Hestuckthepaperonafile,inanill-humour,andCharlesDarnayawaitedhisfurtherpleasureforhalfanhour:sometimes,pacingtoandfrointhestrongarchedroom:sometimes,restingonastoneseat:ineithercasedetainedtobeimprintedonthememoryofthechiefandhissubordinates.
　　`Come!'saidthechief,atlengthtakinguphiskeys,`comewithme,emigrant.'
　　Throughthedismalprisontwilight,hisnewchargeaccompaniedhimbycorridorandstaircase,manydoorsclangingandlockingbehindthem,untiltheycameintoalarge,low,vaultedchamber,crowdedwithprisonersofbothsexes.Thewomenwereseatedatalongtable,readingandwriting,knitting,sewing,andembroidering;themenwereforthemostpartstandingbehindtheirchairs,orlingeringupanddowntheroom.
　　Intheinstinctiveassociationofprisonerswithshamefulcrimeanddisgrace,thenewcomerrecoiledfromthiscompany.Butthecrowningunrealityofhislongunrealride,was,theirallatoncerisingtoreceivehim,witheveryrefinementofmannerknowntothetime,andwithalltheengaginggracesandcourtesiesoflife.
　　Sostrangelycloudedweretheserefinementsbytheprisonmannersandgloom,sospectraldidtheybecomeintheinappropriatesqualorandmiserythroughwhichtheywereseen,thatCharlesDarnayseemedtostandinacompanyofthedead.Ghostsall!Theghostofbeauty,theghostofstateliness,theghostofelegance,theghostofpride,theghostoffrivolity,theghostofwit,theghostofyouth,theghostofage,allwaitingtheirdismissalfromthedesolateshore,allturningonhimeyesthatwerechangedbythedeaththeyhaddiedincomingthere.
　　Itstruckhimmotionless.Thegaolerstandingathisside,andtheothergaolersmovingabout,whowouldhavebeenwellenoughastoappearanceintheordinaryexerciseoftheirfunctions,lookedsoextravagantlycoarsecontrastedwithsorrowingmothersandbloomingdaughterswhoweretherewiththeapparitionsofthecoquette,theyoungbeauty,andthematurewomandelicatelybred——thattheinversionofallexperienceandlikelihoodwhichthesceneofshadowspresented,washeightenedtoitsutmost.Surely,ghostsall.Surely,thelongunrealridesomeprogressofdiseasethathadbroughthimtothesegloomyshades!
　　`Inthenameoftheassembledcompanionsinmisfortune,'saidagentlemanofcourtlyappearanceandaddress,comingforward,`IhavethehonourofgivingyouwelcometoLaForce,andofcondolingwithyouonthecalamitythathasbroughtyouamongus.Mayitsoonterminatehappily!Itwouldbeanimpertinenceelsewhere,butitisnotsohere,toaskyournameandcondition?'
　　CharlesDarnayrousedhimself,andgavetherequiredinformation,inwordsassuitableashecouldfind.
　　`ButIhope,'saidthegentleman,followingthechiefgaolerwithhiseyes,whomovedacrosstheroom,`thatyouarenotinsecret?'
　　`Idonotunderstandthemeaningoftheterm,butIhaveheardthemsayso.'
　　`Ah,whatapity!Wesomuchregretit!Buttakecourage;severalmembersofoursocietyhavebeeninsecret,atfirst,andithaslastedbutashorttime.'Thenheadded,raisinghisvoice,`Igrievetoinformthesociety——insecret.
　　TherewasamurmurofcommiserationasCharlesDarnaycrossedtheroomtoagrateddoorwherethegaolerawaitedhim,andmanyvoices——amongwhich,thesoftandcompassionatevoicesofwomanwereconspicuous——gavehimgoodwishesandencouragement.Heturnedatthegrateddoor,torenderthethanksofhisheart;itclosedunderthegaoler'shand;andtheapparitionsvanishedfromhissightforever.
　　Thewicketopenedonastonestaircase,leadingupward.Whentheyhadascendedfortystepstheprisonerofhalfanhouralreadycountedthem,thegaoleropenedalowblackdoor,andtheypassedintoasolitarycell.Itstruckcoldanddamp,butwasnotdark.
　　`Yours,'saidthegaoler.
　　`WhyamIconfinedalone?'
　　`HowdoIknow!'
　　`Icanbuypen,ink,andpaper?'
　　`Sucharenotmyorders.Youwillbevisited,andcanaskthen.Atpresent,youmaybuyyourfood,andnothingmore.'
　　Therewereinthecell,achair,atable,andastrawmattress.Asthegaolermadeageneralinspectionoftheseobjects,andofthefourwalls,beforegoingout,awanderingfancywanderedthroughthemindoftheprisonerleaningagainstthewalloppositetohim,thatthisgaolerwassounwholesomelybloated,bothinfaceandperson,astolooklikeamanwhohadbeendrownedandfilledwithwater.Whenthegaolerwasgone,hethoughtinthesamewanderingway,`NowamIleft,asifIweredead.'Stoppingthen,tolookdownatthemattress,heturnedfromitwithasickfeeling,andthought,`Andhereinthesecrawlingcreaturesisthefirstconditionofthebodyafterdeath.'
