Thecoffee-roomhadnootheroccupant，thatforenoon，thanthegentlemaninbrown。Hisbreakfast-tablewasdrawnbeforethefire，andashesat，withitslightshiningonhim，waitingforthemeal，hesatsostill，thathemighthavebeensittingforhisportrait。
Veryorderlyandmethodicalhelooked，withahandoneachknee，andaloudwatchtickingasonoroussermonunderhisflappedwaistcoat，asthoughitpitteditsgravityandlongevityagainstthelevityandevanescenceofthebriskfire。Hehadagoodleg，andwasalittlevainofit，forhisbrownstockingsfittedsleekandclose，andwereofafinetexture；
hisshoesandbuckles，too，thoughplain，weretrim。Heworeanoddlittlesleekcrispflaxenwig，settingveryclosetohishead:whichwig，itistobepresumed，wasmadeofhair，butwhichlookedfarmoreasthoughitwerespunfromfilamentsofsilkorglass。Hislinen，thoughnotofafinenessinaccordancewithhisstockings，wasaswhiteasthetopsofthewavesthatbrokeupontheneighbouringbeach，orthespecksofsailthatglintedinthesunlightfaratsea。Afacehabituallysuppressedandquieted，wasstilllightedupunderthequaintwigbyapairofmoistbrighteyesthatitmusthavecosttheirowner，inyearsgoneby，somepainstodrilltothecomposedandreservedexpressionofTellson'sBank。Hehadahealthycolourinhischeeks，andhisface，thoughlined，borefewtracesofanxiety。
But，perhapstheconfidentialbachelorclerksinTellson'sBankwereprincipallyoccupiedwiththecaresofotherpeople；andperhapssecond-handcares，likesecond-handclothes，comeeasilyoffandon。
Completinghisresemblancetoamanwhowassittingforhisportrait，Mr。Lorrydroppedofftosleep。Thearrivalofhisbreakfastrousedhim，andhesaidtothedrawer，ashemovedhischairtoit:
`Iwishaccommodationpreparedforayoungladywhomaycomehereatanytimeto-day。ShemayaskforMr。JarvisLorry，orshemayonlyaskforagentlemanfromTellson'sBank。Pleasetoletmeknow。
`Yes，sir。Tellson'sBankinLondon，sir?'
`Yes。'
`Yes，sir。WehaveoftentimesthehonourtoentertainyourgentlemenintheirtravellingbackwardsandforwardsbetwixtLondonandParis，sir。
Avastdealoftravelling，sir，inTellsonandCompany'sHouse。'
`Yes。WearequiteaFrenchHouse，aswellasanEnglishone。'
`Yes，sir。Notmuchinthehabitofsuchtravellingyour-self，Ithink，sir?'
`Notoflateyears。Itisfifteenyearssincewe——sinceI——camelastfromFrance。'
`Indeed，sir?Thatwasbeforemytimehere，sir。Beforeourpeople'stimehere，sir。TheGeorgewasinotherhandsatthattime，sir。'
`Ibelieveso。'
`ButIwouldholdaprettywager，sir，thataHouselikeTellsonandCompanywasflourishing，amatteroffifty，nottospeakoffifteenyearsago?'
`Youmighttreblethat，andsayahundredandfifty，yetnotbefarfromthetruth。'
`Indeed，sir!'
Roundinghismouthandbothhiseyes，ashesteppedbackwardfromthetable，thewaitershiftedhisnapkinfromhis-rightarmtohisleft，droppedintoacomfortableattitude，andstoodsurveyingtheguestwhileheateanddrank，asfromanobservatoryorwatch-tower。Accordingtotheimmemorialusageofwaitersinallages。
WhenMr。Lorryhadfinishedhisbreakfast，hewentoutforastrollonthebeach。Thelittlenarrow，crookedtownofDoverhiditselfawayfromthebeach，andranitsheadintothechalkcliffs，likeamarineostrich。
Thebeachwasadesertofheapsofseaandstonestumblingwildlyabout，andtheseadidwhatitliked，andwhatitlikedwasdestruction。Itthunderedatthetown，andthunderedatthecliffs，andbroughtthecoastdown，madly。
Theairamongthehouseswasofsostrongapiscatoryflavourthatonemighthavesupposedsickfishwentuptobedippedinit，assickpeoplewentdowntobedippedinthesea。Alittlefishingwasdoneintheport，andaquantityofstrollingaboutbynight，andlookingseaward:particularlyatthosetimeswhenthetidemade，andwasnearflood。Smalltradesmen，whodidnobusinesswhatever，sometimesunaccountablyrealisedlargefortunes，anditwasremarkablethatnobodyintheneighbourhoodcouldendurealamplighter。
Asthedaydeclinedintotheafternoon，andtheair，whichhadbeenatintervalsclearenoughtoallowtheFrenchcoasttobeseen，becameagainchargedwithmistandvapour，Mr。Lorry'sthoughtsseemedtocloudtoo。Whendark，andhesatbeforethecoffee-roomfire，awaitinghisdinnerashehadawaitedhisbreakfast，hismindwasdigging，digging，digging，intheliveredcoals。
Abottleofgoodclaretafterdinnerdoesadiggerintheredcoalsnoharm，otherwisethanasithasatendencytothrowhimoutofwork。Mr。Lorryhadbeenidlealoandhadjustpouredouthislastglassfulofwinecompleteanappearanceofsatisfactionasisevertobefoundinanelderlygentlemanofafreshcomplexionwhohasgottotheendofabottle，whenarattlingofwheelscameupthenarrowstreet，andrumbledintotheinn-yard。
Hesetdownhisglassuntouched。`ThisisMam'selle!'saidhe。
InaveryfewminutesthewaitercameintoannouncethatMissManettehadarrivedfromLondon，and"，happytoseethegentlemanfromTellson's。
`Sosoon?'
