ing 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 come and wake me at ten.”

The bill being paid, Charles Darnay rose and wished him good

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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 come 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