 and sullen and hang-dog kind, that, upon
my life and soul, I have been ashamed of you, Sydney!«
    »It should be very beneficial to a man in your practice at the bar, to be
ashamed of anything,« returned Sydney; »you ought to be much obliged to me.«
    »You shall not get off in that way,« rejoined Stryver, shouldering the
rejoinder at him; »no, Sydney, it's my duty to tell you - and I tell you to your
face to do you good - that you are a de-vilish ill-conditioned fellow in that
sort of society. You are a disagreeable fellow.«
    Sydney drank a bumper of the punch he had made, and laughed.
    »Look at me!« said Stryver, squaring himself; »I have less need to make
myself agreeable than you have, being more independent in circumstances. Why do
I do it?«
    »I never saw you do it yet,« muttered Carton.
    »I do it because it's politic; I do it on principle. And look at me! I get
on.«
    »You don't get on with your account of your matrimonial intentions,«
answered Carton, with a careless air; »I wish you would keep to that. As to me -
will you never understand that I am incorrigible?«
    He asked the question with some appearance of scorn.
    »You have no business to be incorrigible,« was his friend's answer,
delivered in no very soothing tone.
    »I have no business to be, at all, that I know of,« said Sydney Carton. »Who
is the lady?«
    »Now, don't let my announcement of the name make you uncomfortable, Sydney,«
said Mr. Stryver, preparing him with ostentatious friendliness for the
disclosure he was about to make, »because I know you don't mean half you say;
and if you meant it all, it would be of no importance. I make this little
preface, because you once mentioned the young lady to me in slighting terms.«
    »I did?«
    »Certainly; and in these chambers.«
    Sydney Carton looked at his punch and looked at his complacent friend; drank
his punch and looked at his complacent friend.
    »You made mention of the young lady as a golden-haired doll. The young lady
is Miss Manette. If you had been a fellow of any sensitiveness or delicacy of
feeling in that kind of way, Sydney, I might
