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Looking his companion full in the face while he drank the toast,

Carton flung his glass over his shoulder against the wall, where

it shivered to pieces; then, rang the bell, and ordered in

another.

"That's a fair young lady to hand to a coach in the dark, Mr.

Darnay!" he said, filling his new goblet.

A slight frown and a laconic "Yes," were the answer.

"That's a fair young lady to be pitied by and wept for by! How

does it feel? Is it worth being tried for one's life, to be the

object of such sympathy and compassion, Mr. Darnay?"

Again Darnay answered not a word.

"She was mightily pleased to have your message, when I gave it

her. Not that she showed she was pleased, but I suppose she was."

The allusion served as a timely reminder to Darnay that this

disagreeable companion had, of his own free will, assisted him in

the strait of the day. He turned the dialogue to that point, and

thanked him for it.