"now, my dear manette," said mr. lorry, at length, in his most considerate and most affectionate way, "i am a mere man of business, and unfit to cope with such intricate and difficult matters. i do not possess the kind of information necessary; i do not possess the kind of intelligence; i want guiding. there is no man in this world on whom i could so rely for right guidance, as on you. tell me, how does this relapse come about? is there danger of another? could a repetition of it be prevented? how should a repetition of it be treated? how does it come about at all? what can i do for my friend? no man ever can have been more desirous in his heart to serve a friend, than i am to serve mine, if i knew how.