Thank you, Sydney. God grant that it may never be necessary

Lucie Manette:

You know, Sydney, sometimes it's the part of a friend to criticize, too. Sydney Carton:
Oh, when there's any hope of reformation, yes; but with me, it's hopeless. Lucie Manette:
I don't believe it. I refuse to believe it. Sydney Carton:
Oh, I admit that once when... when I first knew you, the sight of you and your home stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me. I had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream that ended in nothing, but you inspired it. Lucie Manette:
Must it end in nothing? Sydney Carton:
I'm afraid so. But for that inspiration, and for that dream, I shall always be grateful to you, Lucie. Lucie Manette:
I feel in you still such possibilities. Sydney Carton:
No, they'll never be realized. I am like one who died young. Lucie Manette:
I'll never give up my hopes for you, Sydney. Never. Sydney Carton:
I know myself better. But, this I know, too: I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. Will you hold me in your mind as being ardent and sincere in this one thing? Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life to keep a life you love beside you? Lucie Manette:
Thank you, Sydney. God grant that it may never be necessary