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"Now, my dear Manette," said Mr. Lorry, at length, in his most

considerate and most affectionate way, "I am a mere man of

business, and unfit to cope with such intricate and difficult

matters. I do not possess the kind of information necessary; I do

not possess the kind of intelligence; I want guiding. There is no

man in this world on whom I could so rely for right guidance, as

on you. Tell me, how does this relapse come about? Is there

danger of another? Could a repetition of it be prevented? How

should a repetition of it be treated? How does it come about at

all? What can I do for my friend? No man ever can have been more

desirous in his heart to serve a friend, than I am to serve mine,

if I knew how.