ation with the lifting of her darkly defined eyebrows over her toothpick by the breadth of a line； suggested to her husband that he would do well to look round the shop among the customers； for any new customer who had dropped in while he stepped over the way。
The wine…shop keeper accordingly rolled his eyes about； until they rested upon an elderly gentleman and a young lady； who were seated in a corner。 Other company were there： two playing cards； two playing dominoes； three standing by the counter lengthening out a short supply of wine。 As he passed behind the counter； he took notice that the elderly gentleman said in a look to the young lady ‘This is our man。
‘What the devil do you do in that galley there？' said Monsieur Defarge to himself； ‘I don't know you。'
But； he feigned not to notice the two strangers； and fell into discourse with the triumvirate of customers who were drinking at the counter。
‘How goes it； Jacques？' said one of these three to Monsieur Defarge。 ‘Is all the spilt wine swallowed？'
‘Every drop； Jacques；' answered Monsieur Defarge。
When this interchange of christian name was effected。 Madame Defarge； picking her teeth with her toothpick coughed another grain of cough； and raised her eyebrows by the breadth of another line。
‘It is not often；' said the second of the three； addressing Monsieur Defarge； ‘that many of these miserable beasts know the taste of wine； or of anything but black bread and death。 Is it not so； Jacques？'
‘It is so； Jacques；' Monsieur Defarge returned。
At this second interchange of the christian name； Madame Defarge； still using her toothpick with profound composure； coughed another grain of cough； and raised her eyebrows by the breadth of another line。
The last of the three now said his say； as he put down his empty drinking vessel and smacked his lips。
‘Ah！ So much the worse！ A bitter taste it is that such poor cattle always have in their mouths； and hard lives they live； Jacques。 Am I right； Jacques？'
‘You are right； Jacques；' was the response of Monsieur Defarge。
This third interchange of the christian name was completed at the moment when Madame Defarge put her toothpick by； kept her eyebrows up； and slightly rustled in her seat。
‘Hold then！ True！' muttered her husband。 ‘Gentlemenmy wife！'
The three customers pulled off their hats to Madame Defarge； with three flourishes。 She acknowledged their homage by bending her head； and giving them a quick look。 Then she glanced in a casual manner round the wine…shop； took up her knitting with great apparent calmness and repose of spirit； and became absorbed in it。
‘Gentlemen；' said her husband； who had kept his bright eye observantly upon her； ‘good day。 The chamber； furnished bachelor…fashion； that you wished to see； and ‘were inquiring for when I stepped out； is on the fifth floor。 The doorway of the staircase gives on the little court…yard close to the left here；' pointing with his hand； ‘near to the window of my establishment。 But； now that I remember； one of you has already been there； and can show the way。 Gentlemen； adieu！
They paid for their wine； and left the place。 The eyes of Monsieur Defarge were studying his wife at her knitting when the elderly gentleman advanced from his corner； and begged the favour of a word。
‘Willingly； sir；' said Monsieur Defarge； and quietly stepped with him to the door。
Their conference was very short； but very decided。 Almost at the first word； Monsieur Defarge started and became deeply attentive。 It had not lasted a minute； when he nodded and went out。 The gentleman then beckoned to the young lady； and they； too； went out。 Madame Defarge knitted with nimble fingers and steady eyebrows； and saw nothing。
Mr。 Jarvis Lorry and Miss Manette； emerging from the wine…shop thus； joined Monsieur Defarge in the doorway to which he had directed his other company just before。 It opened from a stinking little black court…yard； and was the general public entrance to a great pile of houses； inhabited by a great number of people。 In the gloomy tile…paved entry to the gloomy tile…paved staircase； Monsieur Defarge bent down on one knee to the child of his old master； and put her hand to his lips。 It was a gentle action； but not at all gently done； a very remarkable transformation had come over him in a few seconds。 He had no good…humour in his face； nor any openness of aspect left； but had become a secret； angry； dangerous man。
‘It is very high； it is a little difficult。 Better to begin slowly。' Thus； Monsieur Defarge； in a stern voice； to Mr。 Lorry； as they began ascending the stairs。
‘Is he alone？' the latter whispered。
‘Alone！ God help him； who should be with him？' said the other； in the same low voice。
‘Is he； always alone； then？'
‘Yes。
‘Of his own desire？'
‘Of his own necessity。 As he was； when I first saw him after they found me and demanded to know if I would take him； and； at my peril be discreethas he was then； so he is now。
‘He is greatly changed？'
‘Changed！'
