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CHAPTER IV
The Preparation
WHEN the mail got successfully to Dover； in the course of the forenoon； the head drawer at the Royal George Hotel opened the coach…door as his custom was。 He did it with some flourish of ceremony； for a mail journey from London in winter was an achievement to congratulate an adventurous traveller upon。
By that time； there was only one adventurous traveller left to be congratulated； for the two others had been set down at their respective roadside destinations。 The mildewy inside of the coach； with its damp and dirty straw； its disagreeable smell； and its obscurity； was rather like a larger dog…kennel。 Mr。 Lorry； the passenger； shaking himself out of it in chains of straw； a tangle of shaggy wrapper； flapping hat； and muddy legs； was rather like a larger sort of dog。
‘There will be a packet to Calais； to…morrow； drawer？'
‘Yes； sir； if the weather holds and the wind sets tolerable fair。 The tide will serve pretty nicely at about two in the afternoon； sir。 Bed； sir？'
‘I shall not go to bed till night； but I want a bedroom and a barber。'
‘And then breakfast； sir？ Yes； sir。 That way； sir； if you please。 Show Concord！ Gentleman's valise and hot water to Concord。 Pull off gentleman's boots in Concord。 （You will find a fine sea…coal fire； sir。） Fetch barber to Concord。 Stir about there； now； for Concord！'
The Concord bed…chamber being always assigned to passenger by the mail； and passengers by the mail being always heavily wrapped up from head to foot； the room ha' the odd interest for the establishment of the Royal George that although but one kind of man was seen to go into it； all kinds and varieties of men came out of it。 Consequently another drawer； and two porters； and several maids and the landlady； were all loitering by accident at various points of the road between the Concord and the coffee…room； when a gentle…man of sixty； formally dressed in a brown suit of clothes； pretty well worn； but very well kept； with large square cuffs and large flaps to the pockets； passed along on his way to his breakfast。
The coffee…room had no other occupant； that forenoon； than the gentleman in brown。 His breakfast…table was drawn before the fire； and as he sat； with its light shining on him； waiting for the meal； he sat so still； that he might have been sitting for his portrait。
Very orderly and methodical he looked； with a hand on each knee； and a loud watch ticking a sonorous sermon under his flapped waistcoat； as though it pitted its gravity and longevity against the levity and evanescence of the brisk fire。 He had a good leg； and was a little vain of it； for his brown stockings fitted sleek and close； and were of a fine texture； his shoes and buckles； too； though plain； were trim。 He wore an odd little sleek crisp flaxen wig； setting very close to his head： which wig； it is to be presumed； was made of hair； but which looked far more as though it were spun from filaments of silk or glass。 His linen； though not of a fineness in accordance with his stockings； was as white as the tops of the waves that broke upon the neighbouring beach； or the specks of sail that glinted in the sunlight far at sea。 A face habitually suppressed and quieted； was still lighted up under the quaint wig by a pair of moist bright eyes that it must have cost their owner； in years gone by； some pains to drill to the posed and reserved expression of Tellson's Bank。 He had a healthy colour in his cheeks； and his face； though lined； bore few traces of anxiety。 But； perhaps the confidential bachelor clerks in Tellson's Bank were principally occupied with the cares of other people； and perhaps second…hand cares； like second…hand clothes； e easily off and on。
pleting his resemblance to a man who was sitting for his portrait； Mr。 Lorry dropped off to sleep。 The arrival of his breakfast roused him； and he said to the drawer； as he moved his chair to it：
‘I wish acmodation prepared for a young lady who may e here at any time to…day。 She may ask for Mr。 Jarvis Lorry； or she may only ask for a gentleman from Tellson's Bank。 Please to let me know。
‘Yes； sir。 Tellson's Bank in London； sir？'
‘Yes。'
‘Yes； sir。 We have often times the honour to entertain your gentlemen in their travelling backwards and forwards betwixt London and Paris； sir。 A vast deal of travelling； sir； in Tellson and pany's House。'
‘Yes。 We are quite a French House； as well as an English one。'
‘Yes； sir。 Not much in the habit of such travelling your…self； I think； sir？'
‘Not of late years。 It is fifteen years since we……since I……came last from France。'
‘Indeed； sir？ That was before my time here； sir。 Before our people's time here； sir。 The George was in other hands at that time； sir。'
‘I believe so。'
‘But I would hold a pretty wager； sir； that a House like Tellson and pany was flourishing； a matter of fifty； not to speak of fifteen years ago？'
‘You might treble that； and say a hundred and fifty； yet not be far from the truth。'
‘Indeed； sir！'
Rounding his mouth and both his eyes； as he stepped backward from the table； the waiter shifted his napkin from his…right arm to his left； dropped into a fortable attitude； and stood surveying the guest while he ate and drank； as from an observatory or watch…tower。 According to the immemorial usage of waiters in all ages。
When Mr。 Lorry had finished his breakfast； he went out for a stroll on the beach。 The little narrow； crooked town of Dover hid itself away from the beach； and ran its head into the chalk cliffs； like a marine ostrich。 The beach was a desert of heaps of sea and stones tumbling wildly about； and the sea did what it liked； and what it liked was destruction。 It thundered at the town； and thundered at the cliffs； and brought the coast down； madly。 The air among the houses was of so strong a piscatory flavour that one might have supposed sick fish went up to be dipped in it； as sick people went down to be dipped in the sea。 A little fishing was done in the port； and a quantity of strolling about by night； and looking seaward： particularly at those times when the tide made； and was near flood。 Small tradesmen； who did no business whatever； sometimes unaccountably realised large fortunes； and it was remarkable that nobody in the neighbourhood could endure a lamplighter。
As the day declined into the afternoon； and the air； which had been at intervals clear enough to allow the French coast to be seen； became again charged with mist and vapour； Mr。 Lorry's thoughts seemed to cloud too。 When dark； and he sat before the coffee…room fire； awaiting his dinner as he had awaited his breakfast； his mind was digging； digging； digging； in the live red coals。
A bottle of good claret after dinner does a digger in the red coals no harm； otherwise than as it has a tendency to throw him out of work。 Mr。 Lorry had been idle a lo and had just poured out his last glassful of wine plete an appearance of satisfaction as is ever to be found in an elderly gentleman of a fresh plexion who has got to the end of a bottle； when a rattling of wheels came up the narrow street； and rumbled into the inn…yard。
He set down his glass untouched。 ‘This is Mam'selle！' said he。
In a very few minutes the waiter came in to announce that Miss Manette had arrived from London； and〃； happy to see the gentleman from Tellson's。
‘So soon？'
Miss Manette had taken some refreshment on the road； and required none then； and was extremely anxious to see the gentleman from Tellson's immediately； if it suited his pleasure and convenience。
The gentleman from Tellson's had nothing left for it but to empty his glass with an air of stolid desperation； settle his odd little flaxen wig at the ears； and follow the waiter to Miss Manette's apartment。 It was a large； dark room； furnished in a funereal manner with black horsehair； and loaded with heavy dark tables。 These had been oiled； until the two tall candles on the table in the of the room were gloomily reflected on every leaf； were buried； in deep graves of black mahogany； and to speak of could be expected from them until the dug out。
The obscurity was so difficult to penetrate that Mr Lorry； picking his way over the well…worn Turkey carpet； supposed Miss Manette to be； for the moment； in some adjace