Chapter 20 Chapter 12 A Considerate Person

Mr. Stryver, determined to bestow the fortune and generosity upon the doctor's daughter, resolved to tell her of her joy before leaving the city for his great holiday.He debated the matter in his head and came to the conclusion that it would be better to get the preparations out of the way first and then take his time whether it was a week or two before Michaelmas term, or between after and Hillary's Day term Proposed to her during the little Christmas break. He had no doubts about his strength in this case.He also saw clearly the way the case was judged.He argued with the jury on practical common sense--the only ground worth considering.The case is clear and impeccable.He subpoenaed himself as plaintiff, and his evidence was irrefutable.The defendant's lawyers can only give up the argument, and the jury doesn't even have to think about it.Lord Stryver satisfies Lord Stryver after the trial, and the case is clearer than ever.

Accordingly, Mr. Stryver decided to begin his great vacation by formally inviting Miss Manette to visit Foxhall Amusement Park.If she refused, to Lanlera Flower Show; and if he was again inexplicably rejected, he had to go to Soho himself and announce his noble intentions there. So Mr. Stryver was on his way from the Law Society to Soho, where a great false flower was in bud.Anyone who saw him from St. Dunstan of the Law Society of London, pushing the infirm people aside and rushing menacingly along the road, could easily understand how strong and reliable he was. He had to pass Tellson's Bank.He had money in the bank, and knew that Mr. Lorry was a good friend of the Manettes, so it suddenly occurred to him to go to the bank and tell him the dawn on the horizon of Soho.So he pushed open the door (with a slight grunt in his throat), staggered down two steps, past two old cashiers, and slammed into Mr. Lorry's musty back. secret room.Mr. Lorry sat before a huge ledger, the grids of which were filled with figures.The vertical steel bars on his windows also seem to be grids for writing numbers, and everything under the sky is numbers filled in the grids.

"Hello!" said Stryver. "How are you? I hope you are well?" One of Mr. Stryver's characteristics is that he is too big anywhere and in any space.He also looked too big in Tellson's Bank, and even the old bankers in the far corner raised their heads in protest, as if they were pushed against the wall by him.The "Banking Authorities" who were poring over the papers in the back of the room frowned unhappily, as if Stryver had bumped his head headfirst into his responsible vest. The cautious Mr. Lorry said, "How do you do, Mr. Stryver?" in the standard tone he thought most appropriate to the situation, and shook his hand.There was something peculiar about his handshake, which, as long as "banking authority" was in the air, the clerks of Tellson's Bank shook hands with customers: with an air of self-effacement, for he was shaking hands on behalf of Tellson & Co. .

"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Stryver?" Mr. Lorry asked as a businessman. "It's all right. I'm visiting you privately, Mr. Lorry. I have something personal to say to you." "Ah, that's it!" said Mr. Lorry, putting his ear close to hiss, while his eyes cast a glance at the "Banking Authority" in the distance. "I'm going to propose," said Mr. Stryver, with his arms stretched confidently over his desk, which, though it was a large table for two, could not fit half of him. "I'm going to ask you Miss Manette, dear little friend, has proposed, Mr Lorry."

"Oh dear!" exclaimed Mr. Lorry, rubbing his chin suspiciously, and looking at his visitor. "What the hell are you, sir?" repeated Mr. Stryver, shrinking. "What the hell are you doing, sir? What do you mean, Mr. Lorry?" "I mean," replied the businessman, "of course friendly, grateful, and think that the intention shows you are the kindest man. In short, I mean to wish you all that you wish. But, indeed, you You know, Mr. Stryver—" Mr. Lorry stopped, shaking his head at him in the strangest way, as if he couldn't do anything about him, and said to himself, "You know it's a little out of the ordinary of you. .”

"Why!" said Stryver, slapping the table with his triumphant hand, his eyes widening, and gasping, "if I understand what you mean, hang me, Mr. Lorry. !" Mr. Lorry adjusted the little wig around his ears, and, as a means to an end, nibbled the quill feather. "Damn it, sir!" Stryver stared at him. "Am I not qualified?" "Oh my God, enough! Oh, enough, you are enough!" said Mr. Lorry, "if you are not enough, you are enough." "Am I undeveloped?" asked Stryver. "Well, if you're well-off, you are," said Mr. Lorry.

