Повесть о двух городах / A Tale of Two Cities

Thus engaged, with her right elbow supported by her left hand, Madame Defarge said nothing when her lord came in, but coughed just one grain of cough. This, in combination with the lifting of her darkly defined eyebrows over her toothpick by the breadth of a line, suggested to her husband that he would do well to look round the shop among the customers, for any new customer who had dropped in while he stepped over the way.

The wine-shop keeper accordingly rolled his eyes about, until they rested upon an elderly gentleman and a young lady, who were seated in a corner.

Other company were there: two playing cards, two playing dominoes, three standing by the counter lengthening out a short supply of wine. As he passed behind the counter, he took notice that the elderly gentleman said in a look to the young lady, �This is our man.’

�What the devil do you do in that galley there?’ said Monsieur Defarge to himself; �I don’t know you.’

But, he feigned not to notice the two strangers, and fell into discourse with the triumvirate of customers who were drinking at the counter.

�How goes it, Jacques?[24 - Jacques – автор употребляет имя «Жак» как символ французского народа; этим именем часто называли французских крестьян.]’ said one of these three to Monsieur Defarge. �Is all the spilt wine swallowed?’

�Every drop, Jacques,’ answered Monsieur Defarge.

When this interchange of Christian name was effected, Madame Defarge, picking her teeth with her toothpick, coughed another grain of cough, and raised her eyebrows by the breadth of another line.

�It is not often,’ said the second of the three, addressing Monsieur Defarge, �that many of these miserable beasts know the taste of wine, or of anything but black bread and death. Is it not so, Jacques?’

�It is so, Jacques,’ Monsieur Defarge returned.

At this second interchange of the Christian name, Madame Defarge, still using her toothpick with profound composure, coughed another grain of cough, and raised her eyebrows by the breadth of another line.

The last of the three now said his say, as he put down his empty drinking vessel and smacked his lips.

�Ah! So much the worse! A bitter taste it is that such poor cattle always have in their mouths, and hard lives they live, Jacques.