used to condemn him.

Darnay would doubtless have been convicted but for a curious
coincidence: A dissipated young lawyer, named Sydney Carton, sitting in
the court room, had noticed with surprise that he himself looked very
much like the prisoner; in fact, that they were so much alike they might
almost have been taken for twin brothers. He called the attention of
Darnay's lawyer to this, and the latter--while one of the witnesses
against Darnay was making oath that he had seen him in a certain place
in France--made Carton take off his wig (all lawyers wear wigs in
England while in court) and stand up beside Darnay. The two were so
alike the witness was puzzled, and he could not swear which of the two
he had seen. For this reason Darnay, to Lucie's great joy, was found not
guilty.

Sydney Carton, who had thought of and suggested this clever thing, was a
reckless, besotted young man. He cared for nobody, and nobody, he used
to say, cared for him. He lacked energy and ambition to work and
struggle for himself, but for the sake of plenty of money with which to
buy liquor, he studied cases for another lawyer, who was fast growing
rich by his labor. His master, who hired him, was the lion; Carton was
content, through his own indolence and lack of purpose, to be the
jackal.

His conscience had always condemned him for this, and now, as he saw the
innocent Darnay's look, noble and straightforward, so like himself as he
might have been, and as he thought of Lucie's sweet face and of how she
had wept as she was forced to give testimony against the other, Carton
felt that he almost hated the man whose life he had saved.

The trial brought Lucie and these two men (so like each other in
feature, yet so unlike in character) together, and afterward they often
met at Doctor Manette's house.

It was in a quiet part of London that Lucie and her father lived, all
alone save for the faithful Miss Pross. They had little furniture, for
they were quite poor, but Lucie made the most of everything. Doctor
Manette had recovered his mind, but not all of his memory. Sometimes he
would get up in the night and walk up and down, up and down, for hours.
At such times Lucie would hurry to him and walk up and down with him
till he was calm again. She never knew why he did this, but she came to
believe he was trying vainly to remember all that had happened in those
lost years which he had forgotten. He kept his prison bench and tools
always by hi