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?"