　　`Fivepacesbyfourandahalffivepacesbyfourandahalf,fivepacesbyfourandahalf.'Theprisonerwalkedtoandfroinhiscell,countingitsmeasurement,andtheroarofthecityaroselikemuffleddrumswithawildswellofvoicesaddedtothem.`Hemadeshoes,hemadeshoes,hemadeshoes.'Theprisonercountedthemeasurementagain,andpacedfaster,todrawhismindwithhimfromthatlatterrepetition.`Theghoststhatvanishedwhenthewicketclosed.Therewasoneamongthem,theappearanceofaladydressedinblack,whowasleaningintheembrasureofawindow,andshehadalightshininguponhergoldenhair,andshelookedlike****Letusrideonagain,forGod'ssake,throughtheilluminatedvillageswiththepeopleallawake!****Hemadeshoes,hemadeshoes,hemadeshoes.****Fivepacesbyfourandahalf.'Withsuchscrapstossingandrollingupwardfromthedepthsofhismind,theprisonerwalkedfasterandfaster,obstinatelycountingandcounting;andtheroarofthecitychangedtothisextent-thatitstillrolledinlikemuffleddrums,butwiththewailofvoicesthatheknew,intheswellthatroseabovethem.
　　CHAPTERII
　　TheGrindstone
　　TELLSON'SBANK,establishedintheSaintGermainQuarterofParis,wasinawingofalargehouse,approachedbyacourt-yardandshutofffromthestreetbyahighwallandastronggate.Thehousebelongedtoagreatnoblemanwhohadlivedinituntilhemadeaflightfromthetroubles,inhisowncook'sdress,andgotacrosstheborders.Amerebeastofthechaseflyingfromhunters,hewasstillinhismetempsychosisnootherthanthesameMonseigneur,thepreparationofwhosechocolateforwhoselipshadonceoccupiedthreestrongmenbesidesthecookinquestion.
　　Monseigneurgone,andthethreestrongmenabsolvingthemselvesfromthesinofhavingdrawnhishighwages,bybeingmorethanreadyandwillingtocuthisthroatonthealtarofthedawningRepubliconeandindivisibleofLiberty,Equality,Fraternity,orDeath,Monseigneur'shousehadbeenfirstsequestrated,andthenconfiscated.For,allthingsmovedsofast,anddecreefolloweddecreewiththatfierceprecipitation,thatnowuponthethirdnightoftheautumnmonthofSeptember,patriotemissariesofthelawwereinpossessionofMonseigneur'shouse,andhadmarkeditwiththetricolour,andweredrinkingbrandyinitsstateapartments.
　　AplaceofbusinessinLondonlikeTellson'splaceofbusinessinParis,wouldsoonhavedriventheHouseoutofitsmindandintotheGazette.For,whatwouldstaidBritishresponsibilityandrespectabilityhavesaidtoorange-treesinboxesinaBankcourt-yard,andeventoaCupidoverthecounter?Yetsuchthingswere.Tellson'shadwhitewashedtheCupid,buthewasstilltobeseenontheceiling,inthecoolestlinen,aimingasheveryoftendoesatmoneyfrommorningtonight.BankruptcymustinevitablyhavecomeofthisyoungPagan,inLombardstreet,London,andalsoofacurtainedalcoveintherearoftheimmortalboy,andalsoofalooking-glassletintothewall,andalsoofclerksnotatallold,whodancedinpublicontheslightestprovocation.Yet,aFrenchTellson'scouldgetonwiththesethingsexceedinglywell,and,aslongasthetimesheldtogether,nomanhadtakenfrightatthem,anddrawnouthismoney.
　　WhatmoneywouldbedrawnoutofTellson'shenceforth,andwhatwouldliethere,lostandforgotten;whatplateandjewelswouldtarnishinTellson'shiding-places,whilethedepositorsrustedinprisons,andwhentheyshouldhaveviolentlyperished;howmanyaccountswithTellson'snevertobebalancedinthisworld,mustbecarriedoverintothenext;nomancouldhavesaid,thatnight,anymorethanMr.JarvisLorrycould,thoughhethoughtheavilyofthesequestions.Hesatbyanewly-lightedwoodfiretheblightedandunfruitfulyearwasprematurelycold,andonhishonestandcourageousfacetherewasadeepershadethanthependentlampcouldthrow,oranyobjectintheroomdistortedlyreflect——ashadeofhorror.
