a tale of two cities(双城记)-第32部分

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　‘This　is　something　new　to　me；　Mr。　Lorry。　You　deliberately　advise　me　not　to　go　up　to　Soho　and　offer　myselfmyself；　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　thisha；　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　notnot　even　at　Tellson'shave　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　sayit　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。　
　‘Well！'　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　viewit　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　he　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。　

CHAPTER　XIII
The　Fellow　of　Delicacy
IF　Sydney　Carton　ever　shone　anywhere；　he　certainly　never　shone　the　house　of　Doctor　Manette。　He　had　been　there　often；　during　a　whole　year；　and　had　always　been　the　same　moody　and　morose　lounger　there。　When　he　cared　to　talk；　he　talked　well；　but；　the　cloud　of　caring　for　nothing；　which　overshadowed　him　with　such　a　fatal　darkness；　was　very　rarely　pierced　by　the　light　within　him。　
　And　yet　he　did　care　something　for　the　streets　that　environed　that　house；　and　for　the　senseless　stones　that　made　their　pavements。　Many　a　night　he　vaguely　and　unhappily　wandered　there；　when　wine　had　brought　no　transitory　gladness　to　him；　many　a　dreary　daybreak　revealed　his　solitary　figure　lingering　there；　and　still　lingering　there　when　the　first　beams　of　the　sun　brought　into　strong　relief；　removed　beauties　of　architecture　in　spires　of　churches　and　lofty　buildings；　as　perhaps　the　quiet　time　brought　some　sense　of　better　things；　else　forgotten　and　unattainable；　into　his　mind。　Of　late；　the　neglected　bed　in　the　Temple　Court　had　known　him　more　scantily　thin　ever；　and　often　when　he　had　thrown　himself　upon　it　no　longer　than　a　few　minutes；　he　had　got　up　again；　and　haunted　that　neighbourhood。　
　On　a　day　in　August；　when　Mr。　Stryver　（after　notifying　to　his　jackal　that　‘he　had　thought　better　of　that　marrying　matter'）　had　carried　his　delicacy　into　Devonshire；　and　when　the　sight　and　scent　of　flowers　in　the　City　streets　had　some　waifs　of　goodness　in　them　for　the　worst；　of　health　for　the　sickliest；　and　of　youth　for　the　oldest；　Sydney's　feet　still　trod　those　stones。　From　being　irresolute　and　purposeless；　his　feet　became　animated　by　an　intention；　and；　in　the　working　out　of　that　intention；　they　took　him　to　the　Doctor's　door。　
　He　was　shown　upstairs；　and　found　Lucie　at　her　work；　alone。　She　had　never　been　quite　at　her　ease　with　him；　and　received　him　with　some　little　embarrassment　as　he　seated　himself　near　her　table。　But；　looking　up　at　his　face　in　the　interchange　of　the　first　few　commonplaces；　she　observed　a　change　in　it。　
　‘I　fear　you　are　not　well；　Mr。　Carton！'　
　‘No。　But　the　life　I　lead；　Miss　Manette；　is　not　conducive　to　health。　What　is　to　be　expected　of　or　by；　such　profligates？'　
　‘Is　it　notforgive　me；　I　have　begun　the　question　on　my　lipsa　pity　to　live　no　better　life？'　
　‘God　knows　it　is　a　shame！'　
　‘Then　why　not　change　it？'　
　Looking　gently　at　him　again；　she　was　surprised　and　saddened　to　see　that　there　were　tears　in　his　eyes。　There　were　tears　in　his　voice　too；　as　he　answered：　
　‘It　is　too　late　for　that。　I　shall　never　be　better　than　I　am。　I　shall　sink　lower；　and　be　worse。'　
　He　leaned　an　elbow　on　her　table；　and　covered　his　eyes　with　his　hand。　The　table　trembled　in　the　silence　that　followed。　
　She　had　never　seen　hint　softened；　and　was　much　distressed。　He　knew　her　to　be