a tale of two cities(双城记)-第32章

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　The　Gorgon　had　surveyed　the　building　again　in　the　night；　and　had　added　the　one　stone　face　wanting；　the　stone　face　for　which　it　had　waited　through　about　two　hundred　years。　
　It　lay　back　on　the　pillow　of　Monsieur　the　Marquis。　It　was　like　a　fine　mask；　suddenly　startled；　made　angry；　and　petrified。　Driven　home　into　the　heart　of　the　stone　figure　attached　to　it；　was　a　knife。　Round　its　hilt　was　a　frill　of　paper；　on　which　was　scrawled：　
　‘Drive　him　fast　to　his　tomb。　This；　from　JACQUES。'　


CHAPTER　X
Two　Promises
MORE　months；　to　the　number　of　twelve；　had　come　and　gone；　and　Mr。　Charles　Darnay　was　established　in　England　as　a　higher　teacher　of　the　French　language　who　was　conversant　with　French　literature。　In　this　age；　he　would　have　been　a　Professor；　in　that　age；　he　was　a　Tutor。　He　read　with　young　men　who　could　find　any　leisure　and　interest　for　the　study　of　a　living　tongue　spoken　all　over　the　world；　and　he　cultivated　a　taste　for　its　stores　of　knowledge　and　fancy。　He　could　write　of　them；　besides；　in　sound　English；　and　render　them　into　sound　English。　Such　masters　were　not　at　that　time　easily　found；　Princes　that　had　been；　and　Kings　that　were　to　be；　were　not　yet　of　the　Teacher　class；　and　no　ruined　nobility　had　dropped　out　of　Tellson's　ledgers；　to　turn　cooks　and　carpenters。　As　a　tutor；　whose　attainments　made　the　student's　way　unusually　pleasant　and　profitable；　and　as　an　elegant　translator　who　brought　something　to　his　work　besides　mere　dictionary　knowledge；　young　Mr。　Darnay　soon　became　known　and　encouraged。　He　was　well　acquainted；　moreover；　with　the　circumstances　of　his　country；　and　those　were　of　ever…growing　interest。　So；　with　great　perseverance　and　untiring　industry；　he　prospered。　
　In　London；　he　had　expected　neither　to　walk　on　pavements　of　gold；　nor　to　lie　on　beds　of　roses：　if　he　had　had　any　such　exalted　expectation；　he　would　not　have　prospered。　He　had　expected　labour；　and　he　found　it；　and　did　it；　and　made　the　best　of　it。　In　this；　his　prosperity　consisted。　
A　certain　portion　of　his　time　was　passed　at　Cambridge；　where　he　read　with　undergraduates　as　a　sort　of　tolerated　smuggler　who　drove　a　contraband　trade　in　European　languages；　instead　of　conveying　Greek　and　Latin　through　the　Custom…house。　The　rest　of　his　time　he　passed　in　London。　
　Now；　from　the　days　when　it　was　always　summer　in　Eden；　to　these　days　when　it　is　mostly　winter　in　fallen　latitudes；　the　world　of　a　man　has　invariably　gone　one　wayCharles　Darnay's　waythe　way　of　the　love　of　a　woman。　
　He　had　loved　Lucie　Manette　from　the　hour　of　his　danger。　He　had　never　heard　a　sound　so　sweet　and　dear　as　the　sound　of　her　compassionate　voice；　he　had　never　seen　a　face　so　tenderly　beautiful；　as　hers　when　it　was　confronted　with　his　own　on　the　edge　of　the　grave　that　had　been　dug　for　him。　But；　he　had　not　yet　spoken　to　her　on　the　subject；　the　assassination　at　the　deserted　chaateau　far　away　beyond　the　heaving　water　and　the　long；　long；　dusty　roadsthe　solid　stone　chaateau　which　had　itself　become　the　mere　mist　of　a　dreamhad　been　done　a　year；　and　he　had　never　yet；　by　so　much　as　a　single　spoken　word；　disclosed　to　her　the　state　of　his　heart。　
　That　he　had　his　reasons　for　this；　he　knew　full　well。　It　was　again　a　summer　day　when；　lately　arrived　in　London　from　his　college　occupation；　he　turned　into　the　quiet　corner　in　Soho；　bent　on　seeking　an　opportunity　of　opening　his　mind　to　Doctor　Manette。　It　was　the　close　of　the　summer　day；　and　he　knew　Lucie　to　be　out　with　Miss　Pross。　
　He　found　the　Doctor　reading　in　his　arm…chair　at　a　window。　The　energy　which　had　at　once　supported　him　under　his　old　sufferings　and　aggravated　their　sharpness；　had　been　gradually　restored　to　him。　He　was　now　a　very　energetic　man　indeed　with　great　firmness　of　purpose；　strength　of　resolution；　and　vigour　of　action。　In　his　recovered　energy　he　was　sometimes　a　little　fitful　and　sudden；　as　he　had　at　first　been　in　the　exercise　of　his　other　recovered　faculties；　but；　this　had　never　been　frequently　observable；　and　had　grown　more　and　more　rare。　