MissManettehadtakensomerefreshmentontheroad，andrequirednonethen，andwasextremelyanxioustoseethegentlemanfromTellson'simmediately，ifitsuitedhispleasureandconvenience。
ThegentlemanfromTellson'shadnothingleftforitbuttoemptyhisglasswithanairofstoliddesperation，settlehisoddlittleflaxenwigattheears，andfollowthewaitertoMissManette'sapartment。Itwasalarge，darkroom，furnishedinafunerealmannerwithblackhorsehair，andloadedwithheavydarktables。Thesehadbeenoiled，untilthetwotallcandlesonthetableintheoftheroomweregloomilyreflectedoneveryleaf；wereburied，indeepgravesofblackmahogany，andtospeakofcouldbeexpectedfromthemuntilthedugout。
TheobscuritywassodifficulttopenetratethatMrLorry，pickinghiswayoverthewell-wornTurkeycarpet，supposedMissManettetobe，forthemoment，insomeadjacentroom，until，havinggotpastthetwotallcandles，hesawtoreceivehimbythetablebetweenthemandtheyoungladyofnotmorethanseventeen，inariding-cloak，andstillholdingherstrawtravelling-hatbyitsribboninherhand。Ashiseyesrestedonashort，slight，prettyfigure，aquantityofgoldenhair，apairofblueeyesthatmethisownwithaninquiringlook，andaforeheadwithasingularcapacity(rememberinghowyoungandsmoothitwasofliftingandknittingitselfintoanexpressionthatwasnotquiteoneofperplexity，orwonder，oralarmormerelyofabrightfixedattention，thoughisincludedallthefourexpressions——ashiseyesrestedonthesethings，asuddenvividlikenesspassedbeforehim，ofachildwhomhehadheldinhisarmsonthepassageacrossthatveryChannel，onecoldtime，whenthehaildriftedheavilyandthesearanhigh。Thelikenesspassedaway，likeabreathalongthesurfaceofthegauntpier-glassbehindher，ontheframeofwhich，ahospitalprocessionofnegrocupids，severalhead-lessandallcripples，wereofferingblackbasketsofDeadSeafruittoblackdivinitiesofthefemininegender——andhemadehisformalbowtoMissManette。
`Praytakeaseat，sir。'Inaveryclearandpleasantyoungvoice；
alittleforeigninitsaccent，butaverylittleindeed。
`Ikissyourhand，miss，'saidMr。Lorry，withthemannersofanearlierdate，ashemadehisformalbowagain，andtookhisseat。
`IreceivedaletterfromtheBank，sir，yesterday，informingmethatsomeintelligence——ordiscovery——
`Thewordisnotmaterial，miss；eitherwordwilldo。'
`——respectingthesmallpropertyofmypoorfather，whomIneversaw——solongdead——'
Mr。Lorrymovedinhischair，andcastatroubledlooktowardsthehospitalprocessionofnegrocupids。Asiftheyhadanyhelpforanybodyintheirabsurdbaskets!
`——rendereditnecessarythatIshouldgotoParis，theretocommunicatewithagentlemanoftheBank，sogoodastobedespatchedtoParisforthepurpose。'
`Myself'
`AsIwaspreparedtohear，sir。'
Shecurtseyedtohim(youngladiesmadecurtseysinthosedays)，withaprettydesiretoconveytohimthatshefelthowmucholderandwiserhewasthanshe。Hemadeheranotherbow。
`IrepliedtotheBank，sir，thatasitwasconsiderednecessary，bythosewhoknow，andwhoaresokindastoadviseme，thatIshouldgotoFrance，andthatasIamanorphanandhavenofriendwhocouldgowithme，IshouldesteemithighlyifImightbepermittedtoplacemyself，duringthejourney，underthatworthygentleman'sprotection。ThegentlemanhadleftLondon，butIthinkamessengerwassentafterhimtobegthefavourofhiswaitingformehere。'
`Iwashappy，'saidMr。Lorry，`tobeentrustedwiththecharge。
Ishallbemorehappytoexecuteit。'
`Sir，Ithankyouindeed。Ithankyouverygratefully。ItwastoldmebytheBankthatthegentlemanwouldexplaintomethedetailsofthebusiness，andthatImustpreparemyselftofindthemofasurprisingnature。Ihavedonemybesttopreparemyself，andInaturallyhaveastrongandeagerinteresttoknowwhattheyare。
`Naturally，'saidMr。Lorry。`Yes——I——'
Alterapause，headded，againsettlingthecrispflaxenwigattheears:
`Itisverydifficulttobegin。'
Hedidnotbegin，but，inhisindecision，metherglance。
Theyoungforeheadlifteditselfintothatsingularexpression——butitwasprettyandcharacteristic，besidesbeingsingular——andsheraisedherhand，asifwithaninvoluntaryactionshecaughtat，orstayedsomepassingshadow。
`Areyouquiteastrangertome，sir?'
