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Sydney,’ said Mr. Stryver, on that self-same night, or morning, to his jackal; ‘mix another bowl of punch; I have something to say to you.’

Sydney had been working double tides that night, and the night before, and the night before that, and a good many nights in succession, making a grand clearance among Mr. Stryver’s papers before the setting in of the long vacation. The clearance was effected at last; the Stryver arrears were handsomely fetched up; everything was got rid of until November should come with its fogs atmospheric, and fogs legal, and bring grist to the mill again.

Sydney was none the livelier and none the soberer for so much application. It had taken a deal of extra wet-towelling to pull him through the night; a correspondingly extra quantity of wine had preceded the towelling; and he was in a very damaged condition, as he now pulled his turban off and threw it into the basin in which he had steeped it at intervals for the last six hours.

Are you mixing that other bowl of punch?

said Stryver the portly, with his hands in his waistband, glancing round from the sofa where he lay on his back.

I am.’

Now, look here! I am going to tell you something that will rather surprise you, and that perhaps will make you think me not quite as shrewd as you usually do think me. I intend to marry.’

DO you?’

Yes. And not for money. What do you say now?’

I don’t feel disposed to say much. Who is she?’


Do I know her?’


I am not going to guess, at five o’clock in the morning, with my brains frying and sputtering in my head. if you want me to guess, you must ask me to dinner.’

Well then, I’ll tell you, said Stryver, coming slowly into a sitting posture. ‘Sydney, I rather despair of making myself intelligible to you, because you are such an insensible dog.

And you,’ returned Sydney, busy concocting the punch, ‘are such a sensitive and poetical spirit—‘


rejoined Stryver, laughing boastfully,

though I don

t prefer any claim to being the soul of Romance (for I hope I know better), still I am a tenderer sort of fellow than YOU.

You are a luckier, if you mean that.’

I don’t mean that. I mean I am a man of more— more—‘

Say gallantry, while you are about it,’ suggested Carton.

Well! I’ll say gallantry. My meaning is that I am a man,’ said Stryver, inflating himself at his friend as he made the punch, ‘who cares more to be agreeable, who takes more pains to be agreeable, who knows better how to be agreeable, in a woman’s society, than you do.’

Go on,’ said Sydney Carton.

No; but before I go on,’ said Stryver, shaking his head in his bullying way, I’ll have this out with you. You’ve been at Doctor Manette’s house as much as I have, or more than I have. Why, I have been ashamed of your moroseness there! Your manners have been of that silent and sullen and hangdog kind, that, upon my life and soul, I have been ashamed of you, Sydney!’

It should be very beneficial to a man in your practice at the bar, to be ashamed of anything,

returned Sydney;

you ought to be much obliged to me.

You shall not get off in that way,’ rejoined Stryver, shouldering the rejoinder at him; ‘no, Sydney, it’s my duty to tell you—and I tell you to your face to do you good— that you are a devilish ill-conditioned fellow in that sort of society. You are a disagreeable fellow.’

Sydney drank a bumper of the punch he had made, and laughed.

Look at me!’ said Stryver, squaring himself; ‘I have less need to make myself agreeable than you have, being more independent in circumstances. Why do I do it?’

I never saw you do it yet,’ muttered Carton.

I do it because it’s politic; I do it on principle. And look at me! I get on.’

You don’t get on with your account of your matrimonial intentions,’ answered Carton, with a careless air; ‘I wish you would keep to that. As to me—will you never understand that I am incorrigible?’

He asked the question with some appearance of scorn.

You have no business to be incorrigible,’ was his friend’s answer, delivered in no very soothing tone.

I have no business to be, at all, that I know of,

said Sydney Carton.

Who is the lady?

Now, don’t let my announcement of the name make you uncomfortable, Sydney,’ said Mr. Stryver, preparing him with ostentatious friendliness for the disclosure he was about to make, ‘because I know you don’t mean half you say; and if you meant it all, it would be of no importance. I make this little preface, because you once mentioned the young lady to me in slighting terms.’

I did?’

Certainly; and in these chambers.’

Sydney Carton looked at his punch and looked at his complacent friend; drank his punch and looked at his complacent friend.