　　HeoccupiedroomsintheBank,inhisfidelitytotheHouseofwhichhehadgrowntobeapart,likeastrongroot-ivy.Itchancedthattheyderivedakindofsecurityfromthepatrioticoccupationofthemainbuilding,butthetrue-heartedoldgentlemannevercalculatedaboutthat.Allsuchcircumstanceswereindifferenttohim,sothathedidhisduty.Ontheoppositesideofthecourt-yard,underacolonnade,wasextensivestandingforcarriages——where,indeed,somecarriagesofMonseigneuryetstood.Againsttwoofthepillarswerefastenedtwogreatflaringflambeaux,andinthelightofthese,standingoutintheopenair,wasalargegrindstone:aroughlymountedthingwhichappearedtohavehurriedlybeenbroughttherefromsomeneighbouringsmithy,orotherworkshop.Risingandlookingoutofwindowattheseharmlessobjects,Mr.Lorryshivered,andretiredtohisseatbythefire.Hehadopened,notonlytheglasswindow,butthelatticeblindoutsideit,andhehadclosedbothagain,andheshiveredthroughhisframe.
　　Fromthestreetsbeyondthehighwallandthestronggate,therecametheusualnighthumofthecity,withnowandthenanindescribableringinit,weirdandunearthly,asifsomeunwontedsoundsofaterriblenatureweregoinguptoHeaven.
　　`ThankGod,'saidMr.Lorry,claspinghishands,`thatnoonenearanddeartomeisinthisdreadfultownto-night.MayHehavemercyonallwhoareindanger!'
　　Soonafterwards,thebellatthegreatgatesounded,andhethought,`Theyhavecomeback!'andsatlistening.But,therewasnoloudirruptionintothecourt-yard,ashehadexpected,andheheardthegateclashagain,andallwasquiet.
　　ThenervousnessanddreadthatwereuponhiminspiredthatvagueuneasinessrespectingtheBank,whichagreatchangewouldnaturallyawaken,withsuchfeelingsroused.Itwaswellguarded,andhegotuptogoamongthetrustypeoplewhowerewatchingit,thenhisdoorsuddenlyopened,andtwofiguresrushedin,atsightofwhichhefellbackinamazement.
　　Lucieandherfather!Luciewithherarmsstretchedouttohim,andwiththatoldlookofearnestnesssoconcentratedandintensified,thatitseemedasthoughithadbeenstampeduponherfaceexpresslytogiveforceandpowertoitinthisonepassageofherlife.
　　`Whatisthis?'criedMr.Lorry,breathlessandconfused.`Whatisthematter?Lucie!Manette!Whathashappened?Whathasbroughtyouhere?Whatisit?'
　　Withthelookfixeduponhim,inherpalenessandwildness,shepantedoutinhisarms,imploringly,`Omydearfriend!Myhusband!'
　　`Yourhusband,Lucie?'
　　`Charles.'
　　`WhatofCharles?'
　　`Here.'
　　`Here,inParis?'
　　`Hasbeenheresomedays——threeorfour——Idon'tknowhowmany——Ican'tcollectmythoughts.Anerrandofgenerositybroughthimhereunknowntous;hewasstoppedatthebarrier,andsenttoprison.'
　　Theoldmanutteredanirrepressiblecry.Almostatthesamemoment,thebellofthegreatgaterangagain,andaloudnoiseoffeetandvoicescamepouringintothecourt-yard.
　　`Whatisthatnoise?'saidtheDoctor,turningtowardsthewindow.
　　`Don'tlook!'criedMr.Lorry.`Don'tlookout!Manette,foryourlife,don'ttouchtheblind!'
　　TheDoctorturned,withhishanduponthefasteningofthewindow,andsaid,withacoolboldsmile:
　　`Mydearfriend,Ihaveacharmedlifeinthiscity.IhavebeenaBastilleprisoner.ThereisnopatriotinParis——inParis?InFrance——who,knowingmetohavebeenaprisonerintheBastille,wouldtouchme,excepttooverwhelmmewithembraces,orcarrymeintriumph.Myoldpainhasgivenmeapowerthathasbroughtusthroughthebarrier,andgainedusnewsofCharlesthere,andbroughtushere.Iknewitwouldbeso;IknewIcouldhelpCharlesoutofalldanger;ItoldLucieso——Whatisthatnoise?'Hishandwasagainuponthewindow.
　　`Don'tlook!'criedMr.Lorry,absolutelydesperate.`No,Lucie,mydear,noryou!'Hegothisarmroundher,andheldher.`Don'tbesoterrified,mylove.IsolemnlysweartoyouthatIknowofnoharmhavinghappenedtoCharles;thatIhadnosuspicionevenofhisbeinginthisfatalplace.Whatprisonishein?'
　　`LaForce!'
　　`LaForce!Lucie,mychild,ifeveryouwerebraveandserviceableinyourlife——andyouwerealwaysboth——youwillcomposeyourselfnow,todoexactlyasIbidyou;formoredependsuponitthanyoucanthink,orIcansay.Thereisnohelpforyouinanyactiononyourpartto-night;youcannotpossiblystirout.Isaythis,becausewhatImustbidyoutodoforCharles'ssake,isthehardestthingtodoofall.Youmustinstantlybeobedient,still,andquiet.Youmustletmeputyouinaroomatthebackhere.Youmustleaveyourfatherandmealonefortwominutes,andasthereareLifeandDeathintheworldyoumustnotdelay.'