`AmInot?'Mr。Lorryopenedhishands，andextendedthemoutwardswithanargumentativesmile。
Betweentheeyebrowsandjustoverthelittlefemininenose，thelineofwhichwasasdelicateandfineasitwaspossibletobe，theexpressiondeepeneditselfasshetookherseatthoughtfullyinthechairbywhichshehadhithertoremainedstanding。Hewatchedherasshemused，andthemomentsheraisedhereyesagain，wenton:
`Inyouradoptedcountry，Ipresume，IcannotdobetterthanaddressyouasayoungEnglishlady，MissManette?'
`Ifyouplease，sir。'
`MissManette，Iamamanofbusiness。Ihaveabusinesschargetoacquitmyselfof。Inyourreceptionofit，don'theedmeanymorethanifIwasaspeakingmachine——truly，Iamnotmuchelse。Iwill，withyourleave，relatetoyou，miss，thestoryofoneofourcustomers。'
`Story!'
Heseemedwilfullytomistakethewordshehadrepeated，whenheadded，inahurry，`Yes，customers；inthebankingbusinessweusuallycallourconnexionourcustomers。HewasaFrenchgentleman；ascientificgentleman；amanofgreatacquirements——aDoctor。'
`NotofBeauvais?'
`Why，yes，ofBeauvais。LikeMonsieurManette，yourfather，thegentlemanwasofBeauvais。LikeMonsieurManette，yourfather，thegentlemanwasofreputeinParis。Ihadthehonourofknowinghimthere。Ourrelationswerebusinessrelations，butconfidential。IwasatthattimeinourFrench——House，andhadbeen——oh!twentyyears。'
`Atthattime——Imayask，atwhattime，sir?'
`Ispeak，miss，oftwentyyearsago。Hemarried——anEnglishlady——andIwasoneofthetrustees。Hisaffairs，liketheaffairsofmanyotherFrenchgentlemenandFrenchfamilies，wereentirelyinTellson'shands。
InasimilarwayIam，orIhavebeen，trusteeofonekindorotherforscoresofourcustomers。Thesearemerebusinessrelations，miss；thereisnofriendshipinthem，noparticularinterest，nothinglikesentiment。
Ihavepassedfromonetoanother，iiithecourseofmybusinesslife，justasIpassfromoneofourcustomerstoanotherinthecourseofmybusinessday；inshort，Ihavenofeelings；Iamameremachine。Togoon——
`Butthisismyfather'sstory，sir；andIbegintothink'——thecuriouslyroughenedforeheadwasveryintentuponhim——'thatwhenIwasleftanorphanthroughmymother'ssurvivingmyfatheronlytwoyears，itwasyouwhobroughtmetoEngland。Iamalmostsureitwasyou。
Mr。Lorrytookthehesitatinglittlehandthatconfidinglyadvancedtotakehis，andheputitwithsomeceremonytohislips。Hethenconductedtheyoungladystraightawaytoherchairagain，and，holdingthechair-backwithhislefthand，andusinghisrightbyturnstorubhischin，pullhiswigattheears，orpointwhatliesaid，stoodlookingdownintoherfacewhileshesatlookingupintohis。
`MissManette，itwasI。AndyouwillseehowtrulyIspokeofmyselfjustnow，insayingIhadnofeelings，andthatalltherelationsIholdwithmyfellow-creaturesaremerebusinessrelations，whenyoureflectthatIhaveneverseenyousince。No；youhavebeenthewardofTellsonsHousesince，andIhavebeenbusywiththeotherbusinessofTellsonsHousesince。FeelingsIhavenotimeforthem，nochanceofthem。Ipassmywholelife，miss，inturninganimmensepecuniaryMangle。'
Afterthisodddescriptionofhisdailyroutineofemployment，Mr。Lorryflattenedhisflaxenwiguponhisheadwithbothhands(whichwasmostunnecessary，fornothingcouldbeflatterthanitsshiningsurfacewasbefore)，andresumedhisformerattitude。
`Sofar，miss(asyouhaveremarked)，thisisthestoryofyourregrettedfather。Nowcomesthedifference。Ifyourfatherhadnotdiedwhenhedid——Don'tbefrightened!Howyoustart!'
