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1"If he be Mr. Hyde," he had thought, "I shall be Mr. Seek." And at last his patience was rewarded. It was a fine dry
2night; frost in the air; the streets as clean as a ballroom floor; the lamps, unshaken by any wind, drawing a regular
3pattern of light and shadow. By ten o'clock, when the shops were closed, the by-street was very solitary and, in spite
4of the low growl of London from all round, very silent. Small sounds carried far; domestic sounds out of the houses were
5clearly audible on either side of the roadway; and the rumour of the approach of any passenger preceded him by a long
6time. Mr. Utterson had been some minutes at his post, when he was aware of an odd light footstep drawing near. In the
7course of his nightly patrols, he had long grown accustomed to the quaint effect with which the footfalls of a single
8person, while he is still a great way off, suddenly spring out distinct from the vast hum and clatter of the city. Yet
9his attention had never before been so sharply and decisively arrested; and it was with a strong, superstitious
10prevision of success that he withdrew into the entry of the court. The steps drew swiftly nearer, and swelled out
11suddenly louder as they turned the end of the street. The lawyer, looking forth from the entry, could soon see what
12manner of man he had to deal with. He was small and very plainly dressed and the look of him, even at that distance,
13went somehow strongly against the watcher's inclination. But he made straight for the door, crossing the roadway to save
14time; and as he came, he drew a key from his pocket like one approaching home. Mr. Utterson stepped out and touched him
15on the shoulder as he passed. "Mr. Hyde, I think?" Mr. Hyde shrank back with a hissing intake of the breath. But his
16fear was only momentary; and though he did not look the lawyer in the face, he answered coolly enough: "That is my name.
17What do you want?" "I see you are going in," returned the lawyer. "I am an old friend of Dr. Jekyll's--Mr. Utterson of
18Gaunt Street--you must have heard of my name; and meeting you so conveniently, I thought you might admit me." "You will
19not find Dr. Jekyll; he is from home," replied Mr. Hyde, blowing in the key. And then suddenly, but still without
20looking up, "How did you know me?" he asked. "On your side," said Mr. Utterson "will you do me a favour?" "With
21pleasure," replied the other. "What shall it be?" "Will you let me see your face?" asked the lawyer. Mr. Hyde appeared
22to hesitate, and then, as if upon some sudden reflection, fronted about with an air of defiance; and the pair stared at
23each other pretty fixedly for a few seconds. "Now I shall know you again," said Mr. Utterson. "It may be useful." "Yes,"
24returned Mr. Hyde, "it is as well we have met; and à propos, you should have my address." And he gave a number of a
25street in Soho. "Good God!" thought Mr. Utterson, "can he, too, have been thinking of the will?" But he kept his
26feelings to himself and only grunted in acknowledgment of the address. "And now," said the other, "how did you know me?"
27"By description," was the reply. "Whose description?" "We have common friends," said Mr. Utterson. "Common friends,"
28echoed Mr. Hyde, a little hoarsely. "Who are they?" "Jekyll, for instance," said the lawyer. "He never told you," cried
29Mr. Hyde, with a flush of anger. "I did not think you would have lied." "Come," said Mr. Utterson, "that is not fitting
30language." The other snarled aloud into a savage laugh; and the next moment, with extraordinary quickness, he had
31unlocked the door and disappeared into the house. The lawyer stood awhile when Mr. Hyde had left him, the picture of
32disquietude. Then he began slowly to mount the street, pausing every step or two and putting his hand to his brow like a
33man in mental perplexity. The problem he was thus debating as he walked, was one of a class that is rarely solved. Mr.
34Hyde was pale and dwarfish, he gave an impression of deformity without any nameable malformation, he had a displeasing
35smile, he had borne himself to the lawyer with a sort of murderous mixture of timidity and boldness, and he spoke with a
36husky, whispering and somewhat broken voice; all these were points against him, but not all of these together could
37explain the hitherto unknown disgust, loathing and fear with which Mr. Utterson regarded him. "There must be something
38else," said the perplexed gentleman. "There is something more, if I could find a name for it. God bless me, the man
39seems hardly human! Something troglodytic, shall we say? or can it be the old story of Dr. Fell? or is it the mere
40radiance of a foul soul that thus transpires through, and transfigures, its clay continent? The last, I think; for, O my
41poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan's signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend." Round the corner
42from the by-street, there was a square of ancient, handsome houses, now for the most part decayed from their high estate
43and let in flats and chambers to all sorts and conditions of men; map-engravers, architects, shady lawyers and the
44agents of obscure enterprises. One house, however, second from the corner, was still occupied entire; and at the door of
45this, which wore a great air of wealth and comfort, though it was now plunged in darkness except for the fanlight, Mr.
46Utterson stopped and knocked. A well-dressed, elderly servant opened the door. "Is Dr. Jekyll at home, Poole?" asked the
47lawyer. "I will see, Mr. Utterson," said Poole, admitting the visitor, as he spoke, into a large, low-roofed,
48comfortable hall paved with flags, warmed (after the fashion of a country house) by a bright, open fire, and furnished
49with costly cabinets of oak. "Will you wait here by the fire, sir? or shall I give you a light in the dining-room?"
50"Here, thank you," said the lawyer, and he drew near and leaned on the tall fender. This hall, in which he was now left
51alone, was a pet fancy of his friend the doctor's; and Utterson himself was wont to speak of it as the pleasantest room
52in London. But tonight there was a shudder in his blood; the face of Hyde sat heavy on his memory; he felt (what was
53rare with him) a nausea and distaste of life; and in the gloom of his spirits, he seemed to read a menace in the
54flickering of the firelight on the polished cabinets and the uneasy starting of the shadow on the roof. He was ashamed
55of his relief, when Poole presently returned to announce that Dr. Jekyll was gone out. "I saw Mr. Hyde go in by the old
56dissecting room door, Poole," he said. "Is that right, when Dr. Jekyll is from home?" "Quite right, Mr. Utterson, sir,"
57replied the servant. "Mr. Hyde has a key." "Your master seems to repose a great deal of trust in that young man, Poole,"
58resumed the other musingly. "Yes, sir, he does indeed," said Poole. "We have all orders to obey him." "I do not think I
59ever met Mr. Hyde?" asked Utterson. "O, dear no, sir. He never dines here," replied the butler. "Indeed we see very
60little of him on this side of the house; he mostly comes and goes by the laboratory." "Well, good-night, Poole."
61"Good-night, Mr. Utterson."
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