　　`Iwillbesubmissivetoyou.IseeinyourfacethatyouknowIcandonothingelsethanthis.Iknowyouaretrue.'
　　Theoldmankissedher,andhurriedherintohisroom,andturnedthekey;then,camehurryingbacktotheDoctor,andopenedthewindowandpartlyopenedtheblind,andputhishandupontheDoctor'sarm,andlookedoutwithhimintothecourt-yard.
　　Lookedoutuponathrongofmenandwomen:notenoughinnumber,ornearenough,tofillthecourt-yard:notmorethanfortyorfiftyinall.Thepeopleinpossessionofthehousehadlettheminatthegate,andtheyhadrushedintoworkatthegrindstone;ithadevidentlybeensetuptherefortheirpurpose,asinaconvenientandretiredspot.
　　But,suchawfulworkers,andsuchawfulwork!
　　Thegrindstonehadadoublehandle,and,turningatitmadlyweretwomen,whosefaces,astheirlonghairflappedbackwhenthewhirlingsofthegrindstonebroughttheirfacesup,weremorehorribleandcruelthanthevisagesofthewildestsavagesintheirmostbarbarousdisguise.Falseeye-browsandfalsemoustacheswerestuckuponthem,andtheirhideouscountenanceswereallbloodyandsweaty,andallawrywithhowling,andallstaringandglaringwithbeastlyexcitementandwantofsleep.Astheseruffiansturnedandturned,theirmattedlocksnowflungforwardovertheireyes,nowflungbackwardovertheirnecks,somewomenheldwinetotheirmouthsthattheymightdrink;andwhatwithdroppingblood,andwhatwithdroppingwine,andwhatwiththestreamofsparksstruckoutofthestone,alltheirwickedatmosphereseemedgoreandfire.Theeyecouldnotdetectonecreatureinthegroupfreefromthesmearofblood.Shoulderingoneanothertogetnextatthesharpening-stone,weremenstrippedtothewaist,withthestainallovertheirlimbsandbodies;meninallsortsofrags,withthestainuponthoserags;mendevilishlysetoffwithspoilsofwomen'slaceandsilkandribbon,withthestaindyeingthosetriflesthroughandthrough.Hatchets,knives,bayonets,swords,allbroughttobesharpened,wereallredwithit.Someofthehackedswordsweretiedtothewristsofthosewhocarriedthem,withstripsoflinenandfragmentsofdress:ligaturesvariousinkind,butalldeepoftheonecolour.Andasthefranticwieldersoftheseweaponssnatchedthemfromthestreamofsparksandtoreawayintothestreets,thesameredhuewasredintheirfrenziedeyes;——eyeswhichanyunbrutalisedbeholderwouldhavegiventwentyyearsoflife,topetrifywithawell-directedgun.
　　Allthiswasseeninamoment,asthevisionofadrowningman,orofanyhumancreatureatanyverygreatpass,couldseeaworldifitwerethere.Theydrewbackfromthewindow,andtheDoctorlookedforexplanationinhisfriend'sashyface.
　　`Theyare,'Mr.Lorrywhisperedthewords,glancingfearfullyroundatthelockedroom,`murderingtheprisoners.Ifyouaresureofwhatyousay;ifyoureallyhavethepoweryouthinkyouhave——asIbelieveyouhave——makeyourselfknowntothesedevils,andgettakentoLaForce.Itmaybetoolate,Idon'tknow,butletitnotbeaminutelater!'
　　DoctorManettepressedhishand,hastenedbareheadedoutoftheroom,andwasinthecourt-yardwhenMr.Lorryregainedtheblind.
　　Hisstreamingwhitehair,hisremarkableface,andtheimpetuousconfidenceofhismanner,asheputtheweaponsasidelikewater,carriedhiminaninstanttotheheartoftheconcourseatthestone.Forafewmomentstherewasapause,andahurry,andamurmur,andtheunintelligiblesoundofhisvoice;andthenMr.Lorrysawhim,surroundedbyall,andinthemidstofalineoftwentymenlong,alllinkedshouldertoshoulder,andhandtoshoulder,hurriedoutwithcriesof——'LivetheBastilleprisoner!HelpfortheBastilleprisoner'skindredinLaForce!RoomfortheBastilleprisonerinfrontthere!SavetheprisonerEvrémondeatLaForce!'andathousandansweringshouts.
　　Heclosedthelatticeagainwithaflutteringheart,closedthewindowandthecurtain,hastenedtoLucie,andtoldherthatherfatherwasassistedbythepeople,andgoneinsearchofherhusband.HefoundherchildandMissProsswithher;but,itneveroccurredtohimtobesurprisedbytheirappearanceuntilalongtimeafterwards,whenhesatwatchingtheminsuchquietasthenightknew.
