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pied state。
‘Well！' said that good…natured emissary； after a full half…hour of bootless attempts to bring him round to the question。 ‘I have been to Soho。'
‘To Soho？' repeated Mr。 Stryver； coldly。 ‘Oh； to be sure！ What am I thinking of！'
‘And I have no doubt；' said Mr。 Lorry； ‘that I was right in the conversation we had。 My opinion is confirmed； and I reiterate my advice。'
‘I assure you；' returned Mr。 Stryver； in the friendliest way； ‘that I am sorry for it on your account； and sorry for it on the poor father's account。 I know this must always be a sore subject with the family； let us say no more about it。'
‘I don't understand you；' said Mr Lorry。
‘I dare say not；' rejoined Stryver； nodding his head in a smoothing and final way； no matter； no matter。'
‘But it does matter；' Mr。 Lorry urged。
‘No it doesn't； I assure you it doesn't。 Having supposed that there was sense where there is no sense； and a laudable ambition where there is not a laudable ambition； I am well out of my mistake； and no harm is done。 Young women have mitted similar follies often before； and have repented them in poverty and obscurity often before。 In an unselfish aspect； I am sorry that the thing is dropped； because it would have been a bad thing for me in a worldly point of view； in a selfish aspect； I am glad that the thing has dropped； because it would have been a bad thing for me in a worldly point of view……it is hardly necessary to say I could have gained nothing by it。 There is no harm at all done。 I have not proposed to the young lady； and； between ourselves； I am by no means certain； on reflection； that I ever should have mitted myself to that extent。 Mr。 Lorry； you cannot control the mincing vanities and giddinesses of empty…headed girls； you must not expect to do it； or you will always he disappointed。
Now； pray say no more about it。 I tell you； I regret it on account of others； but I am satisfied on my own account。 And I am really very much obliged to you for allowing me to sound you； and for giving me your advice； you know the young lady better than I do； you were right； it never would have done。
Mr。 Lorry was so taken aback； that he looked quite stupidly at Mr。 Stryver shouldering him towards the door； with an appearance of showering generosity； forbearance； and goodwill； on his erring head。 'Make the best of it； my dear sir；' said Stryver； ‘say no more about it； thank you again for allowing me to sound you； good…night！' Mr。 Lorry was out in the night； before he knew where he was。 Mr。 Stryver was lying back on his sofa； winking at his Ceiling。
CHAPTER XIII
The Fellow of No Delicacy
IF Sydney Carton ever shone anywhere； he certainly never shone the house of Doctor Manette。 He had been there often； during a whole year； and had always been the same moody and morose lounger there。 When he cared to talk； he talked well； but； the cloud of caring for nothing； which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness； was very rarely pierced by the light within him。
And yet he did care something for the streets that environed that house； and for the senseless stones that made their pavements。 Many a night he vaguely and unhappily wandered there； when wine had brought no transitory gladness to him； many a dreary daybreak revealed his solitary figure lingering there； and still lingering there when the first beams of the sun brought into strong relief； removed beauties of architecture in spires of churches and lofty buildings； as perhaps the quiet time brought some sense of better things； else forgotten and unattainable； into his mind。 Of late； the neglected bed in the Temple Court had known him more scantily thin ever； and often when he had thrown himself upon it no longer than a few minutes； he had got up again； and haunted that neighbourhood。
On a day in August； when Mr。 Stryver （after notifying to his jackal that ‘he had thought better of that marrying matter'） had carried his delicacy into Devonshire； and when the sight and scent of flowers in the City streets had some waifs of goodness in them for the worst； of health for the sickliest； and of youth for the oldest； Sydney's feet still trod those stones。 From being irresolute and purposeless； his feet became animated by an intention； and； in the working out of that intention； they took him to the Doctor's door。
He was shown upstairs； and found Lucie at her work； alone。 She had never been quite at her ease with him； and received him with some little embarrassment as he seated himself near her table。 But； looking up at his face in the interchange of the first few monplaces； she observed a change in it。
‘I fear you are not well； Mr。 Carton！'
‘No。 But the life I lead； Miss Manette； is not conducive to health。 What is to be expected of or by； such profligates？'
‘Is it not……forgive me； I have begun the question on my lips……a pity to live no better life？'
‘God knows it is a shame！'
‘Then why not change it？'
Looking gently at him again； she was surprised and saddened to see that there were tears in his eyes。 There were tears in his voice too； as he answered：
‘It is too late for that。 I shall never be better than I am。 I shall sink lower； and be worse。'
He leaned an elbow on her table； and covered his eyes with his hand。 The table trembled in the silence that followed。
She had never seen hint softened； and was much distressed。 He knew her to be so； without looking at her； and said：
‘Pray forgive me； Miss Manette。 I break down before the knowledge of what I want to say to you。 Will you hear me？'
‘If it will do you any good； Mr。 Carton； if it would make you happier； it would make me very glad！'
‘God bless you for your sweet passion！'
He unshaded his face after a little while； and spoke steadily。 ‘Don't be afraid to hear me。 Don't shrink from anything
I say。 I am like one who died young。 All my life might have been。'
‘No； Mr。 Carton。 I am sure that the best part of it might still be； I am sure that you might be much； much worthier of yourself。'
‘Say of you； Miss Manette； and although I know better……although in the mystery of my own wretched heart I know better……I shall never forget it I'
She was pale and trembling。 He came to her relief with a fixed despair of himself which made the interview unlike any other that could have been holden。
‘If it had been possible； Miss Manette； that you could have returned the love of the man you see before you……self…flung away； wasted； drunken； poor creature of misuse as you know him to be……he would have been conscious this day and hour； in spite of his happiness； that he would bring you to misery； bring you to sorrow and repentance； blight you； disgrace you； pull you down with him。 I know very well that you can have no tenderness for me； I ask for none； I am even thankful that it cannot he。'
‘Without it； can I not save you； Mr。 Carton？ Can I not recall you……forgive me again！……to a better course？ Can I in no way repay your confidence？ I know this is a confidence；' she modestly said； after a little hesitation； and in earnest tears； ‘I know you would say this to no one else。 Can I turn it to no good account for yourself； Mr。 Carton？'
He shook his head。
‘To none。 No； Miss Manette； to none。 If you will hear me through a very little more； all you can ever do for me is done。 I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul。 In my degradation I have not been so degraded but that the sight of you with your father； and of this home made such a home by you； has stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me。 Since I knew you； I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again； and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward； that I thought were silent for ever。 I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh； beginning anew； shaking off sloth and sensuality； and fighting out the abandoned fight。 A dream； all a dream； that ends in nothing； and leaves the sleeper where he lay down； but I wish you to know that you inspired it。'
‘Will nothing of it remain？ O Mr。 Carton； think again！ Try again！'
‘No； Miss Manette； all through it； I have known myself to be quite undeserving。 And yet I have had the weakness； and have still the weakness； to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me； heap of ashes t