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A Plea
When the newly-married pair came home, the first
person who appeared, to offer his congratulations, was
Sydney Carton. They had not been at home many hours,
when he presented himself. He was not improved in
habits, or in looks, or in manner; but there was a certain
rugged air of fidelity about him, which was new to the
observation of Charles Darnay.
He watched his opportunity of taking Darnay aside into
a window, and of speaking to him when no one
overheard.
Mr. Darnay, said Carton, I wish we might be friends.
We are already friends, I hope.
You are good enough to say so, as a fashion of speech;
but, I dont mean any fashion of speech. Indeed, when I
say I wish we might be friends, I scarcely mean quite that,
either.
Charles Darnayas was naturalasked him, in all
good-humour and good-fellowship, what he did mean?
Upon my life, said Carton, smiling, I find that easier
to comprehend in my own mind, than to convey to yours.
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However, let me try. You remember a certain famous
occasion when I was more drunk than than usual?
I remember a certain famous occasion when you
forced me to confess that you had been drinking.
I remember it too. The curse of those occasions is
heavy upon me, for I always remember them. I hope it
may be taken into account one day, when all days are at
an end for me! Dont be alarmed; I am not going to
preach.
I am not at all alarmed. Earnestness in you, is anything
but alarming to me.
Ah! said Carton, with a careless wave of his hand, as if
he waved that away. On the drunken occasion in
question (one of a large number, as you know), I was
insufferable about liking you, and not liking you. I wish
you would forget it.
I forgot it long ago.
Fashion of speech again! But, Mr. Darnay, oblivion is
not so easy to me, as you represent it to be to you. I have
by no means forgotten it, and a light answer does not help
me to forget it.
If it was a light answer, returned Darnay, I beg your
forgiveness for it. I had no other object than to turn a
slight thing, which, to my surprise, seems to trouble you
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too much, aside. I declare to you, on the faith of a
gentleman, that I have long dismissed it from my mind.
Good Heaven, what was there to dismiss! Have I had
nothing more important to remember, in the great service
you rendered me that day?
As to the great service, said Carton, I am bound to
avow to you, when you speak of it in that way, that it was
mere professional claptrap, I dont know that I cared what
became of you, when I rendered it.Mind! I say when I
rendered it; I am speaking of the past.
You make light of the obligation, returned Darnay,
but I will not quarrel with YOUR light answer.
Genuine truth, Mr. Darnay, trust me! I have gone
aside from my purpose; I was speaking about our being
friends. Now, you know me; you know I am incapable of
all the higher and better flights of men. If you doubt it, ask
Stryver, and hell tell you so.
I prefer to form my own opinion, without the aid of
his.
Well! At any rate you know me as a dissolute dog,
who has never done any good, and never will.
I dont know that you never will.
But I do, and you must take my word for it. Well! If
you could endure to have such a worthless fellow, and a
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fellow of such indifferent reputation, coming and going at
odd times, I should ask that I might be permitted to come
and go as a privileged person here; that I might be
regarded as an useless (and I would add, if it were not for
the resemblance I detected between you and me, an
unornamental) piece of furniture, tolerated for its old
service, and taken no notice of. I doubt if I should abuse
the permission. It is a hundred to one if I should avail
myself of it four times in a year. It would satisfy me, I dare
say, to know that I had it.
Will you try?
That is another way of saying that I am placed on the
footing I have indicated. I thank you, Darnay. I may use
that freedom with your name?
I think so, Carton, by this time.
They shook hands upon it, and Sydney turned away.
Within a minute afterwards, he was, to all outward
appearance, as unsubstantial as ever.
When he was gone, and in the course of an evening
passed with Miss Pross, the Doctor, and Mr. Lorry,
Charles Darnay made some mention of this conversation
in general terms, and spoke of Sydney Carton as a problem
of carelessness and recklessness. He spoke of him, in short,
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not bitterly or meaning to bear hard upon him, but as
anybody might who saw him as he showed himself.
He had no idea that this could dwell in the thoughts of
his fair young wife; but, when he afterwards joined her in
their own rooms, he found her waiting for him with the
old pretty lifting of the forehead strongly marked.
We are thoughtful to-night! said Darnay, drawing his
arm about her.
Yes, dearest Charles, with her hands on his breast, and
the inquiring and attentive expression fixed upon him; we
are rather thoughtful to-night, for we have something on
our mind to-night.
What is it, my Lucie?
Will you promise not to press one question on me, if I
beg you not to ask it?
Will I promise? What will I not promise to my Love?
What, indeed, with his hand putting aside the golden
hair from the cheek, and his other hand against the heart
that beat for him!
I think, Charles, poor Mr. Carton deserves more
consideration and respect than you expressed for him tonight.
Indeed, my own? Why so?
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That is what you are not to ask me. But I thinkI
knowhe does.
If you know it, it is enough. What would you have me
do, my Life?
I would ask you, dearest, to be very generous with
him always, and very lenient on his faults when he is not
by. I would ask you to believe that he has a heart he very,
very seldom reveals, and that there are deep wounds in it.
My dear, I have seen it bleeding.
It is a painful reflection to me, said Charles Darnay,
quite astounded, that I should have done him any wrong.
I never thought this of him.
My husband, it is so. I fear he is not to be reclaimed;
there is scarcely a hope that anything in his character or
fortunes is reparable now. But, I am sure that he is capable
of good things, gentle things, even magnanimous things.
She looked so beautiful in the purity of her faith in this
lost man, that her husband could have looked at her as she
was for hours.
And, O my dearest Love! she urged, clinging nearer
to him, laying her head upon his breast, and raising her
eyes to his, remember how strong we are in our
happiness, and how weak he is in his misery!
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The supplication touched him home. I will always
remember it, dear Heart! I will remember it as long as I
live.
He bent over the golden head, and put the rosy lips to
his, and folded her in his arms. If one forlorn wanderer
then pacing the dark streets, could have heard her
innocent disclosure, and could have seen the drops of pity
kissed away by her husband from the soft blue eyes so
loving of that husband, he might have cried to the night
and the words would not have parted from his lips for the
first time
God bless her for her sweet compassion!

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