STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwasa
mand
manofaruggedcountenanceder
thatwasneverlightedbyasmil
smile;cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;
backwardin
følelser
sentiment;lean,long,dusty,dreary
og
andyetsomehowlovable.At
venlige
friendlymeetings,andwhenthevinen
winewastohistaste,noget
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhisøje
eye;somethingindeedwhichnever
fandt
founditswayintohistale
talk,butwhichspokenotonlyinthesetavse
silentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,men
butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhisliv
life.Hewasausterewithhimself;
drak
drankginwhenhewasalene
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;og
andthoughheenjoyedtheteatret
theatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofen
onefortwentyyears.Buthe
havde
hadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;nogle gange
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthehøje
highpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;og
andinanyextremityinclinedtohjælpe
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”he
plejede
usedtosayquaintly:“I
lod
letmybrothergotothedjævlen
devilinhisownway.”In
denne
thischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisformue
fortunetobethelastreputableacquaintanceog
andthelastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.Og
Andtosuchasthese,solænge
longastheycameabouthischambers,healdrig
nevermarkedashadeofforandring
changeinhisdemeanour.No
tvivl
doubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeat
det
thebest,andevenhisvenskab
friendshipseemedtobefoundedinen
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkofamodest
mand
mantoaccepthisfriendlycirkel
circleready-madefromthehandsofmulighed
opportunity;andthatwasthelawyer’s
måde
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhis
eget
ownbloodorthosewhomhehavde
hadknownthelongest;hisaffections,
som
likeivy,werethegrowthoftid
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Derfor
Hence,nodoubtthebondthatforenede
unitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,den
thewell-knownmanabouttown.Itwas
en
anuttocrackformany,whattheseto
twocouldseeineachother,eller
orwhatsubjecttheycouldfinde
findincommon.Itwas
rapporteret
reportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheysagde
saidnothing,lookedsingularlydullog
andwouldhailwithobviouslettelse
relieftheappearanceofaven
friend.Forallthat,the
to
twomenputthegreateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelofhver
eachweek,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsoffornøjelse
pleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheymightnyde
enjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeoftheserambles
at
thattheirwayledthemned
downaby-streetinatravl
busyquarterofLondon.The
gaden
streetwassmallandwhatiscalledrolig
quiet,butitdroveathrivinghandel
tradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
alle
alldoingwell,itseemedog
andallemulouslyhopingtodobedre
betterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
at
thattheshopfrontsstoodlangs
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,som
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Selv
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsmere
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelytom
emptyofpassage,thestreetskinnede
shoneoutincontrasttoitsdingykvarter
neighbourhood,likeafireinen
aforest;andwithitsfreshly
malede
paintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,andgenerel
generalcleanlinessandgaietyofnote
note,instantlycaughtandpleasedtheøjet
eyeofthepassenger.Twodoorsfromone
hjørne
corner,onthelefthandgår
goingeastthelinewasbrudt
brokenbytheentryofadomstol
court;andjustatthat
tidspunkt
pointacertainsinisterblockofbygning
buildingthrustforwarditsgableondet
thestreet.Itwastwostoreys
højt
high;showednowindow,nothingbut
en
adooronthelowerstoreyog
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredvæg
wallontheupper;and
bar
boreineveryfeature,themarksofprolongedog
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
der
whichwasequippedwithneitherklokke
bellnorknocker,wasblisteredog
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
og
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;børn
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;theschoolboy
havde
hadtriedhisknifeonthemouldings;og
andforcloseonageneration
generation,noonehadappearedtodrive
driveawaytheserandomvisitorseller
ortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
og
andthelawyerwereonden
theothersideoftheby-street;men
butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerløftede
lifteduphiscaneandpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
spurgte
asked;andwhenhiscompanion
havde
hadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisforbundet
connectedinmymind,”addedhan
he,“withaveryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
sagde
saidMr.Utterson,withalille
slightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwas
denne
thisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:“Iwas
kom
cominghomefromsomeplaceattheende
endoftheworld,abouttre
threeo’clockofablackwintermorning,og
andmywaylaythroughadel
partoftownwheretherewasbogstaveligt talt
literallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.Gade
Streetafterstreetandallden
thefolksasleep—streetafterstreet,alle
alllightedupasifforen
aprocessionandallastom
emptyasachurch—tillatlastIkom
gotintothatstateofsind
mindwhenamanlistensog
andlistensandbeginstolongforden
thesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,I
så
sawtwofigures:onea
lille
littlemanwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagod
goodwalk,andtheotherapige
girlofmaybeeightorti