Shedid，indeed，start。Andshecaughthiswristwithbothherhands。
`Pray，'saidMr。Lorry，inasoothingtone，bringinghi'lefthandfromthebackofthechairtolayitonthesupplicatoryfingersthatclaspedhiminsoviolentatremble；`praycontrolyouragitation——amatterofbusiness。AsIwassaying——'
Herlooksodiscomposedhimthathestopped，wanderedandbegananew:
`AsIwassaying；ifMonsieurManettehadnotdied；ifhehadsuddenlyandsilentlydisappeared；ifhehadbeenspiritedaway；ifithadnotbeendifficulttoguesstowhatdreadfulplace，thoughnoartcouldtracehim；ifhehadanenemyinsomecompatriotwhocouldexerciseaprivilegethatIinmyowntimehaveknowntheboldestpeopleafraidtospeakofinawhisper，acrossthewaterthere；forinstancetheprivilegeoffillingupblankformsfortheconsignmentofanyonetotheoblivionofaprisonforanylengthoftimeifhiswifehadimploredtheking，thequeen，thecourt，theclergy，foranytidingsofhim，andallquiteinvain；——thenthehistoryofyourfatherwouldhavebeenthehistoryofthisunfortunategentleman，theDoctorofBeauvais。
`Ientreatyoutotellmemore，sir。'
`Iwill。Iamgoingto。Youcanbearit?'
`Icanbearanythingbuttheuncertaintyyouleavemeinatthismoment。
`Youspeakcollectedly，andyou——arecollected。`Thatgood!'(Thoughhismannerwaslesssatisfiedthanhiwords。)`Amatterofbusiness。Regarditasamattero-business-businessthatmustbedone。Nowifthisdoctor'swife，thoughaladyofgreatcourageandspirit，hadsufferedsointenselyfromthiscausebeforeherlittlechildwasborn——'
`Thelittlechildwasadaughter，sir?'
`Adaughter。A——a——matterofbusiness——don'tbedistressed。Miss，ifthepoorladyhadsufferedsointenselybeforeherlittlechildwasborn，thatshecametothedeterminationofsparingthepoorchildtheinheritanceofanypartoftheagonyshehadknownthepainsof，byrearingherinthebeliefthatherfatherwasdead——No，don'tkneel!InHeaven'snamewhyshouldyoukneeltome?'
`Forthetruth。Odear，good，compassionatesir，forthetruth!'
`A——amatterofbusiness。Youconfuseme，andhowcanItransactbusinessifIamconfused?Letusbeclear-headed。Ifyoucouldkindlymentionnow，forinstance，whatninetimesninepenceare，orhowmanyshillingsintwentyguineas，itwouldbesoencouraging。Ishouldbesomuchmoreatmyeaseaboutyourstateofmind。'
Withoutdirectlyansweringtothisappeal，shesatsostillwhenhehadverygentlyraisedher，andthehandsthathadnotceasedtoclasphiswristsweresomuchmoresteadythantheyhadbeen，thatshecommunicatedsomereassurancetoMr。JarvisLorry。
`That'sright，that'sright。Courage!Business!Youhavebusinessbeforeyou；usefulbusiness。MissManette，yourmothertookthiscoursewithyou。Andwhenshedied——Ibelievebroken-hearted——havingneverslackenedherunavailingsearchforyourfather，sheleftyou，attwoyearsold，togrowtobeblooming，beautiful，andhappy，withoutthedarkclouduponyouoflivinginuncertaintywhetheryourfathersoonworehisheartoutinprison，orwastedtherethroughmanylingeringyears。'
Ashesaidthewordshelookeddown，withanadmiringpity，ontheflowinggoldenhair；asifhepicturedtohim-selfthatitmighthavebeenalreadytingedwithgrey。
`Youknowthatyourparentshadnogreatpossession，andthatwhattheyhadwassecuredtoyourmotherandtoyou。Therehasbeennonewdiscovery，ofmoney，orofanyotherproperty；but——
Hefelthiswristheldcloser，andhestopped。Theexpressionintheforehead，whichhadsoparticularlyattractedhisnotice，andwhichwasnowimmovable，haddeepenedintooneofpainandhorror。
`Buthehasbeen-beenfound。Heisalive。Greatlychanged，itistooprobable；almostawreck，itispossible；thoughwewillhopethebest。Still，alive。YourfatherhasbeentakentothehouseofanoldservantinParis，andwearegoingthere:I，toidentifyhimifIcan:you，torestorehimtolife，love，duty，rest，comfort。'
Ashiverranthroughherframe，andfromitthroughhis。Shesaid，inalow，distinct，awe-strickenvoice，asifsheweresayingitinadream，`IamgoingtoseehisGhost!ItwillbehisGhost——nothim!'
