well; that is to say, better than I do?" observed Defarge. "Not at
59all, but I hope to know it better. I am so profoundly interested in its miserable inhabitants." "Hah!" muttered Defarge.
60"The pleasure of conversing with you, Monsieur Defarge, recalls to me," pursued the spy, "that I have the honour of
61cherishing some interesting associations with your name." "Indeed!" said Defarge, with much indifference. "Yes, indeed.
62When Doctor Manette was released, you, his old domestic, had the charge of him, I know. He was delivered to you. You see
63I am informed of the circumstances?" "Such is the fact, certainly," said Defarge. He had had it conveyed to him, in an
64accidental touch of his wife's elbow as she knitted and warbled, that he would do best to answer, but always with
65brevity. "It was to you," said the spy, "that his daughter came; and it was from your care that his daughter took him,
66accompanied by a neat brown monsieur; how is he called?--in a little wig--Lorry--of the bank of Tellson and
67Company--over to England." "Such is the fact," repeated Defarge. "Very interesting remembrances!" said the spy. "I have
68known Doctor Manette and his daughter, in England." "Yes?" said Defarge. "You don't hear much about them now?" said the
69spy. "No," said Defarge. "In effect," madame struck in, looking up from her work and her little song, "we never hear
70about them. We received the news of their safe arrival, and perhaps another letter, or perhaps two; but, since then,
71they have gradually taken their road in life--we, ours--and we have held no correspondence." "Perfectly so, madame,"
72replied the spy. "She is going to be married." "Going?" echoed madame. "She was pretty enough to have been married long
73ago. You English are cold, it seems to me." "Oh! You know I am English."
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