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1The door was quickly opened and closed, and there stood before him face to face, quiet, intent upon him, with the light
2of a smile on his features, and a cautionary finger on his lip, Sydney Carton. There was something so bright and
3remarkable in his look, that, for the first moment, the prisoner misdoubted him to be an apparition of his own
4imagining. But, he spoke, and it was his voice; he took the prisoner's hand, and it was his real grasp. "Of all the
5people upon earth, you least expected to see me?" he said. "I could not believe it to be you. I can scarcely believe it
6now. You are not"--the apprehension came suddenly into his mind--"a prisoner?" "No. I am accidentally possessed of a
7power over one of the keepers here, and in virtue of it I stand before you. I come from her--your wife, dear Darnay."
8The prisoner wrung his hand. "I bring you a request from her." "What is it?" "A most earnest, pressing, and emphatic
9entreaty, addressed to you in the most pathetic tones of the voice so dear to you, that you well remember." The prisoner
10turned his face partly aside. "You have no time to ask me why I bring it, or what it means; I have no time to tell you.
11You must comply with it--take off those boots you wear, and draw on these of mine." There was a chair against the wall
12of the cell, behind the prisoner. Carton, pressing forward, had already, with the speed of lightning, got him down into
13it, and stood over him, barefoot. "Draw on these boots of mine. Put your hands to them; put your will to them. Quick!"
14"Carton, there is no escaping from this place; it never can be done. You will only die with me. It is madness." "It
15would be madness if I asked you to escape; but do I? When I ask you to pass out at that door, tell me it is madness and
16remain here. Change that cravat for this of mine, that coat for this of mine. While you do it, let me take this ribbon
17from your hair, and shake out your hair like this of mine!" With wonderful quickness, and with a strength both of will
18and action, that appeared quite supernatural, he forced all these changes upon him. The prisoner was like a young child
19in his hands. "Carton! Dear Carton! It is madness. It cannot be accomplished, it never can be done, it has been
20attempted, and has always failed. I implore you not to add your death to the bitterness of mine." "Do I ask you, my dear
21Darnay, to pass the door? When I ask that, refuse. There are pen and ink and paper on this table. Is your hand steady
22enough to write?" "It was when you came in." "Steady it again, and write what I shall dictate. Quick, friend, quick!"
23Pressing his hand to his bewildered head, Darnay sat down at the table. Carton, with his right hand in his breast, stood
24close beside him. "Write exactly as I speak." "To whom do I address it?" "To no one." Carton still had his hand in his
25breast. "Do I date it?" "No." The prisoner looked up, at each question. Carton, standing over him with his hand in his
26breast, looked down. "'If you remember,'" said Carton, dictating, "'the words that passed between us, long ago, you will
27readily comprehend this when you see it. You do remember them, I know. It is not in your nature to forget them.'" He was
28drawing his hand from his breast; the prisoner chancing to look up in his hurried wonder as he wrote, the hand stopped,
29closing upon something. "Have you written 'forget them'?" Carton asked. "I have. Is that a weapon in your hand?" "No; I
30am not armed." "What is it in your hand?" "You shall know directly. Write on; there are but a few words more." He
31dictated again. "'I am thankful that the time has come, when I can prove them. That I do so is no subject for regret or
32grief.'" As he said these words with his eyes fixed on the writer, his hand slowly and softly moved down close to the
33writer's face. The pen dropped from Darnay's fingers on the table, and he looked about him vacantly. "What vapour is
34that?" he asked. "Vapour?" "Something that crossed me?" "I am conscious of nothing; there can be nothing here. Take up
35the pen and finish. Hurry, hurry!" As if his memory were impaired, or his faculties disordered, the prisoner made an
36effort to rally his attention. As he looked at Carton with clouded eyes and with an altered manner of breathing,
37Carton--his hand again in his breast--looked steadily at him. "Hurry, hurry!" The prisoner bent over the paper, once
38more. "'If it had been otherwise;'" Carton's hand was again watchfully and softly stealing down; "'I never should have
39used the longer opportunity. If it had been otherwise;'" the hand was at the prisoner's face; "'I should but have had so
40much the more to answer for. If it had been otherwise--'" Carton looked at the pen and saw it was trailing off into
41unintelligible signs. Carton's hand moved back to his breast no more. The prisoner sprang up with a reproachful look,
42but Carton's hand was close and firm at his nostrils, and Carton's left arm caught him round the waist. For a few
43seconds he faintly struggled with the man who had come to lay down his life for him; but, within a minute or so, he was
44stretched insensible on the ground. Quickly, but with hands as true to the purpose as his heart was, Carton dressed
45himself in the clothes the prisoner had laid aside, combed back his hair, and tied it with the ribbon the prisoner had
46worn. Then, he softly called, "Enter there! Come in!" and the Spy presented himself. "You see?" said Carton, looking up,
47as he kneeled on one knee beside the insensible figure, putting the paper in the breast: "is your hazard very great?"
48"Mr. Carton," the Spy answered, with a timid snap of his fingers, "my hazard is not that, in the thick of business here,
49if you are true to the whole of your bargain." "Don't fear me. I will be true to the death." "You must be, Mr. Carton,
50if the tale of fifty-two is to be right. Being made right by you in that dress, I shall have no fear." "Have no fear! I
51shall soon be out of the way of harming you, and the rest will soon be far from here, please God! Now, get assistance
52and take me to the coach." "You?" said the Spy nervously. "Him, man, with whom I have exchanged. You go out at the gate
53by which you brought me in?" "Of course." "I was weak and faint when you brought me in, and I am fainter now you take me
54out. The parting interview has overpowered me. Such a thing has happened here, often, and too often. Your life is in
55your own hands. Quick! Call assistance!" "You swear not to betray me?" said the trembling Spy, as he paused for a last
56moment. "Man, man!" returned Carton, stamping his foot; "have I sworn by no solemn vow already, to go through with this,
57that you waste the precious moments now? Take him yourself to the courtyard you know of, place him yourself in the
58carriage, show him yourself to Mr. Lorry, tell him yourself to give him no restorative but air, and to remember my words
59of last night, and his promise of last night, and drive away!" The Spy withdrew, and Carton seated himself at the table,
60resting his forehead on his hands. The Spy returned immediately, with two men. "How, then?" said one of them,
61contemplating the fallen figure. "So afflicted to find that his friend has drawn a prize in the lottery of Sainte
62Guillotine?" "A good patriot," said the other, "could hardly have been more afflicted if the Aristocrat had drawn a
63blank." They raised the unconscious figure, placed it on a litter they had brought to the door, and bent to carry it
64away. "The time is short, Evrémonde," said the Spy, in a warning voice. "I know it well," answered Carton. "Be careful
65of my friend, I entreat you, and leave me." "Come, then, my children," said Barsad. "Lift him, and come away!"
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