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they were shown into a little room, where Charles Darnay was
soon recruiting his strength with a good plain dinner and good
wine: while Carton sat opposite to him at the same table, with his
separate bottle of port before him, and his fully half-insolent
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manner upon him.
“Do you feel, yet, that you belong to this terrestrial scheme
again, Mr. Darnay?”
“I am frightfully confused regarding time and place; but I am so
far mended as to feel that.”
“It must be an immense satisfaction!”
He said it bitterly, and filled up his glass again: which was a
large one.
“As to me, the greatest desire I have, is to forget that I belong to
it. It has no good in it for me—except wine like this—nor I for it.
So we are not much alike in that particular. Indeed, I begin to
think we are not much alike in any particular, you and I.”
Confused by the emotion of the **d feeling his being there
with this Double of coarse deportment, to be like a dream, Charles
Darnay was at a loss how to answer; finally, answered not at all.
“Now your dinner is done,” Carton presently said, “why don’t
you call a health, Mr. Darnay; why don’t you give your toast?”
“What health? What toast?”
“Why, it’s on the tip of your tongue. It ought to be, it must be,
I’ll swear it’s there.”
“Miss Manette, then!”
“Miss Manette, then!”
Looking his companion full in the face while he drank the toast,
Carton flung his glass over his shoulder against the wall, where it
shivered to pieces; then, rang the bell, and ordered in another.
“That’s a fair young lady to hand to a coach in the dark, Mr.
Darnay!” he said, filling his new goblet.
A slight frown and a laconic, “Yes,” were the answer.
“That’s a fair young lady to be pitied by and wept for by! How
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does it feel? Is it worth being tried for one’s life, to be the object of
such sympathy and compassion, Mr. Darnay?”
Again Darnay answered not a word.
“She was mightily pleased to have your message, when I gave it
to her. Not that she showed she was pleased, but I suppose she
was.”
The allusion served as a timely reminder to Darnay that this
disagreeable companion had, of his own free will, assisted him in
the strait of the day. He turned the dialogue to that point, and
thanked him for it.
“I neither want any thanks, nor merit any,” was the careless
rejoinder. “It was nothing to do, in the first place; and I don’t know
why I **n the second. Mr. Darnay, let me ask you a question.”
“Willingly, and a small return for your good offices.”
“Do you think I particularly like you?”
“Really, Mr. Carton,” returned the other, oddly disconcerted, “I
have not asked myself the question.”
“But ask yourself the question now.”
“You have acted as if you do; but I don’t think you do.”
“I don’t think I do,” said Carton. “I begin to have a very good
opinion of your understanding.”
“Nevertheless,” pursued Darnay, rising to ring the bell, “there
is nothing in that, I hope, to prevent my calling the reckoning, and
our parting without ill-blood on either side.”
Carton rejoining, “Nothing in life!” Darnay rang. “Do you call
the wh