You made mention of the young lady as a golden-haired doll. The young lady is Miss Manette. If you had been a fellow of any sensitiveness or delicacy of feeling in that kind of way, Sydney, I might have been a little resentful of your employing such a designation; but you are not. You want that sense altogether; therefore I am no more annoyed when I think of the expression, than I should be annoyed by a man’s opinion of a picture of mine, who had no eye for pictures: or of a piece of music of mine, who had no ear for music.’

Sydney Carton drank the punch at a great rate; drank it by bumpers, looking at his friend.

Now you know all about it, Syd,’ said Mr. Stryver. ‘I don’t care about fortune: she is a charming creature, and I have made up my mind to please myself: on the whole, I think I can afford to please myself. She will have in me a man already pretty well off, and a rapidly rising man, and a man of some distinction: it is a piece of good fortune for her, but she is worthy of good fortune. Are you astonished?’

Carton, still drinking the punch, rejoined, ‘Why should I be astonished?’

You approve?’

Carton, still drinking the punch, rejoined, ‘Why should I not approve?’

Well!’ said his friend Stryver, ‘you take it more easily than I fancied you would, and are less mercenary on my behalf than I thought you would be; though, to be sure, you know well enough by this time that your ancient chum is a man of a pretty strong will. Yes, Sydney, I have had enough of this style of life, with no other as a change from it; I feel that it is a pleasant thing for a man to have a home when he feels inclined to go to it (when he doesn’t, he can stay away), and I feel that Miss Manette will tell

well in any station, and will always do me credit. So I have made up my mind. And now, Sydney, old boy, I want to say a word to YOU about YOUR prospects. You are in a bad way, you know; you really are in a bad way. You don

t know the value of money, you live hard, you

ll knock up one of these days, and be ill and poor; you really ought to think about a nurse.

The prosperous patronage with which he said it, made him look twice as big as he was, and four times as offensive.

Now, let me recommend you,’ pursued Stryver, ‘to look it in the face. I have looked it in the face, in my different way; look it in the face, you, in your different way. Marry. Provide somebody to take care of you. Never mind your having no enjoyment of women’s society, nor understanding of it, nor tact for it. Find out somebody. Find out some respectable woman with a little property— somebody in the landlady way, or lodging-letting way— and marry her, against a rainy day. That’s the kind of thing for YOU. Now think of it, Sydney.’

I’ll think of it,’ said Sydney.


The Fellow of Delicacy

Mr. Stryver having made up his mind to that magnanimous bestowal of good fortune on the Doctor’s daughter, resolved to make her happiness known to her before he left town for the Long Vacation. After some mental debating of the point, he came to the conclusion that it would be as well to get all the preliminaries done with, and they could then arrange at their leisure whether he should give her his hand a week or two before Michaelmas Term, or in the little Christmas vacation between it and Hilary.

As to the strength of his case, he had not a doubt about it, but clearly saw his way to the verdict. Argued with the jury on substantial worldly grounds—the only grounds ever worth taking into account— it was a plain case, and had not a weak spot in it. He called himself for the plaintiff, there was no getting over his evidence, the counsel for the defendant threw up his brief, and the jury did not even turn to consider. After trying it, Stryver, C. J., was satisfied that no plainer case could be.

Accordingly, Mr. Stryver inaugurated the Long Vacation with a formal proposal to take Miss Manette to Vauxhall Gardens; that failing, to Ranelagh; that unaccountably failing too, it behoved him to present himself in Soho, and there declare his noble mind.

Towards Soho, therefore, Mr. Stryver shouldered his way from the Temple, while the bloom of the Long Vacation’s infancy was still upon it. Anybody who had seen him projecting himself into Soho while he was yet on Saint Dunstan’s side of Temple Bar, bursting in his full-blown way along the pavement, to the jostlement of all weaker people, might have seen how safe and strong he was.

His way taking him past Tellson’s, and he both banking at Tellson’s and knowing Mr. Lorry as the intimate friend of the Manettes, it entered Mr. Stryver’s mind to enter the bank, and reveal to Mr. Lorry the brightness of the Soho horizon. So, he pushed open the door with the weak rattle in its throat, stumbled down the two steps, got past the two ancient cashiers, and shouldered himself into the musty back closet where Mr. Lorry sat at great books ruled for figures, with perpendicular iron bars to his window as if that were ruled for figures too, and everything under the clouds were a sum.


said Mr. Stryver.