　He　studied　much；　slept　little；　sustained　a　great　deal　of　fatigue　with　ease；　and　was　equably　cheerful。　To　him；　now　entered　Charles　Darnay；　at　sight　of　whom　he　laid　aside　his　book　and　held　out　his　hand。　
　‘Charles　Darnay！　I　rejoice　to　see　you。　We　have　been　counting　on　your　return　these　three　or　four　days　past。　Mr。　Stryver　and　Sydney　Carton　were　both　here　yesterday；　and　both　made　you　out　to　be　more　than　due。　
　‘I　am　obliged　to　them　for　their　interest　in　the　matter；'　he　answered；　a　little　coldly　as　to　chem；　though　very　warmly　as　to　the　Doctor。　‘Miss　Manette…'　
　‘Is　well；'　said　the　Doctor；　as　he　stopped　short；　‘and　your　return　will　delight　us　all。　She　has　gone　out　on　some　household　matters；　but　will　soon　be　home。'　
　‘Doctor　Manette；　I　knew　she　was　from　home。　I　took　the　opportunity　of　her　being　from　home；　to　beg　to　speak　to　you。'　
　There　was　a　blank　silence。　
　‘Yes？'　said　the　Doctor；　with　evident　constraint。　‘Bring　your　chair　here；　and　speak　on。'　
He　complied　as　to　the　chair；　but　appeared　to　find　the　speaking　on　less　easy。　
　‘I　have　had　the　happiness；　Doctor　Manette；　of　being　so　intimate　here；'　so　he　at　length　began；　‘for　some　year　and　a　half；　that　I　hope　the　topic　on　which　I　am　about　to　touch　may　not…'　
　He　was　stayed　by　the　Doctor's　putting　out　his　hand　to　stop　him。　When　he　had　kept　it　so　a　little　while；　he　said；　drawing　it　back：　
　‘Is　Lucie　the　topic？'　
　‘She　is。'　
　‘It　is　hard　for　me　to　speak　of　her　at　any　time。　It　is　very　hard　for　me　to　hear　her　spoken　of　in　that　tone　of　yours；　Charles　Darnay。'　
　‘It　is　a　tone　of　fervent　admiration；　true　homage；　and　deep　love；　Doctor　Manette！'　he　said　deferentially。　
　There　was　another　blank　silence　before　her　father　rejoined：　‘I　believe　it。　I　do　you　justice；　I　believe　it。'　
　His　constraint　was　so　manifest；　and　it　was　so　manifest；　too；　that　it　originated　in　an　unwillingness　to　approach　the　subject；　that　Charles　Darnay　hesitated。　
　‘Shall　I　go　on；　sir？'　
　Another　blank。　
　‘Yes；　go　on。'　
　‘You　anticipate　what　I　would　say；　though　you　cannot　know　how　earnestly　I　say　it；　how　earnestly　I　feel　it；　without　knowing　my　secret　heart；　and　the　hopes　and　fears　and　anxieties　with　which　it　has　long　been　laden。　Dear　Doctor　Manette；　I　love　your　daughter　fondly；　dearly；　disinterestedly；　devotedly。　If　ever　there　were　love　in　the　world；　I　love　her。　You　have　loved　yourself；　let　your　old　love　speak　for　me！'　
　The　Doctor　sat　with　his　face　turned　away；　and　his　eyes　bent　on　the　ground。　At　the　last　words；　he　stretched　out　his　hand　again；　hurriedly；　and　cried：　
　‘Not　that；　sir！　Let　that　be！　I　adjure　you；　do　not　recall　that！'　
　His　cry　was　so　like　a　cry　of　actual　pain；　that　it　rang　in　Charles　Darnay's　ears　long　after　he　had　ceased。　He　motioned　with　the　hand　he　had　extended；　and　it　seemed　to　be　an　appeal　to　Darnay　to　pause。　The　latter　so　received　it；　and　remained　silent。　
　‘I　ask　your　pardon；'　said　the　Doctor；　in　a　subdued　tone；　after　some　moments。　‘I　do　not　doubt　your　loving　Lucie；　you　may　be　satisfied　of　it。'　
　He　turned　towards　him　in　his　chair；　but　did　not　look　at　him；　or　raise　his　eyes。　His　chin　dropped　upon　his　hand；　and　his　white　hair　overshadowed　his　face：　
　‘Have　you　spoken　to　Lucie？'　
　‘No。'　
　‘Nor　written？'　
　‘Never。'　
　‘It　would　be　ungenerous　to　affect　not　to　know　that　your　self…denial　is　to　be　referred　to　your　consideration　for　her　father。　Her　father　thanks　you。　
　He　offered　his　hand；　but　his　eyes　did　not　go　with　it。　
　‘I　know；'　said　Darnay；　respectfully；　‘how　can　I　fail　to　know；　Doctor　Manette；　I　who　have　seen　you　together　from　day　to　day；　that　between　you　and　Miss　Manette　there　is　an　affection　so　unusual；　so　touching；　so　belonging　to　the　circumstances　in　which　it　has　been　nurtured；　that　it　can　have　few　parallels；　even　in　the　tenderness　between　a　father　and　child。　I　know；　Dr。　Manettehow　can　I　fail　to　knowthat；　mingled　with　the　affection　and　duty　of　a　daughter　who　has　become　a　woman；　there　is；　in　her　heart；　towards　you；　all　the　love　and　reliance　of　infancy　itself。　I　know　that；　as　in　her　childhood　she　had　no　parent；　so　she　is　now　devoted　to　you　with　all　the　constancy　and　fervour　of　her　present　years　and　character；　united　to　the　trustfulness　and　attachment　of　the　early　days　in　which　you　were　lost　to　her。　I　know　perfectly　well　that　if　you　had　been　restored　to　her　from　the　wo