"And it's getting higher and higher?" "As for the promotion, you know," said Mr. Lorry, willing to admit a little more of his merits, "no one would doubt it." "Well, what the hell do you mean, Mr. Lorry?" asked Stryver, visibly languid. "Oh, I—are you going to propose now?" asked Mr. Lorry. "Let's be blunt:" Stryver slammed his fist on the table. "Then let me tell you, if I were you, I wouldn't go." "Why," asked Stryver. "I won't give you a way out." He shook a finger at him like in court. "You are a person who handles business, and there must be a reason for doing things. Tell me, why don't you go?"

"Because," said Mr. Lorry, "I would not proceed rashly if I could not be certain of pursuing such an object." "Damn it!" cried Stryver, "you can refute anything with that argument." Mr. Lorry glanced at the "Banking Authority" in the distance, and then at Stryver. "You're a man of business, old, experienced, banker," said Stryver, "and have summed up the three principal reasons for your success, and say you can't be sure! And calmly." !" Stryver remarked on this feature, as if the remark could not have been more prosaic if it had been said exasperatedly.

"The victory I would speak of is a victory over the lady. The causes and reasons of victory I would speak of are the causes and reasons which will work very well on the lady. In short, my dear sir and lady," said Mr. Lorry. Gently tapping on Stryver's arm, "Miss is the most important thing." "Then you mean to tell me, Mr. Lorry," said Mr. Stryver, opening his arms, "that you really think the lady we're talking about is a foolish girl who can only show herself?" "Not quite. I'm going to tell you, Mr. Stryver," said Mr. Lorry, flushing, "that I don't want to hear anyone say anything disrespectful to that lady; and if I Any man--and I hope I haven't now--who is so bad-tasted and hastily tempered that he can't help saying something disrespectful to that young lady at this table, I'm going to beat him down Teach him a lesson, even Tellson's Bank can't stop me."

It was Mr. Stryver's turn to be angry.He was so full of breath that he couldn't attack, and his blood vessels were in a dangerous state; although Luo Rui Zuosheng's blood circulation had always followed the rules, he was now in a state of anger, and his condition was no better. "That's what I was going to tell you, sir," said Mr. Lorry, "and please don't misunderstand me." Mr. Stryver took a ruler, sucked the tip of it, stood there tapping another tune with it on his teeth, perhaps painfully, before speaking, breaking the awkward silence. "It's quite new to me, Mr. Lorry. You should seriously advise me not to go to Soho to propose for myself—for myself, Stryver, Crown Court?"