How do you do? I hope you are well!

It was Stryver’s grand peculiarity that he always seemed too big for any place, or space. He was so much too big for Tellson’s, that old clerks in distant corners looked up with looks of remonstrance, as though he squeezed them against the wall. The House itself, magnificently reading the paper quite in the far-off perspective, lowered displeased, as if the Stryver head had been butted into its responsible waistcoat.

The discreet Mr. Lorry said, in a sample tone of the voice he would recommend under the circumstances, ‘How do you do, Mr. Stryver? How do you do, sir?’ and shook hands. There was a peculiarity in his manner of shaking hands, always to be seen in any clerk at Tellson’s who shook hands with a customer when the House pervaded the air. He shook in a self-abnegating way, as one who shook for Tellson and Co.

Can I do anything for you, Mr. Stryver?’ asked Mr. Lorry, in his business character.

Why, no, thank you; this is a private visit to yourself, Mr. Lorry; I have come for a private word.’

Oh indeed!’ said Mr. Lorry, bending down his ear, while his eye strayed to the House afar off.

I am going,

said Mr. Stryver, leaning his arms confidentially on the desk: whereupon, although it was a large double one, there appeared to be not half desk enough for him:

I am going to make an offer of myself in marriage to your agreeable little friend, Miss Manette, Mr. Lorry.

Oh dear me!’ cried Mr. Lorry, rubbing his chin, and looking at his visitor dubiously.

Oh dear me, sir?’ repeated Stryver, drawing back. ‘Oh dear you, sir? What may your meaning be, Mr. Lorry?’

My meaning,’ answered the man of business, ‘is, of course, friendly and appreciative, and that it does you the greatest credit, and— in short, my meaning is everything you could desire. But—really, you know, Mr. Stryver—’ Mr. Lorry paused, and shook his head at him in the oddest manner, as if he were compelled against his will to add, internally, ‘you know there really is so much too much of you!’

Well!’ said Stryver, slapping the desk with his contentious hand, opening his eyes wider, and taking a long breath, ‘if I understand you, Mr. Lorry, I’ll be hanged!’

Mr. Lorry adjusted his little wig at both ears as a means towards that end, and bit the feather of a pen.


n it all, sir!

said Stryver, staring at him,

am I not eligible?

Oh dear yes! Yes. Oh yes, you’re eligible!’ said Mr. Lorry. ‘If you say eligible, you are eligible.’

Am I not prosperous?’ asked Stryver.

Oh! if you come to prosperous, you are prosperous,’ said Mr. Lorry.

And advancing?’

If you come to advancing you know,’ said Mr. Lorry, delighted to be able to make another admission, ‘nobody can doubt that.’

Then what on earth is your meaning, Mr. Lorry?’ demanded Stryver, perceptibly crestfallen.

Well! I—Were you going there now?’ asked Mr. Lorry.

Straight!’ said Stryver, with a plump of his fist on the desk.

Then I think I wouldn’t, if I was you.’

Why?’ said Stryver. ‘Now, I’ll put you in a corner,’ forensically shaking a forefinger at him. ‘You are a man of business and bound to have a reason. State your reason. Why wouldn’t you go?’


said Mr. Lorry,

I wouldn

t go on such an object without having some cause to believe that I should succeed.

D—n ME!’ cried Stryver, ‘but this beats everything.’

Mr. Lorry glanced at the distant House, and glanced at the angry Stryver.

Here’s a man of business—a man of years—a man of experience— IN a Bank,’ said Stryver; ‘and having summed up three leading reasons for complete success, he says there’s no reason at all! Says it with his head on!’ Mr. Stryver remarked upon the peculiarity as if it would have been infinitely less remarkable if he had said it with his head off.

When I speak of success, I speak of success with the young lady; and when I speak of causes and reasons to make success probable, I speak of causes and reasons that will tell as such with the young lady. The young lady, my good sir,’ said Mr. Lorry, mildly tapping the Stryver arm, ‘the young lady. The young lady goes before all.’

Then you mean to tell me, Mr. Lorry,’ said Stryver, squaring his elbows, ‘that it is your deliberate opinion that the young lady at present in question is a mincing Fool?’

