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Mr。 Cruncher knuckled his forehead； as Sydney Carton and the spy returned from the dark room。 ‘Adieu； Mr。 Barsad；' said the former； ‘our arrangement thus made； you have nothing to fear from me。'
He sat down in a chair on the hearth； over against Mr。 Lorry。 When they were alone； Mr。 Lorry asked him what he had done？
‘Not much。 If it should go ill with the prisone I have ensured access to him； Once。'
Mr。 Lorry's countenance fell。
‘It is all I could do；' said Carton。 ‘To propose too much； would be to put this man's head under the axe； and； as he himself said； nothing worse could happen to him if he were denounced。 It was obviously the weakness of the position。 There is no help for it。'
‘But access to him；' said Mr。 Lorry； ‘if it should go ill before the Tribunal； will not save him。'
‘I never said it would。'
Mr。 Lorry's eyes gradually sought the fire； his sympathy with his darling； and the heavy disappointment of this second arrest； gradually weakened them； he was an old man now； overborne with anxiety of late； and his tears fell。
‘You are a good man and a true friend；' said Carton； in an altered voice。 ‘Forgive me if I notice that you are affected。 I could not see my father weep； and sit by； careless。 And I could not respect your sorrow more； if you； were my father。 You are free from that misfortune； however。
Though he said the last words； with a slip into his usual manner； there was a true feeling and respect both in his tone and in his touch； that Mr。 Lorry； who had never seen the better side of him； was wholly unprepared for。 He gave him his hand； and Carton gently pressed it。
‘To return to poor Darnay；' said Carton。 ‘Don't tell Her of this interview； or this arrangement。 It would not enable Her to go to see him。 She might think it was contrived； in case of the worst； to convey to him the means of anticipating the sentence。'
Mr。 Lorry had not thought of that； and he looked quickly at Carton to see if it were in his mind。 It seemed to be； he returned the look； and evidently understood it。
‘She might think a thousand things；' Carton said； ‘and any of them would only add to her trouble。 Don't speak of me to her。 As I said to you when I first came； I had better not see her。 I can put my hand out； to do any little helpful work for her that my hand can find to do； without that。 You are going to her； I hope？ She must be very desolate to…night。
‘I am going now； directly。'
‘I am glad of that。 She has such a strong attachment to you and reliance on you。 How does she look？'
‘Anxious and unhappy； but very beautiful。' ‘Ah！'
It was a long； grieving sound； like a sigh……almost like a sob。 It attracted Mr。 Lorry's eyes to Cartons face； which was turned to the fire。 A light； or a shade （the old gentleman could not have said which）； passed from it as swiftly as a change will sweep over a hill…side on a wild bright day； and he lifted his foot to put back one of the little flaming logs； which was tumbling forward。 He wore the white riding…coat and topboots； then in vogue； and the light of the fire touching their light surfaces made him look very pale； with his long brown hair； all untrimmed； hanging loose about him。 His indifference to fire was sufficiently remarkable to elicit a word of remonstrance from Mr。 Lorry； his boot was still upon the hot embers of the flaming log； when it had broken under the weight of his foot。
‘I forgot it；' he said。
Mr。 Lorry's eyes were again attracted to his face。 Taking note of the wasted air which clouded the naturally handsome features； and having the expression of prisoners' faces fresh in his mind； he was strongly reminded of that expression。
‘And your duties here have drawn to an end； sir？' said Carton； turning to him。
‘Yes。 As I was telling you last night when Lucie came in so unexpectedly； I have at length done all that I can do here。 I hoped to have left them in perfect safety； and then to have quitted Pass。 I have my Leave to Pass。 I was ready to go。'
They were both silent。
‘Yours is a long life to look back upon； sir？' said Carton； wistfully。
‘I am in my seventy…eighth year。'