Mr。Lorryquietlychafedthehandsthatheldhisarm。`There，there，there!Seenow，seenow!Thebestandtheworstareknowntoyou，now。Youarewellonyourwaytothepoorwrongedgentleman，and，withafairseavoyage，andafairlandjourney，youwillbesoonathisdearside。'
Sherepeatedinthesametone，sunktoawhisper，`Ihavebeenfree，Ihavebeenhappy，yethisGhosthasneverhauntedme!'
`Onlyonethingmore，'saidMr。Lorry，layingstressuponitasawholesomemeansofenforcingherattention:`hehasbeenfoundunderanothername；hisown，longforgottenorlongconcealed。Itwouldbeworsethanuselessnowtoinquirewhich；worsethanuselesstoseektoknowwhetherhehasbeenforyearsoverlooked，oralwaysdesignedlyheldprisoner。Itwouldbeworsethanuselessnowtomakeanyinquiries，becauseitwouldbedangerous。Betternottomentionthesubject，anywhereorinanyway，andtoremovehim——forawhileatallevents——outofFrance。EvenI，safeasanEnglishman，andevenTellson's，importantastheyaretoFrenchcredit，avoidallnamingofthematter。Icarryaboutme，notascrapofwritingopenlyreferringtoit。Thisisasecretservicealtogether。Mycredentials，entries，andmemoranda，areallcomprehendedintheoneline，"RecalledtoLife；"whichmaymeananything。Butwhatisthematter?Shedoesn'tnoticeaword!MissManette!'
Perfectlystillandsilent，andnotevenfallenbackinherchair，shesatunderhishand，utterlyinsensible；withhereyesopenandfixeduponhim，andwiththatlastexpressionlookingasifitwerecarvedorbrandedintoherforehead。Soclosewasherholduponhisarm，thathefearedtodetachhimselflestheshouldhurther；thereforehecalledoutloudlyforassistancewithoutmoving。
Awild-lookingwoman，whomeveninhisagitation，Mr。Lorryobservedtobeallofaredcolour，andtohaveredhair，andtobedressedinsomeextraordinarytightfittingfashion，andtohaveonherheadamostwonderfulbonnetlikeaGrenadierwoodenmeasure，andgoodmeasuretoo，oragreatStiltoncheese，camerunningintotheroominadvanceoftheinnservants，andsoonsettledthequestionofhisdetachmentfromthepooryounglady，bylayingabrawnyhanduponhischest，andsendinghimflyingbackagainstthenearestwall。
(`Ireallythinkthismustbeaman!'wasMr。Lorry'sbreathlessreflection，simultaneouslywithhiscomingagainstthewall。)
`Why，lookatyouall!'bawledthisfigure，addressingtheinnservants。`Whydon'tyougoandfetchthings，insteadofstandingtherestaringatme?Iamnotsomuchtolookat，amI?Whydon'tyougoandfetchthings?I'llletyouknow，ifyoudon'tbringsmelling-salts，coldwater，andvinegar，quick，Iwill。'
Therewasanimmediatedispersalfortheserestoratives，andshesoftlylaidthepatientonasofa，andtendedherwithgreatskillandgentleness:callingher`myprecious!'and`mybird!'andspreadinghergoldenhairasideoverhershoulderswithgreatprideandcare。
`Andyouinbrown!'shesaid，indignantlyturningtoMr。Lorry；
`couldn'tyoutellherwhatyouhadtotellher，withoutfrighteninghertodeath?Lookather，withherprettypalefaceandhercoldhands。DoyoucallthatbeingaBanker?'
Mr。Lorrywassoexceedinglydisconcertedbyaquestionsohardtoanswer，thathecouldonlylookon，atadistance，withmuchfeeblersympathyandhumility，whilethestrongwoman，havingbanishedtheinnservantsunderthemysteriouspenaltyof`lettingthemknow'somethingnotmentionediftheystayedthere，staring，recoveredherchargebyaregularseriesofgradations，andcoaxedhertolayherdroopingheaduponhershoulder。
`Ihopeshewilldowellnow，'saidMr。Lorry。
`Nothankstoyouinbrown，ifshedoes。Mydarlingpretty!'
`Ihope，'saidMr。Lorry，afteranotherpauseoffeeblesympathyandhumility，`thatyouaccompanyMissManettetoFrance?'
`Alikelything，too!'repliedthestrongwoman。`IfitwaseverintendedthatIshouldgoacrosssaltwater，doyousupposeProvidencewouldhavecastmylotinanisland?'
