`Hey?' cried the blatant Stryver. `Did he though? Is that the sort of fellow? Let us look at his infamous name. D--n the fellow!'

Darnay, unable to restrain himself any longer, touched Mr. Stryver on the shoulder, and said:

`I know the fellow.'

`Do you, by Jupiter?' said Stryver. `I am sorry for it.'

`Why?'

`Why, Mr. Darnay? D'ye hear what he did? Don't ask, why, in these times.'

`But I do ask why.'

`Then I tell you again, Mr. Darnay, I am sorry for it. I am sorry to hear you putting any such extraordinary questions. Here is a fellow, who, infected by the most pestilent and blasphemous code of devilry that ever was known, abandoned his property to the vilest scum of the earth that ever did murder by wholesale, and you ask me why I am sorry that a man who instructs youth knows him? Well, but I'll answer you. I am sorry because I believe there is contamination in such a scoundrel. That's why.'

Mindful of the secret, Darnay with great difficulty checked himself, and said: `You may not understand the gentleman.'

`I understand how to put you in a corner, Mr. Darnay,' said Bully Stryver, `and I'll do it. If this fellow is a gentleman, I don't understand him. You may tell him so, with my compliments. You may also tell him, from me, that after abandoning his worldly goods and position to this butcherly mob, I wonder he is not at the head of them. But, no, gentlemen,' said Stryver, looking all round, and snapping his fingers, `I know something of human nature, and I tell you that you'll never find a fellow like this fellow, trusting himself to the mercies of such precious protégés. No, gentlemen; he'll always show `em a clean pair of heels very early in the scuffle, and sneak away.'

With those words, and a final snap of his fingers, Mr. Stryver shouldered himself into Fleet-street, amidst the general approbation of his hearers. Mr. Lorry and Charles Darnay were left alone at the desk, in the general departure from the Bank.

`Will you take charge of the letter?' said Mr. Lorry. `You know where to deliver it?'

`I do.'

`Will you undertake to explain, that we suppose it to have been addressed here, on the chance of our knowing where to forward it, and that it has been here some time?'

`I will do so. Do you start for Paris from here?'

`From here, at eight.'

`I will come back, to see you off.'

Very ill at ease with himself, and with Stryver and most other men, Darnay made the best of his way into the quiet of the Temple, opened the letter, and read it. These were its contents:

`Prison of the Abbaye, Paris.

June 21, 1792.

MONSIEUR HERETOFORE THE MARQUIS,