|Worn out by anxious watching, Mr. Lorry fell asleep at his post. On The tenth morning of his suspense, he was startled by the shining of the sun into the room where a heavy slumber had overtaken him when it was dark night.||Mr. Lorry was so tired out by anxiously watching the doctor that he fell asleep. On the tenth morning of the doctor’s illness, Mr. Lorry was startled by the sun shining into the room, since he had dozed off when it was dark night.|
|He rubbed his eyes and roused himself; but he doubted, when he had done so, whether he was not still asleep. For, going to the door of the Doctor’s room and looking in, he perceived that the shoemaker’s bench and tools were put aside again, and that the Doctor himself sat reading at the window. He was in his usual morning dress, and his face (which Mr. Lorry could distinctly see), though still very pale, was calmly studious and attentive.||He rubbed his eyes and got up, but once he was up, he thought he might still be asleep. Looking into the doctor’s room, he saw that the shoemaker’s bench and tools had been set aside again. The doctor was sitting by the window reading, and he was in his usual morning clothes. Mr. Lorry could see his face clearly. He was still very pale, but he looked calm and focused.|
|Even when he had satisfied himself that he was awake, Mr. Lorry felt giddily uncertain for some few moments whether the late shoemaking might not be a disturbed dream of his own; for, did not his eyes show him his friend before him in his accustomed clothing and aspect, and employed as usual; and was there any sign within their range, that the change of which he had so strong an impression had actually happened?||Even when he was sure that he was actually awake, Mr. Lorry wondered for a few moments whether the doctor’s recent shoemaking had all been a dream. He could see his friend in front of him dressed and looking as usual, and reading as he normally did. Was there any sign that the change in the doctor that he had seen during the past few days had actually happened?|
|It was but the inquiry of his first confusion and astonishment, the answer being obvious. If the impression were not produced by a real corresponding and sufficient cause, how came he, Jarvis Lorry, there? How came he to have fallen asleep, in his clothes, on the sofa in Doctor Manette’s consulting-room, and to be debating these points outside the Doctor’s bedroom door in the early morning?||He only asked himself this in his first moment of confusion and surprise. The answer was obvious: if the doctor hadn’t really relapsed into making shoes, then how had he, Jarvis Lorry, come to be there? How had he fallen asleep in his clothes on the sofa in Dr. Manette’s consulting room, and how was he there having these thoughts outside the doctor’s bedroom early that morning?|
|Within a few minutes, Miss Pross stood whispering at his side. If he had had any particle of doubt left, her talk would of necessity have resolved it; but he was by that time clear-headed, and had none. He advised that they should let the time go by until the regular breakfast-hour, and should then meet the Doctor as if nothing unusual had occurred. If he appeared to be in his customary state of mind, Mr. Lorry would then cautiously proceed to seek direction and guidance from the opinion he had been, in his anxiety, so anxious to obtain.||Miss Pross was there within a few minutes, whispering quietly beside Mr. Lorry. If he had any doubts left, the way she spoke about the situation would have decided the matter. By then, though, he was clearheaded and had no doubts. He decided that they should leave the doctor alone until the usual breakfast time, then they would meet the doctor as if nothing unusual had happened. If he seemed to be behaving as he typically did, Mr. Lorry would then cautiously start looking for help from the man whose opinion he so anxiously wanted to hear.|
|Miss Pross, submitting herself to his judgment, the scheme was worked out with care. Having abundance of time for his usual methodical toilette, Mr. Lorry presented himself at the breakfast-hour in his usual white linen, and with his usual neat leg. The Doctor was summoned in the usual way, and came to breakfast.||
Miss Pross followed his advice and they worked out the plan carefully. Mr.
Lorry had plenty of time for his usual |
the process of attending to your personal appearancetoilette, and he arrived at breakfast in his usual white linen with his usual tight stockings. The doctor was called as usual, and he came to breakfast.
|So far as it was possible to comprehend him without overstepping those delicate and gradual approaches which Mr. Lorry felt to be the only safe advance, he at first supposed that his daughter’s marriage had taken place yesterday. An incidental allusion, purposely thrown out, to the day of the week, and the day of the month, set him thinking and counting, and evidently made him uneasy. In all other respects, however, he was so composedly himself, that Mr. Lorry determined to have the aid he sought. And that aid was his own.||Mr. Lorry delicately asked the doctor some questions. Apparently, the doctor first thought that his daughter’s marriage had taken place only the day before. Mr. Lorry mentioned briefly what day of the week and month it was. This got the doctor to thinking and counting the days. This apparently made him uneasy. In all other ways, however, he behaved so much like his usual self that Mr. Lorry decided to get the help he wanted. He wanted help from Dr. Manette himself.|