The keeper of the wine…shop stopped to strike the wall with his hand； and mutter a tremendous curse。 No direct answer could have been half so forcible。 Mr。 Lorry's spirits grew heavier and heavier； as he and his two companions ascended higher and higher。
Such a staircase； with its accessories； in the older and more crowded parts of Paris； would be bad enough now； but； at that time； it was vile indeed to unaccustomed and unhardened senses。 Every little habitation within the great foul nest of one high buildingthat is to say； the room or rooms within every door that opened on the general staircaseleft its own heap of refuse on its own landing； besides Ringing other refuse from its own windows。 The uncontrollable and hopeless mass of decomposition so engendered； would have polluted the air； even if poverty and deprivation had not loaded it wit！' their intangible impurities； the Mo bad sources combined made it almost insupportable。 Through such an atmosphere； by a steep dark shaft of dirt and poison； the way lay。 Yielding to his own disturbance of mind； and to his young companion's agitation； which became greater every instant； Mr。 Jarvis Lorry twice stopped to rest。 Each of these stoppages was made at a doleful grating； by which any languishing good airs that were left uncorrupted seemed to escape； and all spoilt and sickly vapours seemed to crawl in。 Through the rusted bars； tastes； rather than glimpses； were caught of the jumbled neighbourhood； and nothing within range； nearer or lower than the summits of the two…great towers of Notre…Dame； had any promise on it of healthy life or wholesome aspirations。
At last； the top of the staircase was gained； and they stopped for the third time。 There was yet an upper staircase； of a steeper inclination and of contracted dimensions； to be ascended； before the garret story was reached。 The keeper of the wine…shop； always going a little in advance； and always going on the side which Mr。 Lorry took； as though he dreaded to be asked any question by the young lady； turned himself about here； and； carefully feeling in the pockets of the coat he carried over his shoulder； took out a key。
‘The door is locked then； my friend？' said Mr。 Lorry'； surprised。
‘Ay。 Yes；' was the grim reply of Monsieur Defarge。
‘You think it necessary to keep the unfortunate gentleman so retired？'
‘I think it necessary to turn the key。' Monsieur Defarge whispered it closer in his ear； and frowned heavily。
‘Why？'
‘Why！ Because he has lived so long； locked up； that he would be frightenedravetear himself to piecesdiecome to I know not what harm…if his door was left open。'
‘Is it possible？' exclaimed Mr。 Lorry。
‘Is it possible？' repeated Defarge； bitterly。 ‘Yes。 And a beautiful world we live in； when it is possible； and when many other such things are possible； and not only possible； but donedone； see you！under that sky there； every day。 Long live the Devil。 Let us go on。'
This dialogue had been held in so very low a whisper； that not a word of it had reached the young lady's ears。 But； by this time she trembled under such strong emotion； and her face expressed such deep anxiety； and； above all； such dread and terror； that Mr。 Lorry felt it incumbent on him to speak a word or two of reassurance。
‘Courage； dear miss！ Courage！ Business！ The worst will be over in a moment； it is but passing the room…door； and the worst is over。 Then； all the good you bring to him； all the relief； all the happiness you bring to him； begin。 Let our good friend here； assist you on that side。 That's well； friend Defarge。 Come； now。 Business； business！'
They went up slowly and softly。 The staircase was short； and they were soon at the top。 There； as it had an abrupt turn in it； they came all at once in sight of three men； whose heads were bent down close together at the side of a door； and who were intently looking into the room to which the door belonged； through some chinks or holes in the wall。 On hearing footsteps close at hand； these three turned； and rose； and showed themselves to be the three of one name who had been drinking in the wine…shop。
‘I forgot them in the surprise of your visit；' explained Monsieur Defarge。 ‘Leave us； good boys； we have business' here。'
The three glided by； and went silently down。
There appearing to be no other door on that floor； and the keeper of the wine…shop going straight to this one when they were left alone； Mr。 Lorry asked him in a whisper； with little anger：
‘Do you make a show of Monsieur Manette？'
‘I show him； in the way you have seen； to a chosen few。'
‘Is that well？'
‘I think it is well。'
‘Who are the few？ How do you choose them？'
‘I choose them as real men； of my nameJacques is my nameto whom the sight is likely to do good。 Enough you are English； that is another thing。 Stay there； if you please； a little moment。'
With an admonitory gesture to keep them back； he stooped； and looked in through the crevice in the wall。 Soon raising his head again； he struck twice or thrice upon the doorevidently with no other object than to make a noise there With the same intention； he drew the key across it； three or four times； before he put it clumsily into the lock； and turned it as heavily as he could。