| When the newlyweds came home, the first person that came to congratulate them was Sydney Carton. They had only been home for a few hours when he showed up. He wasn’t any better-behaved or better in his appearance than he had been before, but he seemed more fit and dependable in a way that Charles Darnay had never noticed before. |
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 | Mr.Darnay, I hope we can be friends? | |
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| I hope that we are already friends. | |
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| It’s easier for me to understand than it is for me to explain. However, let me try. Do you remember the night we went to the tavern together after your trial? When I was even more drunk than usual. As you know, I was rudely speaking about whether I liked you or disliked you. I hope you will forget all about it. | |
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| I remember a certain evening when you made me admit to you that you had been drinking. Well I forgot about that a long time ago. And didn’t you do a great favor for me that day that I should remember? | |
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| I need to tell you that the great favor I did for you was actually just professional nonsense. I don’t think that I cared what happened to you when I did it. Mind you, I’m saying that that is how I felt back then. I am speaking about the past. | |
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| You’re making light of the important thing you did, but I will not argue about your casual answer. | |
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