tenwhowasrunningashårdt
hardasshewasablened
downacrossstreet.Well,sir,
de
thetworanintooneanothernaturligt
naturallyenoughatthecorner;og
andthencamethehorribledel
partofthething;forthe
manden
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’skrop
bodyandleftherscreamingontheground.It
lyder
soundsnothingtohear,butitwashellishtose
see.Itwasn’tlikea
mand
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
I
gav
gaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman
gentleman,andbroughthimbacktohvor
wheretherewasalreadyquiteagruppe
groupaboutthescreamingchild.Hewasperfectly
cool
coolandmadenoresistance,men
butgavemeonelook,souglyat
thatitbroughtoutthesveden
sweatonmelikerunning.De
Thepeoplewhohadturnedud
outwerethegirl’sownfamilie
family;andprettysoon,thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeen
sendt
sentputinhisappearance.Nå
Well,thechildwasnotmeget
muchtheworse,morefrightened,ifølge
accordingtothesawbones;and
der
thereyoumighthavesupposedville
wouldbeanendtodet
it.Buttherewasonecurious
omstændighed
circumstance.Ihadtakenaloathingtomy
gentleman
gentlemanatfirstsight.So
havde
hadthechild’sfamily,whichwasonlynatural.Men
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatramte
struckme.Hewasthe
sædvanlige
usualcutanddryapothecary,ofingen
noparticularageandcolour,med
withastrongEdinburghaccentog
andaboutasemotionalasen
abagpipe.Well,sir,hewas
som
liketherestofus;hver
everytimehelookedatmyfange
prisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnsyg
sickandwhitewiththeønske
desiretokillhim.I
vidste
knewwhatwasinhissind
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;og
andkillingbeingoutofdet
thequestion,wedidthenextbest.We
sagde
toldthemanwecouldog
andwouldmakesuchaskandale
scandaloutofthisasskulle
shouldmakehisnamestinkfromoneende
endofLondontotheanden
other.Ifhehadanyfriends
eller
oranycredit,weundertookat
thatheshouldlosethem.Og
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinrødt
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwekunne
couldfortheywereasvilde
wildasharpies.Inever
set
sawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;og
andtherewasthemaninthemidten
middle,withakindofsort
blacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtoo,Ikunne
couldseethat—butcarryingitoff,sir
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyou
vælger
choosetomakecapitaloutofdenne
thisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhjælpeløs
helpless.Nogentlemanbutwishesto
undgå
avoidascene,’sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’s
familie
family;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostick
ud
out;buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,
og
andatlasthestruck.Det
Thenextthingwastofå
getthemoney;andwheredoyou
tror
thinkhecarriedusbuttothatsted
placewiththedoor?—whippedoutakey,gik
wentin,andpresentlycametilbage
backwiththematterofti
tenpoundsingoldandacheck
chequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,trukket
drawnpayabletobearerandunderskrevet
signedwithanamethatIcan’tnævne
mention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmyhistorie
story,butitwasanavn
nameatleastverywellknownog
andoftenprinted.Thefigurewas
stiv
stiff;butthesignaturewas
god
goodformorethanthathvis
ifitwasonlygenuine.I
tog
tookthelibertyofpointingud
outtomygentlemanthatdet
thewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,og
andthatamandoesnot,invirkelige
reallife,walkintoakælder
cellardooratfourindet
themorningandcomeoutmed
withanotherman’schequefortæt
closeuponahundredpounds.Men
Buthewasquiteeasyog
andsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’
siger
sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksåbner
openandcashthechequemyself.’Sowealle
allsetoff,thedoctor,og
andthechild’sfather,andourven
friendandmyself,andpassedtheresten
restofthenightinmychambers;og
andnextday,whenwehavde
hadbreakfasted,wentinakrop
bodytothebank.Igaveinthechequemyself,
og
andsaidIhadeverygrund
reasontobelieveitwasen
aforgery.Notabitofit.
Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
sagde
saidMr.Utterson.“IseeyoufeelasIdo,”
sagde
saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’s
en
abadstory.Formy
mand
manwasafellowthatingen
nobodycouldhavetodomed
with,areallydamnableman;og
andthepersonthatdrewthechequeisthemeget
verypinkoftheproprieties,fejret
celebratedtoo,and(whatmakesitworse)en
oneofyourfellowswhogør
dowhattheycallgood.Afpresning
Blackmail,Isuppose;anhonest
mand
manpayingthroughthenosefornogle
someofthecapersofhisyouth.Black
Mail
MailHouseiswhatIkalder
calltheplacewiththedøren
door,inconsequence.Thougheven
at
that,youknow,isfarfromforklare
explainingall,”headded,andmed
withthewordsfellintoen
aveinofmusing.From
dette
thishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonspørger
askingrathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
ved
knowifthedrawerofden
thechequelivesthere?”“A
sandsynligt
likelyplace,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButI
tilfældigvis
happentohavenoticedhisadresse
address;helivesinsomesquare
eller
orother.”“Andyounever
spurgt
askedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”sagde
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
I
havde
hadadelicacy,”wasthesvaret
reply.“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakes
for
toomuchofthestyleofthedayofjudgment.You
starte
startaquestion,andit’ssom
likestartingastone.You
sidder
sitquietlyonthetopofen
ahill;andawaythe
stenen
stonegoes,startingothers;andpresentlysomebland
gammel
oldbird(thelastyouville
wouldhavethoughtof)isknockedontheheadinhisegen
ownbackgardenandthefamilyhavetoændre
changetheirname.Nosir,Imakeita
regel
ruleofmine:themoreitlookslikeQueer
Street
Street,thelessIask.”“A
meget
verygoodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.“ButI
har
havestudiedtheplaceformyself,”fortsatte
continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseems
næppe
scarcelyahouse.Thereisno
anden
otherdoor,andnobodygoesineller
oroutofthatonemen
but,onceinagreatwhile,den
thegentlemanofmyadventure.Der
Therearethreewindowslookingonthecourtontheførste
firstfloor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
altid
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.Og
Andthenthereisaskorsten
chimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;so
nogen
somebodymustlivethere.And
alligevel
yetit’snotsosure;forthebuildingsareso
pakket
packedtogetheraboutthecourt,thatit’ssvært
hardtosaywhereoneendsog
andanotherbegins.”Thepair
gik
walkedonagainforastykke tid
whileinsilence;andthen“Enfield,”
sagde
saidMr.Utterson,“that’sagod
goodruleofyours.”“Yes,I
tror
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.“Butfor
alt
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’set
onepointIwanttospørge
ask.Iwanttoask
den
thenameofthatmanwhogik
walkedoverthechild.”“Well,”
sagde
saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tse
seewhatharmitwouldgøre
do.Itwasamanofthe
navn
nameofHyde.”“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“What
slags
sortofamanishetosee?”“Heisnot
let
easytodescribe.Thereis
noget
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;noget
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.I
aldrig
neversawamanIsodisliked,og
andyetIscarceknowhvorfor
why.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
he
giver
givesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecificere
specifythepoint.He’sanextraordinarylooking
mand
man,andyetIreallykan
cannamenothingoutofthevejen
way.No,sir;
Ican
gøre
makenohandofit;Ican’t
beskrive
describehim.Andit’snotwantof
hukommelse
memory;forIdeclareI
kan
canseehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
igen
againwalkedsomewayinstilhed
silenceandobviouslyunderavægt
weightofconsideration.“Youare
sikker
sureheusedakey?”he
spurgte
inquiredatlast.“Mydearsir...”
begyndte
beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.“Yes,Iknow,”
sagde
saidUtterson;“Iknowit
må
mustseemstrange.Thefact
er
is,ifIdonotspørger
askyouthenameoftheanden
otherparty,itisbecauseIkender
knowitalready.Yousee,Richard,yourtalehasgone
hjem
home.Ifyouhavebeeninexactinany
punkt
pointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“I
tror
thinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedden
theotherwithatouchofsullenness.“ButI
har
havebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoukalder
callit.Thefellowhad
en
akey;andwhat’smore,he
har
hasitstill.Isawhim
bruge
useitnotaweekago.”Mr.
Utterson
sukkede
sigheddeeplybutsaidneveret
aword;andtheyoung
mand
manpresentlyresumed.“Hereisanotherlessonto
sige
saynothing,”saidhe.“Iam
skammer
ashamedofmylongtongue.Lad
Letusmakeabargainaldrig
nevertorefertothisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”
sagde
saidthelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
That
aften
eveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelor
bachelorhouseinsombrespiritsog
andsatdowntodinneruden
withoutrelish.Itwashis
skik
customofaSunday,whendette
thismealwasover,tosidde
sitclosebythefire,et
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,indtil
untiltheclockoftheneighbouringkirke
churchrangoutthehouroftwelve,når
whenhewouldgosoberlyog
andgratefullytobed.On
denne
thisnighthowever,assoonastheclothwastakenvæk
away,hetookupastearinlys
candleandwentintohisbusinessroom.Der
Thereheopenedhissafe,tog
tookfromthemostprivatedel
partofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillog
andsatdownwithacloudedpande
browtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
selv
thoughhetookchargeofitnu
nowthatitwasmade,havde
hadrefusedtolendtheleasthjælp
assistanceinthemakingofit;itprovidednotonlythat,in
tilfælde
caseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,alle
allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendog
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatintilfælde
caseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceeller
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiode
periodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeskulle
shouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’ssko
shoeswithoutfurtherdelayandfri
freefromanyburthenorforpligtelse
obligationbeyondthepaymentofapar
fewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shusstand
household.Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.
It
fornærmede
offendedhimbothasaadvokat
lawyerandasaloverofthefornuftige
saneandcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.Og
Andhithertoitwashisuvidenhed
ignoranceofMr.Hydethathavde
hadswelledhisindignation;now,by
en
asuddenturn,itwashisviden
knowledge.Itwasalreadybad
nok
enoughwhenthenamewasmen
butanameofwhichhekunne
couldlearnnomore.Itwas
værre
worsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponmed
withdetestableattributes;andoutof
den
theshifting,insubstantialmiststhathavde
hadsolongbaffledhisøje
eye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofen
afiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
sagde
said,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspapir
paperinthesafe,“andnu
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Med
Withthatheblewouthisstearinlys
candle,putonagreatcoat,og
andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare
Square,thatcitadelofmedicine,hvor
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,havde
hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
nogen
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehavde
hadthought.Thesolemnbutler
kendte
knewandwelcomedhim;