To me, Sydney Carton had always seemed a bit gloomy. I knew he had a good heart, it was just hard to see. He would spend many nights strolling the streets near my house. This day was different, the air was sweet and after wandering aimlessly for hours, Mr. Carton came inside. I was working alone when the servant brought him to me. I was a bit embarrassed, but never felt uncomfortable in his presence. Something about his face looked different than usual, he looked quite ill. He told me it wasn't a sickness, but simply his lifestyle. He was sad, wondered why he didn't choose a better lifestyle and he cried. He had no hope, he assured himself that life for him could only get worse. I told him that life will get better, and showed my faith in him. I was an inspiration to him and helped him remember many things he thought he had forgotten. I was very glad to see that he had trusted me. He confessed his love to me and I promised to keep it a secret. I didn't love him back, but I wished there was something else I could do for him. I wanted to be there for him, but not in the way he wanted me. He told me something this day that I will never forget. Sydney Carton told me that he would die for me, and even those I love.