"I am not to be buried there, prejudged, and without any means of presenting my case?"
"You will see. But, what then? Other people have been similarly buried in worse prisons, before now."
"But never by me, Citizen Defarge."
Defarge glanced darkly at him for answer, and walked on in a steady and set silence. The deeper he sank into this silence, the fainter hope there was-or so Darnay thought-of his softening in any slight degree. He, therefore, made haste to say:
"It is of the utmost importance to me (you know, Citizen, even better than I, of how much importance), that I should be able to communicate to Mr. Lorry of Tellson's Bank, an English gentleman who is now in Paris, the simple fact, without comment, that I have been thrown into the prison of La Force.
Will you cause that to be done for me?"
"I will do," Defarge doggedly rejoined, "nothing for you. My duty is to my country and the People. I am the sworn servant of both, against you. I will do nothing for you."
Charles Darnay felt it hopeless to entreat him further, and his pride was touched besides.
As they walked on in silence, he could not but see how used the people were to the spectacle of prisoners passing along the streets.
The very children scarcely noticed him.