　　Luciehad,bythattime,fallenintoastuporonthefloorathisfeet,clingingtohishand.MissProsshadlaidthechilddownonhisownbed,andherhadhadgraduallyfallenonthepillowbesideherprettycharge.Othelong,longnight,withthemoansofthepoorwife!AndOthelong,longnight,withnoreturnofherfatherandnotidings!
　　Twicemoreinthedarknessthebellatthegreatgatesounded,andtheirruptionwasrepeated,andthegrindstonewhirledandspluttered.`Whatisit?'criedLucie,affrighted.`Hush!Thesoldiers'swordsaresharpenedthere,'saidMr.Lorry.`Theplaceisnationalpropertynow,andusedasakindofarmoury,mylove.'
　　Twicemoreinall;but,thelastspellofworkwasfeebleandfitful.Soonafterwardsthedaybegantodawn,andhesoftlydetachedhimselffromtheclaspinghand,andcautiouslylookedoutagain.Aman,sobesmearedthathemighthavebeenasorelywoundedsoldiercreepingbacktoconsciousnessonafieldofslain,wasrisingfromthepavementbythesideofthegrindstone,andlookingabouthimwithavacantair.Shortly,thisworn-outmurdererdescriedintheimperfectlightoneofthecarriagesofMonseigneur,and,staggeringtothatgorgeousvehicle,climbedinatthedoor,andshuthimselfuptotakehisrestonitsdaintycushions.
　　Thegreatgrindstone,Earth,hadturnedwhenMr.Lorrylookedoutagain,andthesunwasredonthecourt-yard.But,thelessergrindstonestoodalonethereinthecalmmorningair,withareduponitthatthesunhadnevergiven,andwouldnevertakeaway.
　　CHAPTERIII
　　TheShadow
　　ONEofthefirstconsiderationswhicharoseinthebusinessmindofMr.Lorrywhenbusinesshourscameround,wasthis:——thathehadnorighttoimperilTellson'sbyshelteringthewifeofanemigrantprisonerundertheBankroof.Hisownpossessions,safety,life,hewouldhavehazardedforLucieandherchild,withoutamoment'sdemur;butthegreattrustheheldwasnothisown,andastothatbusinesschargehewasastrictmanofbusiness.
　　Atfirst,hismindrevertedtoDefarge,andhethoughtoffindingoutthewine-shopagainandtakingcounselwithitsmasterinreferencetothesafestdwelling-placeinthedistractedstateofthecity.But,thesameconsiderationthatsuggestedhim,repudiatedhim;helivedinthemostviolentQuarter,anddoubtlesswasinfluentialthere,anddeepinitsdangerousworkings.
　　Nooncoming,andtheDoctornotreturning,andeveryminute'sdelaytendingtocompromise,Tellson's,Mr.LorryadvisedwithLucie.Shesaidthatherfatherhadspokenofhiringalodgingforashortterm,inthatQuarter,neartheBanking-house.Astherewasnobusinessobjectiontothis,andasheforesawthatevenifitwereallwellwithCharles,andheweretobereleased,hecouldnothopetoleavethecity,Mr.Lorrywentoutinquestofsuchalodging,andfoundasuitableone,highupinaremovedby-streetwheretheclosedblindsinalltheotherwindowsofahighmelancholysquareofbuildingsmarkeddesertedhomes.
　　TothislodgingheatonceremovedLucieandherchild,andMissPross:givingthemwhatcomforthecould,andmuchmorethanhehadhimself.HeleftJerrywiththem,asafiguretofilladoorwaythatwouldbearconsiderableknockingonthehead,andreturnedtohisownoccupations.Adisturbedanddolefulmindhebroughttobearuponthem,andslowlyandheavilythedaylaggedonwithhim.
　　Itworeitselfout,andworehimoutwithit,untiltheBankclosed.Hewasagainaloneinhisroomofthepreviousnight,consideringwhattodonext,whenheheardafootuponthestair.Inafewmoments,amanstoodinhispresence,who,withakeenlyobservantlookathim,addressedhimbyhisname.
　　`Yourservant,'saidMr.Lorry.`Doyouknowme?'
　　Hewasastronglymademanwithdarkcurlinghair,fromforty-fivetofiftyyearsofae.Foranswerherepeated,withoutanychangeofemphasis,thewords:
　　`Doyouknowme?'
　　`Ihaveseenyousomewhere.'
　　`Perhapsatmywine-shop?'
　　Muchinterestedandagitated,Mr.Lorrysaid:`YoucomefromDoctorManette?'
　　`Yes.IcomefromDoctorManette.'
　　`Andwhatsayshe?Whatdoeshesendme?'
　　Defargegaveintohisanxioushand,anopenscrapofpaper.ItborethewordsintheDoctor'swriting:
　　`Charlesissafe,butIcannotsafelyleavethisplaceyet.IhaveobtainedthefavourthatthebearerhasashortnotefromCharlestohiswife.Letthebearerseehiswife.'
　　ItwasdatedfromLaForce,withinanhour.
