"-In as good stead to-morrow as to-day. But it may not be so. I own to you, I am shaken, Mr. Lorry, by Doctor Manette's not having had the power to prevent this arrest."
"He may not have known of it beforehand," said Mr. Lorry.
"But that very circumstance would be alarming, when we remember how identified he is with his son-in-law."
"That's true," Mr. Lorry acknowledged, with his troubled hand at his chin, and his troubled eyes on Carton.
"In short," said Sydney, "this is a desperate time, when desperate games are played for desperate stakes.
Let the Doctor play the winning game; I will play the losing one.
No man's life here is worth purchase.
Any one carried home by the people to-day, may be condemned tomorrow.
Now, the stake I have resolved to play for, in case of the worst, is a friend in the Conciergerie.
And the friend I purpose to myself to win, is Mr. Barsad."