Thisbeinganotherquestionhardtoanswer，Mr。JarvisLorrywithdrewtoconsiderit。
[NextChapter][TableofContents]ATaleofTwoCities:BooktheFirst[PreviousChapter][TableofContents]CHAPTERVTheWine-shopALARGEcaskofwinehadbeendroppedandbroken，street。Theaccidenthadhappenedingettingitoutofacart；thecaskhadtumbledoutwitharun，thehoopshadburst，anditlayonthestonesjustoutsidethedoorofthewine-shop，shatteredlikeawalnut-shell。
Allthepeoplewithinreachhadsuspendedtheirbusinessortheiridleness，toruntothespotanddrinkthewine。Therough，irregularstonesofthestreet，pointingeveryway，anddesigned，onemighthavethought，expresslytolamealllivingcreaturesthatapproachedthem，haddammeditintolittlepools；theseweresurrounded，eachbyitsownjostlinggrouporcrowd，accordingtoitssize。Somemenkneeleddown，madescoopsoftheirtwohandsjoined，andsipped，ortriedtohelpwomen，whobentovertheirshoulderstosip，beforethewinehadallrunoutbetweentheirfingers。
Others，menandwomen，dippedinthepuddleswithlittlemugsofmutilatedearthenware，orevenwithhandkerchiefsfromwomen'sheads，whichweresqueezeddryintoinfantsmouths；othersmadesmallmudembankments，tostemthewineasitran；others，directedbylookers-onupathighwindows，dartedhereandthere，tocutofflittlestreamsofwinethatstartedawayinnewdirections；othersdevotedthemselvestothesoddenandlee-dyedpiecesofthecasklicking，andevenchampingthemoisterwine-rottedfragmentswitheagerrelish。Therewasnodrainagetocarryoffthewine，andnotonlydiditallgettakenup，butsomuchmudgottakenupalongwithit，thattheremighthavebeenascavengerinthestreet，ifanybodyacquaintedwithitcouldhavebelievedinsuchamiraculouspresence。
Ashrillsoundoflaughterandofamusedvoices——voicesofmen，women，andchildren——resoundedinthestreetwhilethiswinegamelasted。
Therewaslittleroughnessinthespotandmuchplayfulness。Therewasaspecialcompanionshipinit，anobservableinclinationonthepartofeveryonetojoinsomeotherone，whichled，especiallyamongtheluckierorlighter-hearted，tofrolicsomeembraces，drinkingofhealths，shakingofhands，andevenjoiningofhandsanddancing，adozentogether。Whenthewinewasgone，andtheplaceswhereithadbeenmostabundantwererakedintoagridiron-patternbyfingers，thesedemonstrationsceased，assuddenlyastheyhadbrokenout。Themanwhohadlefthissawstickinginthefirewoodhewascutting，setitinmotionagain；thewomanwhohadleftonadoor-stepthelittlepotofhotashes，atwhichshehadbeentryingtosoftenthepaininherownstarvedfingersandtoes，orinthoseofherchild，returnedtoit；menwithbarearms，mattedlocks，andcadaverousfaces，whohademergedintothewinterlightfromcellars，movedaway，todescendagain；andagloomgatheredonthescenethatappearedmorenaturaltoitthansunshine。
Thewinewasredwine，andhadstainedthegroundofthenarrowstreetinthesuburbofSaintAntoine，inParis，whereitwasspilled。
Ithadstainedmanyhands，too，andmanyfaces，andmanynakedfeet，andmanywoodenshoes。Thehandsofthemanwhosawedthewood，leftredmarksonthebillets；andtheforeheadofthewomanwhonursedherbaby，wasstainedwiththestainoftheoldragshewoundaboutherheadagain。Thosewhohadbeengreedywiththestavesofthecask，hadacquiredatigerishsmearaboutthemouth；andonetalljokersobesmirched，hisheadmoreoutofalongsqualidbagofanight-capthaninit，scrawleduponawallwithhisfingerdippedinmuddywine-lees——BLOOD。
Thetimewastocome，whenthatwinetoowouldbespilledonthestreet-stones，andwhenthestainofitwouldbereduponmanythere。
AndnowthatthecloudsettledonSaintAntoine，whichamomentarygleamhaddrivenfromhissacredcountenance，thedarknessofitwasheavy——cold，dirt，sickness，ignorance，andwant，werethelordsinwaitingonthesaintlypresence——noblesofgreatpowerallofthem；but，mostespeciallythelast。
