Oh, no, sir! He was too good and kind to leave me so. Why, all the morning he was saying to me that, whatever happened, I was to be true; and that even if something quite unforeseen occurred to separate us, I was always to remember that I was pledged to him, and that he would claim his pledge sooner or later. It seemed strange talk for a wedding-morning, but what has happened since gives a meaning to it.Most certainly it does. Your own opinion is, then, that some unforeseen catastrophe has occurred to him?Yes, sir. I believe that he foresaw som

 

 

Between these two, I now felt I had to choose. My two natures had memory in common, but all other faculties were most unequally shared between them. Jekyll (who was composite) now with the most sensitive apprehensions, now with a greedy gusto, projected and shared in the pleasures and adventures of Hyde; but Hyde was indifferent to Jekyll, or but r

 

We all dined together, and I could see that poor Art was trying to make the best of things. Van Helsing had been silent all dinner-time; but when we had lit our cigars he said--Lord----; but Arthur interrupted him:--No, no, not that, for God's sake! not yet at any rate. Forgive me, sir: I did not mean to speak offensively; it is only because my loss is so recent.The Professor answered very sweetly:--I only used that name because I was in doubt. I must not call you 'Mr.,' and I have grown to love you--yes, my dear boy, to love you--as Arthur.Arthur held out his hand, and took the old man's warmly.Call me what you will, he said. I hope I may al

 

 

The pair walked on again for a while in silence; and then “Enfield,” said Mr. Utterson, “that’s a good rule of yours.”“Yes, I think it is,” returned Enfield.“But for all that,” continued the lawyer, “there’s one point I want to ask: I want to ask the name of that man who walked over the child.”“Well,” said Mr. Enfield, “I can’t see what harm it would do. It was a man of the name of Hyde.”“Hm,” said Mr. Utterson. “What sort of a man is he to see?”“He is not easy to describe. There is something w

 

Mr. 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 recognized it for one that he had himself presented many years before to Henry Jekyll.“Is this Mr. Hyde a person of small stature?” he inquired.“Particularly small and particularly wicked-looking, is what the maid calls him,” said the officer.Mr. Utterson reflected; and then, raising his head, “If you will come with me in my cab,” he said, “I think I can take you to his house.”It was by this time about nine in the morning, and the first fog of the season. A great chocolate-coloured pall lowered over heaven, but the wind was continually char