Not exactly so. I mean to tell you, Mr. Stryver,’ said Mr. Lorry, reddening, ‘that I will hear no disrespectful

word of that young lady from any lips; and that if I knew any man

which I hope I do not

whose taste was so coarse, and whose temper was so overbearing, that he could not restrain himself from speaking disrespectfully of that young lady at this desk, not even Tellson

s should prevent my giving him a piece of my mind.

The necessity of being angry in a suppressed tone had put Mr. Stryver’s blood-vessels into a dangerous state when it was his turn to be angry; Mr. Lorry’s veins, methodical as their courses could usually be, were in no better state now it was his turn.

That is what I mean to tell you, sir,’ said Mr. Lorry. ‘Pray let there be no mistake about it.’

Mr. Stryver sucked the end of a ruler for a little while, and then stood hitting a tune out of his teeth with it, which probably gave him the toothache. He broke the awkward silence by saying:

This is something new to me, Mr. Lorry. You deliberately advise me not to go up to Soho and offer myself—MYself, Stryver of the King’s Bench bar?’

Do you ask me for my advice, Mr. Stryver?’

Yes, I do.’

Very good. Then I give it, and you have repeated it correctly.’

And all I can say of it is,

laughed Stryver with a vexed laugh,

that this

ha, ha!

beats everything past, present, and to come.

Now understand me,’ pursued Mr. Lorry. ‘As a man of business, I am not justified in saying anything about this matter, for, as a man of business, I know nothing of it. But, as an old fellow, who has carried Miss Manette in his arms, who is the trusted friend of Miss Manette and of her father too, and who has a great affection for them both, I have spoken. The confidence is not of my seeking, recollect. Now, you think I may not be right?’

Not I!’ said Stryver, whistling. ‘I can’t undertake to find third parties in common sense; I can only find it for myself. I suppose sense in certain quarters; you suppose mincing bread-and-butter nonsense. It’s new to me, but you are right, I dare say.’

What I suppose, Mr. Stryver, I claim to characterise for myself—And understand me, sir,’ said Mr. Lorry, quickly flushing again, ‘I will not—not even at Tellson’s— have it characterised for me by any gentleman breathing.’

There! I beg your pardon!’ said Stryver.

Granted. Thank you. Well, Mr. Stryver, I was about to say:—it might be painful to you to find yourself mistaken, it might be painful to Doctor Manette to have

the task of being explicit with you, it might be very painful to Miss Manette to have the task of being explicit with you. You know the terms upon which I have the honour and happiness to stand with the family. If you please, committing you in no way, representing you in no way, I will undertake to correct my advice by the exercise of a little new observation and judgment expressly brought to bear upon it. If you should then be dissatisfied with it, you can but test its soundness for yourself; if, on the other hand, you should be satisfied with it, and it should be what it now is, it may spare all sides what is best spared. What do you say?

How long would you keep me in town?’

Oh! It is only a question of a few hours. I could go to Soho in the evening, and come to your chambers afterwards.’

Then I say yes,’ said Stryver: ‘I won’t go up there now, I am not so hot upon it as that comes to; I say yes, and I shall expect you to look in to-night. Good morning.’

Then Mr. Stryver turned and burst out of the Bank, causing such a concussion of air on his passage through, that to stand up against it bowing behind the two counters, required the utmost remaining strength of the

two ancient clerks. Those venerable and feeble persons were always seen by the public in the act of bowing, and were popularly believed, when they had bowed a customer out, still to keep on bowing in the empty office until they bowed another customer in.

The barrister was keen enough to divine that the banker would not have gone so far in his expression of opinion on any less solid ground than moral certainty. Unprepared as he was for the large pill he had to swallow, he got it down. ‘And now,’ said Mr. Stryver, shaking his forensic forefinger at the Temple in general, when it was down, ‘my way out of this, is, to put you all in the wrong.’

It was a bit of the art of an Old Bailey tactician, in which he found great relief. ‘You shall not put me in the wrong, young lady,’ said Mr. Stryver; ‘I’ll do that for you.’

Accordingly, when Mr. Lorry called that night as late as ten o’clock, Mr. Stryver, among a quantity of books and papers littered out for the purpose, seemed to have nothing less on his mind than the subject of the morning. He even showed surprise when he saw Mr. Lorry, and was altogether in an absent and preoccupied state.


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 committed 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 committed 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 be 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.

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