At friendly meetings, and when the wine was to his taste, something eminently human beaconed from his eye; something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life. I looked down; my clothes hung formlessly on my shrunken limbs; the hand that lay on my knee was corded and hairy. Men have before hired bravos to transact their crimes, while their own person and reputation sat under shelter. On his way out, the lawyer stopped and had a word or two with Poole. There is no other door, and nobody goes in or out of that one but, once in a great while, the gentleman of my adventure.
Well, life has been pleasant; I liked it; yes, sir, I used to like it. I know you have seen him; he told me so; and I fear he was rude. Utterson so contrived that he remained behind after the others had departed. A well-dressed, elderly servant opened the door. The besiegers, appalled by their own riot and the stillness that had succeeded, stood back a little and peered in. Utterson was on his usual walk with Mr.
At the other ingredients I could make no guess. Utterson was sitting by his fireside one evening after dinner, when he was surprised to receive a visit from Poole. Hyde had only used a couple of rooms; but these were furnished with luxury and good taste. Poole felt in his pocket and handed out a crumpled note, which the lawyer, bending nearer to the candle, carefully examined. It is useless, and the time awfully fails me, to prolong this description; no one has ever suffered such torments, let that suffice; and yet even to these, habit brought—no, not alleviation—but a certain callousness of soul, a certain acquiescence of despair; and my punishment might have gone on for years, but for the last calamity which has now fallen, and which has finally severed me from my own face and nature. Jekyll grew pale to the very lips, and there came a blackness about his eyes.
My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring. Guest; and he was not always sure that he kept as many as he meant. Up went the axe again, and again the panels crashed and the frame bounded; four times the blow fell; but the wood was tough and the fittings were of excellent workmanship; and it was not until the fifth, that the lock burst in sunder and the wreck of the door fell inwards on the carpet. Street after street, and all the folks asleep—street after street, all lighted up as if for a procession and all as empty as a church—till at last I got into that state of mind when a man listens and listens and begins to long for the sight of a policeman. It was reported by those who encountered them in their Sunday walks, that they said nothing, looked singularly dull, and would hail with obvious relief the appearance of a friend.
I have really a very great interest in poor Hyde. Utterson began to haunt the door in the by-street of shops. I bind my honour to you that I am done with him in this world. The tension is thereby raised, although perhaps not on first reading. And then by a return on his former subject, he conceived a spark of hope.
I know you have seen him; he told me so; and I fear he was rude. On the 12th, and again on the 14th, the door was shut against the lawyer. Utterson had already quailed at the name of Hyde; but when the stick was laid before him, he could doubt no longer; broken and battered as it was, he recognised it for one that he had himself presented many years before to Henry Jekyll. Where Utterson was liked, he was liked well. It seemed to have swept the streets unusually bare of passengers, besides; for Mr. He turned a dreadful smile to me, and as if with the decision of despair, plucked away the sheet.
It was locked; and lying near by on the flags, they found the key, already stained with rust. One night, he finally runs into Mr. The wind, which only broke in puffs and draughts into that deep well of building, tossed the light of the candle to and fro about their steps, until they came into the shelter of the theatre, where they sat down silently to wait. Poole disinterred the axe from under a stack of packing straw; the candle was set upon the nearest table to light them to the attack; and they drew near with bated breath to where that patient foot was still going up and down, up and down, in the quiet of the night. Where Utterson was liked, he was liked well.
I say two, because the state of my own knowledge does not pass beyond that point. There was something strange in my sensations, something indescribably new and, from its very novelty, incredibly sweet. The problem of my conduct was solved. Let me but escape into my laboratory door, give me but a second or two to mix and swallow the draught that I had always standing ready; and whatever he had done, Edward Hyde would pass away like the stain of breath upon a mirror; and there in his stead, quietly at home, trimming the midnight lamp in his study, a man who could afford to laugh at suspicion, would be Henry Jekyll. How was this to be explained? After a moment of silence, Mr. Of course, Utterson never imagines the situation that lies behind these behaviors. Poole, who had kept all the way a pace or two ahead, now pulled up in the middle of the pavement, and in spite of the biting weather, took off his hat and mopped his brow with a red pocket-handkerchief.
Utterson's obsession with Hyde allows for an admission of hidden sins and secrets running rampant through Victorian London. Then these agonies began swiftly to subside, and I came to myself as if out of a great sickness. Jekyll invites some of his old friends over for dinner. Guest, his head clerk, upon the other, and midway between, at a nicely calculated distance from the fire, a bottle of a particular old wine that had long dwelt unsunned in the foundations of his house. Yes, she said, this was Mr. I made this choice perhaps with some unconscious reservation, for I neither gave up the house in Soho, nor destroyed the clothes of Edward Hyde, which still lay ready in my cabinet.