　　`Willyouaccompanyme,'saidMr.Lorry,joyfullyrelievedafterreadingthisnotealoud,`towherehiswiferesides?'
　　`Yes,'returnedDefarge.
　　Scarcelynoticingasyet,inwhatacuriouslyreservedandmechanicalwayDefargespoke,Mr.Lorryputonhishatandtheywentdownintothecourt-yard.There,theyfoundtwowomen;one,knitting.
　　`MadameDefarge,surely!'saidMr.Lorry,whohadleftherinexactlythesameattitudesomeseventeenyearsago.
　　`Itisshe,'observedherhusband.
　　`Doesmadamegowithus?'inquiredMr.Lorry,seeingthatshemovedastheymoved.
　　`Yes.Thatshemaybeabletorecognisethefacesandknowthepersons.Itisfortheirsafety.'
　　BeginningtobestruckbyDefarge'smanner,Mr.Lorrylookeddubiouslyathim,andledtheway.Boththewomenfollowed;thesecondwomanbeingTheVengeance.
　　Theypassedthroughtheinterveningstreetsasquicklyastheymight,ascendedthestaircaseofthenewdomicile,wereadmittedbyJerry,andfoundLucieweeping,alone.ShewasthrownintoatransportbythetidingsMr.Lorrygaveherofherhusband,andclaspedthehandthatdeliveredhisnote——littlethinkingwhatithadbeendoingnearhiminthenight,andmight,butforachance,havedonetohim.
　　`DEAREST,——Takecourage.Iamwell,andyourfatherhasinfluencearoundme.Youcannotanswerthis.Kissourchildforme.'
　　Thatwasallthewriting.Itwassomuch,however,toherwhoreceivedit,thatsheturnedfromDefargetohiswife,andkissedoneofthehandsthatknitted.Itwasapassionate,loving,thankful,womanlyaction,butthehandmadenoresponse——droppedcoldandheavy,andtooktoitsknittingagain.
　　TherewassomethinginitstouchthatgaveLucieacheck.Shestoppedintheactofputtingthenoteinherbosom,and,withherhandsyetatherneck,lookedterrifiedatMadameDefarge.MadameDefargemettheliftedeyebrowsandforeheadwithacold,impassivestare.
　　`Mydear,'saidMr.Lorry,strikingintoexplain;`therearefrequentrisingsinthestreets;and,althoughitisnotlikelytheywillevertroubleyou,MadameDefargewishestoseethosewhomshehasthepowertoprotectatsuchtimes,totheendthatshemayknowthem——thatshemayidentifythem.Ibelieve,'saidMr.Lorry,ratherhaltinginhisreassuringwords,asthestonymannerofallthethreeimpresseditselfuponhimmoreandmore,`Istatethecase,CitizenDefarge?'
　　Defargelookedgloomilyathiswife,andgavenootheranswerthanagruffsoundofacquiescence.
　　`Youhadbetter,Lucie,'saidMr.Lorry,doingallhecouldtopropitiate,bytoneandmanner,`havethedearchildhere,andourgoodPross.OurgoodPross,Defarge,isanEnglishlady,andknowsnoFrench.'
　　Theladyinquestion,whoserootedconvictionthatshewasmorethanamatchforanyforeigner,wasnottobeshakenbydistressanddanger,appearedwishfoldedarms,andobservedinEnglishtoTheVengeance,whomhereyesfirstencountered,`Well,Iamsure,Boldface!Ihopeyouareprettywell!'ShealsobestowedaBritishcoughonMadameDefarge;but,neitherofthetwotookmuchheedofher.
　　`Isthathischild?'saidMadameDefarge,stoppinginherworkforthefirsttime,andpointingherknitting-needleatlittleLucieasifitwerethefingerofFate.
　　`Yes,madame,'answeredMr.Lorry;`thisisourpoorprisoner'sdarlingdaughter,andonlychild.'
　　TheshadowattendantonMadameDefargeandherpartyseemedtofallsothreateninganddarkonthechild,thathermotherinstinctivelykneeledonthegroundbesideher,andheldhertoherbreast.TheshadowattendantonMadameDefargeandherpartyseemedthentofall,threateninganddark,onboththemotherandthechild.
　　`Itisenough,myhusband,'saidMadameDefarge.`Ihaveseenthem.Wemaygo.
　　But,thesuppressedmannerhadenoughofmenaceinit——notvisibleandpresented,butindistinctandwithheld——toalarmLucieintosaying,asshelaidherappealinghandonMadameDefarge'sdress:
　　`Youwillbegoodtomypoorhusband.Youwilldohimnoharm.Youwillhelpmetoseehimifyoucan?'
　　`Yourhusbandisnotmybusinesshere,'returnedMadameDefarge,lookingdownatherwithperfectcomposure.`Itisthedaughterofyourfatherwhoismybusinesshere.'
　　`Formysake,then,bemercifultomyhusband.Formychild'ssake!Shewillputherhandstogetherandprayyoutobemerciful.Wearemoreafraidofyouthanoftheseothers.'