"You are asking for my advice, Mr. Stryver?" "Yes, I'm asking for your opinion." "That's good. Then I've made an opinion! And you've recounted it correctly." "What I take of that opinion," said Stryver, with a wry smile, "is that your opinion—ha ha!—can refute all grounds: past, present, and future." "Now you will understand," went on Mr. Lorry. "As a businessman I have no right to say anything about it, because as a businessman I don't know anything about it. But as an old man who once held Miss Manette in his arms, and Manette A trustworthy friend of the lady and her father, an old man who had a great affection for both of them, I have spoken. Remember, I did not seek you for a heart-to-heart. Now, you think I may be right ?” "I don't think so!" Stryver whistled. "I can only solve common sense problems myself, and I can't ask others for advice. I think some things are reasonable; but you think it is just a pretentious nonsense. I think it is very new, but I dare say you are not wrong." "I think, Mr. Stryver, that my opinion speaks volumes of my own character. You will understand me, sir," said Mr. Lorry, blushing quickly again, "and I would not wish any one to do it for me. , not even Tellson's Bank." "Very well! I beg your pardon!" said Stryver. "I forgive you. Thank you. Well, Mr. Stryver, I meant to say that you may be pained to find yourself wrong; and Dr. Manette is pained to have to tell you the truth; Miss Manette, too, is distressed at being compelled to tell you the truth. You know my friendship with this family, and it is a matter of honor and joy to me. If you please, I would like to revise my advice. .I am willing not to take responsibility for you, nor to represent you, to make a small observation and judgment for this matter. If you are not satisfied with the conclusion at that time, you may wish to investigate whether it is reliable. If you are satisfied, and The conclusion is still the current conclusion, so it can save all parties some troubles that are best saved. What do you think?" "How long do you want me to stay in town?" "Ah! It's only a matter of hours. I can go to Soho this evening, and then to your house." "Then I agree," said Stryver. "I shall not go there now, nor am I in such a hurry that I must go now. I agree, and I shall wait for your presence this evening. Good-bye." Then Mr. Stryver turned and rushed out of the bank.There was a strong wind blowing along the way, and the two veteran operators stood up behind the counter and bowed to him, trying their best to stand firm.People always saw those two venerable old men bowing.It is believed that after they "jue" away a customer, they will continue to "jue" in the empty office until they "jue" another customer. The lawyer was sensitive, and he guessed that the banker would not have made such an embarrassing opinion if he had been morally certain and had no more solid reasons.Although he was unprepared for such a heavy dose of bitter medicine, he swallowed it forcefully. "Now," said Mr. Stryver, swallowing his pills, and shaking his finger at the Law Society building as if in court, "the way I solve this problem is to make you all feel bad." It was a tactic of the old Baylor strategist, and he took great comfort in it. "I can't make you say I'm wrong, miss," said Mr. Stryver, "but you Accordingly, when Mr. Lorry did not come to see him until ten o'clock that evening, Mr. Stryver had deliberately spread out a number of books and papers, as if the morning's subject had left him entirely out of his mind.He even showed surprise when he saw Mr. Lorry, and he was always preoccupied and in a trance. "There!" said the mild-mannered emissary, after trying unsuccessfully for half an hour to bring him back to the subject, "I have been to Soho." "Been to Soho?" said Stryver dryly. "Oh, of course! What am I thinking!" "I have no doubt," said Mr. Lorry, "that I was right when we talked this morning. My opinion is confirmed, and I reiterate my advice." "I assure you," said Mr. Stryver in the most friendly manner, "I am sorry for you, and for the poor father. I know it was a painful subject in that family, and we will Don't mention it again." "I don't understand you," said Mr. Lorry. "I dare say you won't understand," replied Stryver, nodding reassuringly but irrefutably. "Never mind, never mind." "But it matters," said Rory emphatically. "No, it doesn't matter. I assure you it doesn't matter. I took a meaningless thing for a meaningful thing; an unadmirable intention for a laudable one, and I'm thoroughly repentant, no Do any harm. Young women have done stupid things like this before and always regretted it when they fell into poverty and lowliness. From a selfless point of view, I'm sorry I didn't mention it, because in the eyes of the world , it was a sacrifice to me. But from a selfish point of view, I am glad not to mention it, because in the eyes of the world, this marriage is a bad thing for me-I have nothing to gain. No, it hardly needs to be explained. There will be no harm at all, and I did not propose to that lady. To tell you something intimate, don’t tell anyone, I think it’s useless to worry about it to the point Mr. Lorry, you can't control the coyness and vanity of an empty-headed girl. Don't try to control, or you will be disappointed forever. Now please don't mention it again. I tell you, for others I'm sorry for that, but I'm glad of myself. I do thank you very much for allowing me to have your advice and advice. You know this lady better than I do. You're right. , this is simply impossible.” Mr. Lorry was startled, and stared at him blankly.Mr. Stryver shouldered him toward the door, with an air of showering generosity, tolerance, and kindness on his obstinate mind like rain. "Try to put your best foot forward, my dear sir," said Stryver, "and never mention the matter again. Thank you again for allowing me to consult you, and good night!" Before Mr. Lorry knew where he was, he was already in the darkness.Mr. Stryver had retired to lie down on the sofa, blinking at the ceiling.