Samplesofapeoplethathadundergoneaterriblegrindingandre-grindinginthemill，andcertainlynotinthefabulousmillwhichgroundoldpeopleyoung，shiveredateverycorner，passedinandoutateverydoorway，lookedfromeverywindow，flutteredineveryvestigeofagarmentthatthewindshock。Themillwhichhadworkedthemdown，wasthemillthatgrindsyoungpeopleold；thechildrenhadancientfacesandgravevoices；anduponthem，anduponthegrownfaces，andploughedintoeveryfurrowofageandcomingupafresh，wasthesign，Hunger。Itwasprevalenteverywhere。Hungerwaspushedoutofthetallhouses，inthewretchedclothingthathunguponpolesandlines；Hungerwaspatchedintothemwithstrawandragandwoodandpaper；Hungerwasrepeatedineveryfragmentofthesmallmodicumoffirewoodthatthemansawedoff；Hungerstareddownfromthesmokelesschimneys，andstartedupfromthefilthystreetthathadnooffal，amongitsrefuse，ofanythingtoeat。Hungerwastheinscriptiononthebaker'sshelves，writtenineverysmallloafofhisScantystockofbadbread；
atthesausage-shop，ineverydead-dogpreparationthatwasofferedforsale。Hungerrattleditsdrybonesamongtheroastingchestnutsintheturnedcylinder；Hungerwasshredintoatomiesineveryfarthingporringerofhuskychipsofpotato，friedwithsomereluctantdropsofoil。
Itsabidingplacewasinallthingsfittedtoit。Anarrowwindingstreet，fullofoffenceandstench，withothernarrowwindingstreetsdiverging，allpeopledbyragsandnightcaps，andallsmellingofragsandnightcaps，andallvisiblethingswithabroodinglookuponthemthatlookedill。
Inthehuntedairofthepeopletherewasyetsomewild-beastthoughtofthepossibilityofturningatbay。Depressedandslinkingthoughtheywere，eyesoffirewerenotwantingamongthem；norcompressedlips，whitewithwhattheysuppressed；norforeheadsknittedintothelikenessofthegallows-ropetheymusedaboutenduring，orinflicting。Thetradesigns(andtheywerealmostasmanyastheshops)were，all，grimillustrationsofWant。Thebutcherandtheporkmanpaintedup，onlytheleanestscragsofmeat；thebaker，thecoarsestofmeagreloaves。Thepeoplerudelypicturedasdrinkinginthewine-shops，croakedovertheirscantymeasuresofthinwineandbeer，andweregloweringlyconfidentialtogether。Nothingwasrepresentedinaflourishingcondition，savetoolsandweapons；but，thecutler'sknivesandaxesweresharpandbright，thesmith'shammers-wereheavy，andthegunmaker'sstockwasmurderous。Thecripplingstonesofthepavement，withtheirmanylittlereservoirsofmudandwater，hadnofootways，butbrokeoffabruptlyatthedoors。Thekennel，tomakeamends，randownthemiddleofthestreet——whenitranatall:whichwasonlyafterheavyrains，andthenitran，bymanyeccentricfits，intothehouses。Acrossthestreets，atwideintervals，oneclumsylampwasslungbyaropeandpulley；atnight，whenthelamplighterhadletthesedown，andlighted，andhoistedthemagain，afeeblegroveofdimwicksswunginasicklymanneroverhead，asiftheywereatsea。Indeedtheywereatsea，andtheshipandcrewwereinperiloftempest。
For，thetimewastocome，whenthegauntscarecrowsofthatregionshouldhavewatchedthelamplighter，intheiridlenessandhunger，solong，astoconceivetheideaofimprovingonhismethod，andhaulingupmenbythoseropesandpulleys，toflareuponthedarknessoftheircondition。
But，thetimewasnotcomeyet；andeverywindthatblewoverFranceshooktheragsofthescarecrowsinvain，forthebirds，fineofsongandfeather，tooknowarning。
Thewine-shopwasacomershop，betterthanmostother'initsappearanceanddegree，andthemasterofthewineshophadstoodoutsideit，inayellowwaistcoatandgreenbreeches，lookingonatthestruggleforthelostwine。`It''notmyaffair，'saidhe，withafinalshrugoftheshoulders，`Thepeoplefromthemarketdidit。Letthembringanother。
There，hiseyeshappeningtocatchthetalljokerwritinguphisjoke，hecalledtohimacrosstheway:
`Say，then，myGaspard，whatdoyoudothere?'
Thefellowpointedtohisjokewithimmensesignificanceasisoftenthewaywithhistribe。Itmisseditsmark，andcompletelyfailed，asisoftenthewaywithhistribetoo。
`Whatnow?Areyouasubjectforthemadhospital?'saidthewine-shopkeeper，crossingtheroad，andobliteratingthejestwithahandfulofmud，pickedupforthepurposeandsmearedoverit。`Whydoyouwriteinthepublicstreets?Isthere——tellmethou——istherenootherplacetowritesuchwordsin?'