‘You have been useful all your life； steadily and constantly occupied； trusted； respected； and looked up to？'
‘I have been a man of business； ever since I have been a man。 Indeed； I may say that I was a man of business when a boy。'
‘See what a place you fill at seventy…eight。 How many people will miss you when you leave it empty！'
‘A solitary old bachelor；' answered Mr。 Lorry； shaking his head。 ‘There is nobody to weep for me。'
‘How can you say that？ Wouldn't She weep for you？ Wouldn't her chi！d？'
‘Yes； yes； thank God。 I didn't quite mean what I said。'
‘It is a thing to thank God for； is it not？'
‘Surely； surely。'
‘If you could say； with truth； to your own solitary heart； to…night； 〃I have secured to myself the love and attachment； the gratitude or respect； of no human creature； I have won myself a tender place in no regard； I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by！〃 your seventy…eight years would be seventy…eight heavy curses； would they not？'
‘You say truly； Mr。 Carton； I think they would he。
Sydney turned his eyes again upon the fire； and； after a silence of a few moments； said：
‘I should like to ask you：……Does your childhood seem far off？ Do the days when you sat at your mother's knee； seem days of very long ago？'
Responding to his softened manner； Mr。 Lorry answered： ‘Twenty years back； yes； at this time of my life； no。 For； as I draw closer and closer to the end； I travel in the circle； nearer and nearer to the beginning。 It seems to be one of the kind smoothings and preparings of the way。 My heart is touched now； by many remembrances that had long fallen asleep； of my pretty young mother （and I so old！）； and by many associations of the days when what we call the World was not so real with me； and my faults were not confirmed in me。'
‘I understand the feeling！' exclaimed Carton； with a bright flush。 ‘And you are the better for it？'
‘I hope so。
Carton terminated the conversation here； by rising to help him on with his outer coat； ‘but you；' said Mr。 Lorry； reverting to the theme； ‘you are young。'
‘Yes；' said Carton。 ‘I am not old； but my young way was never the way to age。 Enough of me。
‘And of me； I am sure；' said Mr。 Lorry。 ‘Are you going out？'
‘I'll walk with you to her gate。 You know my vagabond and restless habits。 If I should prowl about the streets a long time； don't be uneasy； I shall reappear in the morning。 You go to the Court to…morrow？'
Yes； unhappily。'
‘I shall be there； but only as one of the crowd。 My Spy will find a place for me。 Take my arm； sir。'
Mr。 Lorry did so； and they went down…stairs and out in the streets。 A few minutes brought them to Mr。 Lorry's destination。 Carton left him there； but lingered at a little distance； and turned back to the gate again when it was shut； and touched it。 He had heard of her going to the prison every day。 ‘She came out here；' he said； looking about him； ‘turned this way； must have trod on these stones often。 Let me follow in her steps。
It was ten o'clock at night when he stood before the prison of La Force； where she had stood hundreds of times。 A little wood…sawyer； having closed his shop； was smoking his pipe at his shop…door。
‘Good night； citizen；' said Sydney Carton； pausing in going by； for； the man eyed him inquisitively。
‘Good night； citizen。'
‘How goes the Republic？'
‘You mean the Guillotine。 Not ill。 Sixty…three to…day。 We shall mount to a hundred soon。 Samson and his men plain sometimes； of being exhausted。 Ha； ha； ha！ He is so droll； that Samson。 Such a Barber！'
‘Do you often go to see him………'
‘Shave？ Always。 Every day。 What a barber！ You have seen him at work？'
‘Never。'
‘Go and see him when he has a good batch。 Figure this to yourself citizen； he shaved the sixty…three to…day； in less than two pipes！ Less than two pipes。 Word of honour！'
As the grinning little man held out the pipe he was smoking； to explain how he timed the executioner； Carton was so sensible of a rising desire to strike the life out of him； that he turned away。
‘But you are not English；' said the wood…sawyer； ‘though you wear English dress？'
‘Yes；' said Carton； pausing again； and answering over his shoulder。
‘You speak like