Mr. Lorry bustled into the chair, and was carried off to Tellson’s.

Carton, who smelt of port wine, and did not appear to be quite

sober, laughed then, and turned to Darnay:

“This is a strange chance that throws you and me together. This

must be a strange night to you, standing alone here with your

counterpart on these street stones?”

“I hardly seem yet,” returned Charles Darnay, “to belong to this

world again.”

“I don’t wonder at it; it’s not so long since you were pretty far

advanced on your way to another. You speak faintly.”

“I begin to think I am faint.”

“Then why the devil don’t you dine? I dined, myself, while

those numskulls were deliberating which world you should belong

tothis, or some other. Let me show you the nearest tavern to

dine well at.”

Drawing his arm through his own, he took him down Ludgatehill

to Fleet Street, and so, up a covered way, into a tavern. Here,

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