Inhisexpostulationhedroppedhiscleanerhand(perhapsaccidentally，perhapsnot)uponthejoker'sheart。Thejokerappeditwithhisown，tookanimblespringupward，andcamedowninafantasticdancingattitude，withoneofhisstainedshoesjerkedoffhisfootintohishand，andheldoutAjokerofanextremely，nottosaywolfishlypracticalcharacter，helooked，underthosecircumstances。
`Putiton，putiton，'saidtheother。`Callwine，wineandfinishthere。'Withthatadvice，hewipedhissoiledhanduponthejoker'sdress，suchasitwas——quitedeliberately，ashavingdirtiedthehandonhisaccount；
andthenre-crossedtheroadandenteredthewine-shop。
Thiswine-shopkeeperwasabull-necked'，martial-lookingmanofthirty，andheshouldhavebeanofahottemperament，for，althoughitwasabitterday，heworenocoat，butcarriedoneslungoverhisshoulder。
Hisshirt-sleeveswererolledup，too，andhisbrownarmswerebaretotheelbows。Neitherdidhewearanythingmoreonhisheadthanhisowncrisply-curlingshortdarkhair。Hewasadarkmanaltogether，withgoodeyesandagoodboldbreadthbetweenthem。Good-humouredlookingonthewhole，butimplacable-looking，too；evidentlyamanofastrongresolutionandasetpurpose；amannotdesirabletobemet，rushingdownanarrowpasswithagulfoneitherside，fornothingwouldturntheman。
MadameDefarge，hiswife，satintheshopbehindthecounterashecamein。MadameDefargewasastoutwomanofabouthisownage，withawatchfuleyethatseldomseemedtolookatanything，alargehandheavilyringed，asteadyface，strongfeatures，andgreatcomposureofmanner。
TherewasacharacteraboutMadameDefarge，fromwhichonemighthavepredicatedthatshedidnotoftenmakemistakesagainstherselfinanyofthereckoningsoverwhichshepresided。MadameDefargebeingsensitivetocold，waswrappedinfur，andhadaquantityofbrightshawltwinedaboutherhead，thoughnottotheconcealmentofherlargeearrings。Herknittingwasbeforeher，butshehadlaiditdowntopickherteethwithatoothpick。Thusengaged，withherrightelbowsupportedbyherlefthand，MadameDefargesaidnothingwhenherlordcamein，butcoughedJustonegrainofcough。This，incombinationwiththeliftingofherdarklydefinedeyebrowsoverhertoothpickbythebreadthofaline，suggestedtoherhusbandthathewoulddowelltolookroundtheshopamongthecustomers，foranynewcustomerwhohaddroppedinwhilehesteppedovertheway。
Thewine-shopkeeperaccordinglyrolledhiseyesabout，untiltheyresteduponanelderlygentlemanandayounglady，whowereseatedinacorner。Othercompanywerethere:twoplayingcards，twoplayingdominoes，threestandingbythecounterlengtheningoutashortsupplyofwine。Ashepassedbehindthecounter，hetooknoticethattheelderlygentlemansaidinalooktotheyounglady`Thisisourman。
`Whatthedevildoyoudointhatgalleythere?'saidMonsieurDefargetohimself；`Idon'tknowyou。'
But，hefeignednottonoticethetwostrangers，andfellintodiscoursewiththetriumvirateofcustomerswhoweredrinkingatthecounter。
`Howgoesit，Jacques?'saidoneofthesethreetoMonsieurDefarge。
`Isallthespiltwineswallowed?'
`Everydrop，Jacques，'answeredMonsieurDefarge。
Whenthisinterchangeofchristiannamewaseffected。MadameDefarge，pickingherteethwithhertoothpickcoughedanothergrainofcough，andraisedhereyebrowsbythebreadthofanotherline。
`Itisnotoften，'saidthesecondofthethree，addressingMonsieurDefarge，`thatmanyofthesemiserablebeastsknowthetasteofwine，orofanythingbutblackbreadanddeath。Isitnotso，Jacques?'
`Itisso，Jacques，'MonsieurDefargereturned。
Atthissecondinterchangeofthechristianname，MadameDefarge，stillusinghertoothpickwithprofoundcomposure，coughedanothergrainofcough，andraisedhereyebrowsbythebreadthofanotherline。
Thelastofthethreenowsaidhissay，asheputdownhisemptydrinkingvesselandsmackedhislips。
`Ah!Somuchtheworse!Abittertasteitisthatsuchpoorcattlealwayshaveintheirmouths，andhardlivestheylive，Jacques。AmIright，Jacques?'
`Youareright，Jacques，'wastheresponseofMonsieurDefarge。
ThisthirdinterchangeofthechristiannamewascompletedatthemomentwhenMadameDefargeputhertoothpickby，kepthereyebrowsup，andslightlyrustledinherseat。
`Holdthen!True!'mutteredherhusband。`Gentlemen——mywife!'
ThethreecustomerspulledofftheirhatstoMadameDefarge，withthreeflourishes。Sheacknowledgedtheirhomagebybendingherhead，andgivingthemaquicklook。Thensheglancedinacasualmannerroundthewine-shop，tookupherknittingwithgreatapparentcalmnessandreposeofspirit，andbecameabsorbedinit。
`Gentlemen，'saidherhusband，whohadkepthisbrighteyeobservantlyuponher，`goodday。Thechamber，furnishedbachelor-fashion，thatyouwishedtosee，and`wereinquiringforwhenIsteppedout，isonthefifthfloor。Thedoorwayofthestaircasegivesonthelittlecourt-yardclosetothelefthere，'pointingwithhishand，`neartothewindowofmyestablishment。
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