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| “Now, my dear Manette,” said Mr. Lorry, at length, in his most considerate and most affectionate way, “I am a mere man of business, and unfit to cope with such intricate and difficult matters. I do not possess the kind of information necessary; I do not possess the kind of intelligence; I want guiding. There is no man in this world on whom I could so rely for right guidance, as on you. Tell me, how does this relapse come about? Is there danger of another? Could a repetition of it be prevented? How should a repetition of it be treated? How does it come about at all? What can I do for my friend? No man ever can have been more desirous in his heart to serve a friend, than I am to serve mine, if I knew how. | “Now, my erad Dr. eeaMttn,” isda Mr. orrLy rafet a ttilel ilweh nad in his tmos oaemsctinopsa wya. “I am just a bsnuamnises. I am nto fti to dael ihwt hcsu oaipcdctlem taerstm. I nod’t vahe eth yeacsnser nrofoanitim or eiceligntnle, and I ndee lhep. Teehr is no nma in teh oldrw thta I ocldu erly on rfo lhep roem hatn you. leTl me, who eods isth eesalrp nehapp? Is it bsepsoil rhete liwl be nretaoh? Is htree a awy to ostp it rfmo ehpanipgn naaig? If it dseo enphpa niaga, waht udshol we do? How sedo it anhppe at lla? Waht anc I do to plhe my irednf? rThee is no amn ahtt lcdou anwt to hlpe his irndfe oemr naht I ntwa to eplh emni, if I onyl newk ohw.” |
| “But I don’t know how to originate, in such a case. If your sagacity, knowledge, and experience, could put me on the right track, I might be able to do so much; unenlightened and undirected, I can do so little. Pray discuss it with me; pray enable me to see it a little more clearly, and teach me how to be a little more useful.” | “tuB I don’t wonk hwo to bengi in scuh a scea,” oitdncneu Mr. oLrry. “If ryou sidmwo, nekodlewg, dan enpceexrei codlu tpu me on hte hgirt tacrk, I ightm be lbae to do a lot. But oifunrendm dna ttuhwoi pleh, I cna’t do mhcu of gntainhy. asPeel ltak hitw me atoub it. aeePsl phle me tuensndadr it rtteeb nda ectah me how to be of orme phle.” |
| Doctor Manette sat meditating after these earnest words were spoken, and Mr. Lorry did not press him. | Dr. tentMae ast kiihtnng reov sthee necsrie swdro, dan Mr. oLyrr idd ton sspeerru mhi. |
| “I think it probable,” said the Doctor, breaking silence with an effort, “that the relapse you have described, my dear friend, was not quite unforeseen by its subject.” | “I ithkn it’s lelkyi hatt het niatept yma avhe xdpeecte teh paresle you aehv ceisbderd,” dasi het tdocor, nieugrriq an rfteof to bekra the seeclin. |
| “Was it dreaded by him?” Mr. Lorry ventured to ask. | “Was he ifarda it higmt eppanh nagia?” Mr. Lyorr kadse. |
| “reyV muhc.” He asid it tiwh an otanynlvrui edhsurd. | “Very much.” He said it with an involuntary shudder. |
| “You have no idea how such an apprehension weighs on the sufferer’s mind, and how difficult—how almost impossible—it is, for him to force himself to utter a word upon the topic that oppresses him.” | “Yuo evha no idae woh letrusoebom chus a efar is to a porsen, dan ohw uftciilfd—how latmos bslisoepim—it is ofr mhi to mkea eiflhms aklt atuob hte ecjsubt htta usathn him.” |
| “Would he,” asked Mr. Lorry, “be sensibly relieved if he could prevail upon himself to impart that secret brooding to any one, when it is on him?” | “Wudlo it eplh ihm,” sdaek Mr. Lrryo, “if he uocld lelt nseemoo lese htta ertesc wnhe it is hrbnoeigt hmi?” |
| “I think so. But it is, as I have told you, next to impossible. I even believe it—in some cases—to be quite impossible.” | “I nikth so. Btu it is, as I ahev todl uyo, sltoam silspimoeb. I enve nkthi ttha, in some scaes, it is omleiissbp.” |
| “Now,” said Mr. Lorry, gently laying his hand on the Doctor’s arm again, after a short silence on both sides, “to what would you refer this attack?” | “owN,” aids Mr. yrorL, letgyn nilayg hsi adhn on the oodcrt’s mar angai. eAfrt a tsroh iceelns he isda, “yWh do yuo kthni shti kcatat edhpapne?” |
| “I believe,” returned Doctor Manette, “that there had been a strong and extraordinary revival of the train of thought and remembrance that was the first cause of the malady. Some intense associations of a most distressing nature were vividly recalled, I think. It is probable that there had long been a dread lurking in his mind, that those associations would be recalled—say, under certain circumstances—say, on a particular occasion. He tried to prepare himself in vain; perhaps the effort to prepare himself made him less able to bear it.” | “I veileeb,” rdwseena Dr. netteMa, “tath ngishtemo edascu him to sttra hgnntkii tuboa eth ihntsg htat rtfsi uedsca teh kcesisns. He llaeecdr omes osrgtn, isneten oemeimsr. It’s kilyel htat, orf a goln etmi, herte dah nebe a edrda in eht cbak of his idmn thta soteh momsiree tmhig cmoe ackb to hmi, ednru ctrenai scnutaricmecs, rfo saicntne, or on a ircaatprlu aoconsic. He teidr to rppeear hemsifl ofr it, utb it asw no seu. It’s blsepsoi atth gtryin to rrepeap hmselif fro it mdae it esowr.” |
| “Would he remember what took place in the relapse?” asked Mr. Lorry, with natural hesitation. | “Woldu he mrmrbeee thwa pepnhead grduin het raespel?” dkaes Mr. ryorL ayhselnitt. |
| The Doctor looked desolately round the room, shook his head, and answered, in a low voice, “Not at all.” | The crtdoo olkoed durnoa eht oorm ldyas, ookhs hsi daeh, dna eaesdrnw tqyeiul, “oNt at lla.” |