　　MadameDefargereceiveditasacompliment,andlookedatherhusband.Defarge,whohadbeenuneasilybitinghisthumb-nailandlookingather,collectedhisfaceintoasternerexpression.
　　`Whatisitthatyourhusbandsaysinthatlittleletter?'askedMadameDefarge,withaloweringsmile.`Influence;hesayssomethingtouchinginfluence?'
　　`Thatmyfather,'saidLucie,hurriedlytakingthepaperfromherbreast,butwithheralarmedeyesonherquestionerandnotonit,`hasmuchinfluencearoundhim.'
　　`Surelyitwillreleasehim!'saidMadameDefarge.`Letitdoso.'
　　`Asawifeandmother,'criedLucie,mostearnestly,`Iimploreyoutohavepityonmeandnottoexerciseanypowerthatyoupossess,againstmyinnocenthusband,buttouseitinhisbehalf.Osister-woman,thinkofme.Asawifeandmother!'
　　MadameDefargelooked,coldlyasever,atthesuppliant,andsaid,turningtoherfriendTheVengeance:
　　`Thewivesandmotherswehavebeenusedtosee,sincewewereaslittleasthischild,andmuchless,havenotbeengreatlyconsidered?Wehaveknowntheirhusbandsandfatherslaidinprisonandkeptfromthem,oftenenough?Allourlives,wehaveseenoursister-womensuffer,inthemselvesandintheirchildren,poverty,nakedness,hunger,thirst.sickness,misery,oppressionandneglectofallkinds?'
　　`Wehaveseennothingelse,'returnedTheVengeance.
　　`Wehavebornethisalongtime,'saidMadameDefarge,turninghereyesagainuponLucie.`Judgeyou!Isitlikelythatthetroubleofonewifeandmotherwouldbemuchtousnow?'
　　Sheresumedherknittingandwentout.TheVengeancefollowed.Defargewentlast,andclosedthedoor.
　　`Courage,mydearLucie,'saidMr.Lorry,asheraisedher.`Courage,courage!Sofarallgoeswellwithus——much,muchbetterthanithasoflategonewithmanypoorsouls.Cheerup,andhaveathankfulheart.'
　　`Iamnotthankless,Ihope,butthatdreadfulwomanseemstothrowashadowonmeandonallmyhopes.'
　　`Tut,tut!'saidMr.Lorry;`whatisthisdespondencyinthebravelittlebreast?Ashadowindeed!Nosubstanceinit,Lucie.'
　　ButtheshadowofthemanneroftheseDefargeswasdarkuponhimself,forallthat,andinhissecretmindittroubledhimgreatly.
　　CHAPTERIV
　　CalminStorm
　　DOCTORMANETTEdidnotreturnuntilthemorningofthefourthdayofhisabsence.SomuchofwhathadhappenedinthatdreadfultimeascouldbekeptfromtheknowledgeofLuciewassowellconcealedfromher,thatnotuntillongafterwards,whenFranceandshewerefarapart,didsheknowthatelevenhundreddefencelessprisonersofbothsexesandallageshadbeenkilledbythepopulace;thatfourdaysandnightshadbeendarkenedbythisdeedofhorror;andthattheairaroundherhadbeentaintedbytheslain.Sheonlyknewthattherehadbeenanattackupontheprisons,thatallpoliticalprisonershadbeenindanger,andthatsomehadbeendraggedoutbythecrowdandmurdered.
　　ToMr.Lorry,theDoctorcommunicatedunderaninjunctionofsecrecyonwhichhehadnoneedtodwell,thatthecrowdhadtakenhimthroughasceneofcarnagetotheprisonofLaForce.That,intheprisonhehadfoundaself-appointedTribunalsitting,beforewhichtheprisonerswerebroughtsingly,andbywhichtheywererapidlyorderedtobeputforthtobemassacred,ortobereleased,orinafewcasestobesentbacktotheircells.That,presentedbyhisconductorstothisTribunal,hehadannouncedhimselfbynameandprofessionashavingbeenforeighteenyearsasecretandunaccusedprisonerintheBastille;that,oneofthebodysosittinginjudgmenthadrisenandidentifiedhim,andthatthismanwasDefarge.
　　That,hereuponhehadascertained,throughtheregistersonthetable,thathisson-in-lawwasamongthelivingprisoners,andhadpleadedhardtotheTribunal——ofwhomsomememberswereasleepandsomeawake,somedirtywithmurderandsomeclean,somesoberandsomenot——forhislifeandliberty.That,inthefirstfranticgreetingslavishedonhimselfasanotablesuffererundertheover-thrownsystem,ithadbeenaccordedtohimtohaveCharlesDarnaybroughtbeforethelawlessCourt,andexamined.That,heseemedonthepointofbeingatoncereleased,whenthetideinhisfavourmetwithsomeunexplainedchecknotintelligibletotheDoctor,whichledtoafewwordsofsecretconference.That,themansittingasPresidenthadtheninformedDoctorManettethattheprisonermustremainincustody,butshouldforhissake,beheldinviolateinsafecustody.That,immediately,onasignal,theprisonerwasremovedtotheinterioroftheprisonagain;but,thatlie,theDoctor,hadthensostronglypleadedforpermissiontoremainandassurehimselfthathisson-in-lawwas,throughnomaliceormischance,deliveredtotheconcoursewhosemurderousyellsoutsidethegatehadoftendrownedtheproceedings,thatliehadobtainedthepermission,andhadremainedinthatHallofBlooduntilthedangerwasover.
