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"
We
have
common
friends
,
"
said
Mr.
Utterson
.
"
Common
friends
?
"
echoed
Mr.
Hyde
,
a
little
hoarsely
.
"
Who
are
they
?
"
"
Jekyll
,
for
instance
,
"
said
the
lawyer
.
"
He
never
told
you
,
"
cried
Mr.
Hyde
,
with
a
flush
of
anger
.
"
I
did
not
think
you
would
have
lied
.
"
"
Come
,
"
said
Mr.
Utterson
,
"
that
is
not
fitting
language
.
"
The
other
snarled
aloud
into
a
savage
laugh
;
and
the
next
moment
,
with
extraordinary
quickness
,
he
had
unlocked
the
door
and
disappeared
into
the
house
.
The
lawyer
stood
a
while
when
Mr.
Hyde
had
left
him
,
the
picture
of
disquietude
.
Then
he
began
slowly
to
mount
the
street
,
pausing
every
step
or
two
and
putting
his
hand
to
his
brow
like
a
man
in
mental
perplexity
.
The
problem
he
was
thus
debating
as
he
walked
,
was
one
of
a
class
that
is
rarely
solved
.
Mr.
Hyde
was
pale
and
dwarfish
,
he
gave
an
impression
of
deformity
without
any
nameable
malformation
,
he
had
a
displeasing
smile
,
he
had
borne
himself
to
the
lawyer
with
a
sort
of
murderous
mixture
of
timidity
and
boldness
,
and
he
spoke
with
a
husky
,
whispering
and
somewhat
broken
voice
;
all
these
were
points
against
him
,
but
not
all
of
these
together
could
explain
the
hitherto
unknown
disgust
,
loathing
,
and
fear
with
which
Mr.
Utterson
regarded
him
.
"
There
must
be
something
else
,
"
said
the
perplexed
gentleman
.
"
There
is
something
more
,
if
I
could
find
a
name
for
it
.
God
bless
me
,
the
man
seems
hardly
human
!
Something
troglodytic
,
shall
we
say
?
or
can
it
be
the
old
story
of
Dr.
Fell
?
Or
is
it
the
mere
radiance
of
a
foul
soul
that
thus
transpires
through
,
and
transfigures
,
its
clay
continent
?
The
last
,
I
think
;
for
,
O
my
poor
old
Harry
Jekyll
,
if
ever
I
read
Satan
's
signature
upon
a
face
,
it
is
on
that
of
your
new
friend
.
"
Round
the
corner
from
the
by-street
,
there
was
a
square
of
ancient
,
handsome
houses
,
now
for
the
most
part
decayed
from
their
high
estate
and
let
in
flats
and
chambers
to
all
sorts
and
conditions
of
men
:
map-engravers
,
architects
,
shady
lawyers
,
and
the
agents
of
obscure
enterprises
.
One
house
,
however
,
second
from
the
corner
,
was
still
occupied
entire
;
and
at
the
door
of
this
,
which
wore
a
great
air
of
wealth
and
comfort
,
though
it
was
now
plunged
in
darkness
except
for
the
fan-light
,
Mr.
Utterson
stopped
and
knocked
.
A
well-dressed
,
elderly
servant
opened
the
door
.
"
Is
Dr.
Jekyll
at
home
,
Poole
?
"
asked
the
lawyer
.
