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the gentleman was of Beauvais. Like Monsieur Manette, your
father, the gentleman was of repute in Paris. I had the honour of
knowing him there. Our relations were business relations, but
confidential. I was at that time in our French House, and had
been—oh! twenty years.”
“At that time—I may ask, at what time, sir?”
“I speak, miss, of twenty years ago. He married—an English
lady—and I was one of the trustees. His affairs, like the affairs of
many other French gentlemen and French families, were entirely
in Tellson’s hands. In a similar way I am, or I have been, trustee of
one kind or other for scores of our customers. These are mere
business relations, miss; there is no friendship in them, no
particular interest, nothing like sentiment. I have passed from one
to another, in the course of my business life, just as I pass from
one of our customers to another in the course of my business day;
in short, I have no feelings; I am a mere machine. To go on—”
“But this is my father’s story, sir; and I begin to think”—the
curiously roughened forehead was very intent upon him—“that
when I was left an orphan through my mother’s surviving my
father only two years, it was you who brought me to England. I am
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almost sure it was you.”
Mr. Lorry took the hesitating little hand that confidingly
advanced to take his, and he put it with some ceremony to his lips.
He then conducted the young lady straightway to her chair again,
and, holding the chair-back with his left **nd using his right
hand by turns to rub his chin, pull his wig at the ears, or point
what he said, stood looking down into her face while she sat
looking up into his.
“Miss Manette, it was I. And you will see how truly I spoke of
myself just now, in saying I had no feelings, and that all the
relations I hold with my fellow-creatures are mere business
relations, when you reflect that I have never seen you since. No;
you have been the ward of Tellson’s House since, and I have been
busy with the other business of Tellson’s House since. Feelings! I
have no time for them, no chance of them. I pass my whole life,
miss, in turning an immense pecuniary Mangle.”
After this odd deion of his daily routine of employment,
Mr. Lorry flattened his flaxen wig upon his head with both hands
(which was most unnecessary, for nothing could be flatter than its
shining surface was before), and resumed his former attitude.
“So far, miss (as you have remarked), this is the story of your
regretted father. Now comes the difference. If your father had not
died when he did—Don’t be frightened! How you start!”
She did, indeed, start. And she caught his wrist with both her
hands.
“Pray,” said Mr. Lorry, in a soothing tone, bringing his left
hand from the back of the chair to lay it on the supplicatory
fingers that clasped him in so violent a tremble: “pray control your
agitation—a matter of business. As I was saying—” Her look so
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discomposed him that he stopped, wandered, and began anew:
“As I was saying: if Monsieur Manette had not died; if he had
suddenly and silently disappeared; if he had been spirited away; if
it had not been difficult to guess to what dreadful place, though no
art could trace him; if he had an enemy in some compatriot who
could exercise a privilege that I in my own time have known the
boldest people afraid to speak of in a whisper, across the water
there; for instance, the privilege of filling up blank forms of the
consignment of any one to the oblivion of a prison for any length of
time; if his wife had implored the king, the queen, the court, the
clergy, for any tidings of him, and all quite in vain;—then the
history of your father would have been the history of this
unfortunate gentleman, the Doctor of Beauvais.”
“I entreat you to tell me more, sir.”
“I will. I am going to. You can bear it?”
“I can bear anything but the uncertainty you leave me in at this
moment.”
“You speak collectedly, and you—are collected. That’s good!”
(Though his manner was le