　　Thesightshehadseenthere,withbriefsnatchesoffoodandsleepbyintervals,shallremainuntold.Themadjobovertheprisonerswhoweresaved,hadastoundedhimscarcelylessthanthemadferocityagainstthosewhowerecuttopieces.Oneprisonertherewas,liesaid,whohadbeendischargedintothestreetfree,butatwhomamistakensavagehadthrustapikeasliepassedout.Beingbesoughttogotohimanddressthewound,theDoctorhadpassedoutatthesamegate,andhadfoundhiminthearmsofacompanyofSamaritans,whowereseatedonthebodiesoftheirvictims.Withaninconsistencyasmonstrousasanythinginthisawfulnightmare,theyhadhelpedthehealer,andtendedthewoundedmanwiththegentlestsolicitude——hadmadealitterforhimandescortedhimcarefullyfromthespot——hadthencaughtuptheirweaponsandplungedanewintoabutcherysodreadful,thattheDoctorhadcoveredhiseyeswithhishands,andswoonedawayinthemidstofit.
　　AsMr.Lorryreceivedtheseconfidences,andashewatchedthefaceofhisfriendnowsixty-twoyearsofage,amisgivingarosewithinhimthatsuchdreadexperienceswouldrevisetheolddanger.But,hehadneverseenhisfriendinhi,presentaspect:hehadneveratallknownhiminhispresentcharacter.ForthefirsttimetheDoctorfelt,now,thathissufferingwasstrengthandpower.Forthefirsttimeheleftthatinthatsharpfire,liehadslowlyforgedtheironwhichcouldbreaktheprisondoorofhisdaughter'shusband,anddeliverhim.`Italltendedtoagoodend,myfriend;itwasnotmerewasteandruin.Asmybelovedchildwashelpfulinrestoringmetomyself,Iwillbehelpfulnowinrestoringthedearestpartofherselftoher;bytheaidofHeavenIwilldoit!'Thus,DoctorManette.AndwhenJarvisLorrysawthekindledeyes,theresoluteface,thecalmstronglookandbearingofthemanwhoselifealwaysseemedtohimtohavebeenstopped,likeaclock,forsomanyyears,andthensetgoingagainwithanenergywhichhadlaindormantduringthecessationofitsusefulness,hebelieved.
　　GreaterthingsthantheDoctorhadatthattimetocontendwith,wouldhaveyieldedbeforehisperseveringpurpose.Whilehekepthimselfinhisplace,asaphysician,whosebusinesswaswithalldegreesofmankind,bondandfree,richandpoor,badandgood,heusedhispersonalinfluencesowisely,thathewassoontheinspectingphysicianofthreeprisons,andamongthemofLaForce.HecouldnowassureLuciethatherhusbandwasnolongerconfinedalone,butwasmixedwiththegeneralbodyofprisoners;hesawherhusbandweekly,andbroughtsweetmessagestoher,straightfromhislips;sometimesherhusbandhimselfsentalettertoherthoughneverbytheDoctor'shand,butshewasnotpermittedtowritetohim:for,amongthemanywildsuspicionsofplotsintheprisons,thewildestofallpointedatemigrantswhowereknowntohavemadefriendsorpermanentconnectionsabroad.
　　ThisnewlifeoftheDoctor'swasananxiouslife,nodoubt;still,thesagaciousMr.Lorrysawthattherewasanewsustainingprideinit.Nothingunbecomingtingedthepride;itwasanaturalandworthyone;butheobserveditasacuriosity.TheDoctorknew,thatuptothattime,hisimprisonmenthadbeenassociatedinthemindsofhisdaughterandhisfriend,withhispersonalaffliction,deprivation,andweakness.Nowthatthiswaschanged,andheknewhimselftobeinvestedthroughthatoldtrialwithforcestowhichtheybothlookedforCharles'sultimatesafetyanddeliverance,hebecamesofarexaltedbythechange,thathetooktheleadanddirection,andrequiredthemastheweak,totrusttohimasthestrong.TheprecedingrelativepositionsofhimselfandLuciewerereversed,yetonlyastheliveliestgratitudeandaffectioncouldreversethem,forhecouldhavehadnopridebutinrenderingsomeservicetoherwhohadrenderedsomuchtohim.`Allcurioustosee,'thoughtMr.Lorry,inhisamiablyshrewdway,`butallnaturalandright;so,takethelead,mydearfriend,andkeepit;itcouldn'tbeinbetterhands.'