第82章BOOKTHESECOND：THEGOLDENTHREAD(65)

第82章bookthesecond：thegoldenthread(65)

'andiaminplainreality.thetruthis，mydearcharles，'mr.lorryglancedatthedistanthouse，andloweredhisvoice，'youcanhavenoconceptionofthedifficultywithwhichourbusinessistransacted，andoftheperilinwhichourbooksandpapersoveryonderareinvolved.thelordaboveknowswhatthecompromisingconsequenceswouldbetonumbersofpeople，ifsomeofourdocumentswereseizedordestroyed；andtheymightbe，atanytime，youknow，forwhocansaythatparisisnotseta-firetodayorsackedtomorrow！now，ajudiciousselectionfromthese，withtheleastpossibledelay，andtheburyingofthem，orotherwisegettingofthemoutofharm'swayiswithinthepower（withoutlossofprecioustime）ofscarcelyanyonebutmyself，ifanyone.andshallihangback，whentellson'sknowsthisandsaysthis—tellson's，whosebreadihaveeatenthesesixtyyears—becauseiamalittlestiffaboutthejoints？why，iamaboy，sir，tohalfadozenoldcodgershere！'

'howiadmirethegallantryofyouryouthfulspirit，mr.lorry.'

'tut！nonsense，sir！—andmydearcharles，'saidmr.lorry，glancingatthehouseagain，'youaretoremember，thatgettingthingsoutofparisatthispresenttime，nomatterwhatthings，isnexttoanimpossibility.papersandpreciousmatterswerethisverydaybroughttoushere（ispeakinstrictconfidence；itisnotbusiness-liketowhisperit，eventoyou），bythestrangestbearersyoucanimagine，everyoneofwhomhadhisheadhangingonbyasinglehairashepassedthebarriers.atanothertime，ourparcelswouldcomeandgo，aseasilyasinbusiness-likeoldengland；butnow，everythingisstopped.'

'anddoyoureallygotonight？'

'ireallygotonight，forthecasehasbecometoopressingtoadmitofdelay.'

'anddoyoutakenoonewithyou？'

'allsortsofpeoplehavebeenproposedtome，butiwillhavenothingtosaytoanyofthem.iintendtotakejerry.jerryhasbeenmybodyguardonsundaynightsforalongtimepast，andiamusedtohim.nobodywillsuspectjerryofbeinganythingbutanenglishbulldog，orofhavinganydesigninhisheadbuttoflyatanybodywhotoucheshismaster.'

'imustsayagainthatiheartilyadmireyourgallantryandyouthfulness.'

'imustsayagain，nonsense，nonsense！whenihaveexecutedthislittlecommission，ishall，perhaps，accepttellson'sproposaltoretireandliveatmyease.timeenough，then，tothinkaboutgrowingold.'

thisdialoguehadtakenplaceatmr.lorry'susualdesk，withmonseigneurswarmingwithinayardortwoofit，boastfulofwhathewoulddotoavengehimselfontherascal-peoplebeforelong.itwastoomuchthewayofmonseigneurunderhisreversesasarefugee，anditwasmuchtoomuchthewayofnativebritishorthodoxy，totalkofthisterriblerevolutionasifitweretheoneonlyharvesteverknownundertheskiesthathadnotbeensown—asifnothinghadeverbeendone，oromittedtobedone，thathadledtoit—asifobserversofthewretchedmillionsinfrance，andofthemisusedandpervertedresourcesthatshouldhavemadethemprosperous，hadnotseenitinevitablycoming，yearsbefore，andhadnotinplainwordsrecordedwhattheysaw.suchvapouring，combinedwiththeextravagantplotsofmonseigneurfortherestorationofastateofthingsthathadutterlyexhausteditself，andwornoutheavenandearthaswellasitself，washardtobeenduredwithoutsomeremonstrancebyanysanemanwhoknewthetruth.anditwassuchvapouringallabouthisears，likeatroublesomeconfusionofbloodinhisownhead，addedtoalatentuneasinessinhismind，whichhadalreadymadecharlesdarnayrestless，andwhichstillkepthimso.

amongthetalkers，wasstryver，oftheking'sbenchbar，faronhiswaytostatepromotion，and，therefore，loudonthetheme：broachingtomonseigneur，hisdevicesforblowingthepeopleupandexterminatingthemfromthefaceoftheearth，anddoingwithoutthem：andforaccomplishingmanysimilarobjectsakinintheirnaturetotheabolitionofeaglesbysprinklingsaltonthetailsoftherace.him，darnayheard，withaparticularfeelingofobjection；anddarnaystooddividedbetweengoingawaythathemighthearnomore，andremainingtointerposehisword，whenthethingthatwastobe，wentontoshapeitselfout.

thehouseapproachedmr.lorry，andlayingasoiledandunopenedletterbeforehim，askedifhehadyetdiscoveredanytracesofthepersontowhomitwasaddressed？thehouselaidtheletterdownsoclosetodarnaythathesawthedirection—themorequicklybecauseitwashisownrightname.theaddress，turnedintoenglish，ran：'verypressing.tomonsieurheretoforethemarquisst.evremonde，offrance.confidedtothecaresofmessrs.tellsonandco.，bankers，london，england.'

onthemarriagemorning，dr.manettehadmadeithisoneurgentandexpressrequesttocharlesdarnay，thatthesecretofhisnameshouldbe—unlesshe，thedoctor，dissolvedtheobligation—keptinviolatebetweenthem.nobodyelseknewittobehisname；hisownwifehadnosuspicionofthefact；mr.lorrycouldhavenone.

'no，'saidmr.lorry，inreplytothehouse；'ihavereferredit，ithink，toeverybodynowhere，andnoonecantellmewherethisgentlemanistobefound.'

thehandsoftheclockverginguponthehourofclosingthebank，therewasageneralsetofthecurrentoftalkerspastmr.lorry'sdesk.heheldtheletteroutinquiringly；andmonseigneurlookedatit，inthepersonofthisplottingandindignantrefugee；andthis，that，andtheother，allhadsomethingdisparagingtosay，infrenchorinenglish，concerningthemarquiswhowasnottobefound.

'nephew，ibelieve—butinanycasedegenerateessor—ofthepolishedmarquiswhowasmurdered，'saidone.'happytosayineverknewhim.'

'acravenwhoabandonedhispost，'saidanother—thismonseigneurhadbeengotoutofparis，legsuppermostandhalfsuffocated，inaloadofhay—'someyearsago.'