The naming of things is important, or so the Ents tell us. Dickens would no doubt have agreed having given us so many memorable ones;
The Artful Dodger aka Jack ,Mr Micawber, Newman Noggs and Bob Cratchit, to mention but a few. Could anyone but Barkus be willing. Or any but Oliver Twist ask for more?
In court we have John Basard who lacks a letter and Roger Cly with out his piratical faking. Can a Charles Darnay be anything but innocent? Jerry, Jarvis and Number One Hundred and Five are all there but we are still left with M’mselle now joined by Carton; another empty box to be filled.
Why would CD be so reluctant to spell out who they are, or at this stage didn’t he know himself? Is the Golden Thread a link through them to the unknown with more mystery to follow or have we been indulged by a sight of aspiring love as Darnay’s;
“…hurried right hand parcelled out the herbs before him into imaginary beds of flowers in a garden: and his efforts to control and steady his breathing shook the lips from which the colour rushed to his heart”
If that is so then we are in for fireworks with the disreputable doppelganger showing perhaps a little more than professional courtesy to M’selle and expressing an opinion that Darnay is to join those heads overlooking Temple Bar and enjoying the Barcimede feast.
In the meantime Madame carries on knitting and hearing nothing.