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“I told you you had a remarkable face, Mr. Barsad,” observed Carton, coolly. “Pray sit down.” “I told you that you had a memorable face, Mr. Barsad,” said Carton, coolly. “Please sit down.”
As he took a chair himself, he supplied the link that Mr. Lorry wanted, by saying to him with a frown, “Witness at that trial.” Mr. Lorry immediately remembered, and regarded his new visitor with an undisguised look of abhorrence. As he took a chair, he supplied the information Mr. Lorry was looking for by saying with a frown, “I was a witness at that trial.” Mr. Lorry remembered immediately and looked at Mr. Barsad with a clear look of hatred.
“Mr. Barsad has been recognised by Miss Pross as the affectionate brother you have heard of,” said Sydney, “and has acknowledged the relationship. I pass to worse news. Darnay has been arrested again.” “Mr. Barsad was recognized by Miss Pross. He is the ‘loving brother’ that you have heard about,” said Sydney. “He has admitted it. I also have worse news. Darnay has been arrested again.”
Struck with consternation, the old gentleman exclaimed, “What do you tell me! I left him safe and free within these two hours, and am about to return to him!” Mr. Lorry was shocked. “What are you telling me!” he exclaimed. “When I left him two hours ago, he was safe and free. I was about to return to him!”
“Arrested for all that. When was it done, Mr. Barsad?” “Arrested just the same. When was he arrested, Mr. Barsad?”
“Just now, if at all.” “Just now, if he was already arrested.”
“Mr. Barsad is the best authority possible, sir,” said Sydney, “and I have it from Mr. Barsad’s communication to a friend and brother Sheep over a bottle of wine, that the arrest has taken place. He left the messengers at the gate, and saw them admitted by the porter. There is no earthly doubt that he is retaken.” “Mr. Barsad would know best, sir,” said Sydney. “I heard him say to a friend who was another spy over a bottle of wine at the wine shop that he has already been arrested. Barsad left the messengers at Darnay’s gate and saw them let in by the porter. There is no doubt that he has been arrested again.”
Mr. Lorry’s business eye read in the speaker’s face that it was loss of time to dwell upon the point. Confused, but sensible that something might depend on his presence of mind, he commanded himself, and was silently attentive. Mr. Lorry’s business-minded eye could see by looking at Barsad’s face that it would just waste time to talk about it further. He was confused but could tell that something might depend on his having a clear head. He pulled himself together and listened carefully.
“Now, I trust,” said Sydney to him, “that the name and influence of Doctor Manette may stand him in as good stead to-morrow—you said he would be before the Tribunal again to-morrow, Mr. Barsad? —” “Now I trust that Dr. Manette’s name and influence may help him as much tomorrow—” said Sydney. “You said he would be brought before the tribunal again tomorrow, Mr. Barsad?”
“Yes; I believe so.” “Yes, I think so.”
“—In as good stead to-morrow as to-day. But it may not be so. I own to you, I am shaken, Mr. Lorry, by Doctor Manette’s not having had the power to prevent this arrest.” “Dr. Manette’s name will help him as much tomorrow as it did today, but that might not be true. I admit, Mr. Lorry, that I am shaken by the fact that Dr. Manette didn’t have the power to stop his arrest.”
“He may not have known of it beforehand,” said Mr. Lorry. “He might not have known about it beforehand,” said Mr. Lorry.
“But that very circumstance would be alarming, when we remember how identified he is with his son-in-law.” “But that’s alarming when you remember how close everyone knows he is with Darnay.”
“That’s true,” Mr. Lorry acknowledged, with his troubled hand at his chin, and his troubled eyes on Carton. “That’s true,” Mr. Lorry agreed, troubled. He rubbed his chin with his hand and looked at Carton.
“In short,” said Sydney, “this is a desperate time, when desperate games are played for desperate stakes. Let the Doctor play the winning game; I will play the losing one. No man’s life here is worth purchase. Any one carried home by the people to-day, may be condemned tomorrow. Now, the stake I have resolved to play for, in case of the worst, is a friend in the Conciergerie. And the friend I purpose to myself to win, is Mr. Barsad.” “In short,” said Sydney, “this is a desperate time, when desperate games are played for desperate stakes. Winning Darnay’s freedom is like a card game. Let the doctor play the winning hand. I’ll play the losing one. No man’s life here is worth anything. Anyone can be carried home by the people in celebration one day and condemned to die the next. Now, in case Dr. Manette can’t help him and Darnay is sentenced to death, I have decided to try to win over a friend in the Conciergerie. The friend I want to win over is Mr. Barsad.”
“You need have good cards, sir,” said the spy. “You’ll need good cards to win me over, sir,” said Barsad.
“I’ll run them over. I’ll see what I hold, —Mr. Lorry, you know what a brute I am; I wish you’d give me a little brandy.” “I’ll look them over and see what I hold. Mr. Lorry, you know what a brute I am and I how much I like to drink. Please give me a little brandy.”
It was put before him, and he drank off a glassful—drank off another glassful—pushed the bottle thoughtfully away. Brandy was put in front of him and he drank a whole glass. Then he drank another glass and pushed the bottle away from him thoughtfully.