‘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 day； and 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 panion 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 does it feel？ Is it worth being tried for one's life； to be the object of such sympathy and passion； Mr。 Darnay？'
Again Darnay answered not a word。
‘She was mightily pleased to have your message； when I gave it 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 panion 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 did it； in 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。'
‘1 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 whole reckoning？' said Carton。 On his answering in the affirmative； ‘Then bring me another pint of this same wine； drawer； and e and wake me at ten。'
The bill being paid； Charles Darnay rose and wished him good…night。 Without returning the wish； Carton rose too； with something of a threat of defiance in his manner； and said； ‘A last word； Mr。 Darnay： you think I am drunk？'
‘I think you have been drinking； Mr。 Carton。'
‘Think？ You know I have been drinking。'
‘Since I must say so； I know it。'
‘Then you shall likewise know why。 I am a disappointed drudge； sir。 I care for no man on earth； and no man on earth cares for me。'
‘Much to be regretted。 You might have used your talents better。'
‘May be so； Mr。 Darnay； may be not。 Don't let your sober face elate you； however； you don't know what it may e to。 Good…night！'
When he was left alone； this strange being took up a candle； went to a glass that hung against the wall； and surveyed himself minutely in it。
‘Do you particularly like the man？' he muttered； at his own image； ‘why should you particularly like a man who resembles you？ There is nothing in you to like； you know that。 Ah； confound you！ What a change you have made in yourself！ A good reason for taking to a man； that he shows you what you have fallen away from； and what you might have been！ Change places with him； and would you have been looked at by those blue eyes as he was； and miserated by that agitated face as he was？ e on； and have it out in plain words！ You hate the fellow。'
He resorted to his pint of wine for consolation； drank it all in a few minutes； and fell asleep on his arms； with his hair straggling over the table； and a long winding…sheet in the candle dripping down upon him。
CHAPTER V
The Jackal
THOSE were drinking days； and moot men drank hard。 So very great is the improvement Time has brought about in such habits； that a moderate statement of the quantity of wine and punch which one man would swallow in the course of a night； without any detriment to his reputation as a perfect gentleman； would seem； in these days； a ridiculous exaggeration。 The learned profession of the law was certainly not behind any other learned profession in its Bacchanalian Propensities； neither was Mr。 Stryver； already fast shouldering his way to a large and lucrative practice； behind his peers in this particular； any more than in the drier parts of the legal race。
A favourite at the Old Bailey； and eke at the Sessions； Mr。 Stryver had begun cautiously to hew away the lower staves of the ladder on which he mounted。 Sessions and Old Bailey had now to summon their favourite； specially； to their longing arms； and shouldering itself towards the visage of the Lord Chief Justice in the Court of King's Bench； the florid countenance of Mr。 Stryver might be daily seen； bursting out of the bed of wigs； like a great sunflower pushing its way at the sun from among a rank garden full of flaring panions。
ad once been noted at the Bar； that while Mr。 Stryver was a glib man； and an unscrupulous； and a ready； and a bold； he had not that faculty of extracting the essence from a heap of statements； which is among the most striking and necessary of the advocate's acplishments。 But a remarkable improvement came upon him as to this。 The more business he got； the greater his power seemed to grow of getting at its pith and marrow； and however late at night he sat carousing with Sydney Carton； he always had his points at his fingers' ends in the morning。
Sydney Carton； idlest and most unpromising of men； was Stryver's great ally。 What the two drank together； between Hilary Term and Michaelmas； might have floated a king's ship。 Stryver never had a case in hand； anywhere； but Carton was there； with his hands in his pockets； staring at the ceiling of the court； they went the same Circuit； and even there they prolonged their usual orgies late into the night； and Carton was rumoured to be seen at broad day； going home stealthily and unsteadily to his lodgings； like a dissipated cat。 At last； it began to get about； among such as were interested in the matter； that although Sydney Carton would never be a lion； he was an amazingly good jackal； and that he rendered suit and service to Stryver in that humble capacity。
‘Ten o'clock； sir；' said the man at the tavern； whom he had charged to wake him……'ten o'clock； sir。'
‘What's the matter？'
‘Ten o'clock； sir。'
‘What do you mean？ Ten o'clock at night？'
‘Yes； sir。 Your honour told me to call you。'
‘Oh！ I remember。 Very well； very well。'
After a few dull efforts to get to sleep again； which the man dexterously bated by stirring the fire continuously for five minutes； he got up； tossed his hat on； and walked out。 He turned into the Temple； and； having revived himself by twice pacing the pavements of King's Bench…walk and Paper…buildings； turned into the Stryver chambers。
The Stryver clerk； who never assisted at these conferences； had gone home； and the Stryver principal opened the door。 He had his slippers on； and a loose bed…gown； and his throat was bare for his greater ease。 He had that rather wild； strained； seared marking about the eyes； which may be observed in all free livers of his class； from the portrait of Jeffries downward； and which can be traced； under various disguises of Art； through the portraits of every Drinking Age。
‘You are a little late； Memory；' said Stryver。
‘About the usual time； it may be a quarter of an hour later。'
They went into a dingy room lined with books and littered with papers； where there was a blazing fire。 A kettle steamed upon the hob； and in the midst of the wreck of papers a table shone； with plenty of wine upon it； and brandy； and rum； and sugar； and lemons。
‘You have had your bottle； I perceive； Sydney。'
‘Two to…night； I think。 I have been dining with the day's client； or seeing him dine……it's all one！'
‘That was a rare point； Sydney； that you brought to bear upon the identification。 How did you e by it？ When did it strike you？'
‘I thought he was rather a handsome fellow； and I thought I should have been much the same sort of fellow； if I had had any luck。'
Mr。 Stryver laughed till he shook his precocious paunch。
‘You and your luck； Sydney！ Get to work； get to work。' Sullenly enough； the jackal loosened his dress； went into an adjoining room； and came back with a large jug of cold water； a basin； and a towel or two。 Steeping the towels in the water； and partially wringing them out； he folded them on his head in a manner hideous to behold； sat down at the table； and said； ‘Now I am ready！'
‘Not much boiling down to be done to…night； Memory；' said Mr。 Stryver； gaily； as he looked among his papers。
‘H