STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwas
un
amanofaruggedcountenancequi
thatwasneverlightedbyun
asmile;cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;
backwardinsentiment;
lean,
long
long,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
et
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,quelque chose
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;quelque chose
somethingindeedwhichneverfounditschemin
wayintohistalk,butqui
whichspokenotonlyinces
thesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnervisage
face,butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhisvie
life.Hewasausterewithhimself;
buvait
drankginwhenhewasseul
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;et
andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.Mais
Buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;parfois
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atla
thehighpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;et
andinanyextremityinclinedtoaider
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
disait
sayquaintly:“Iletmy
frère
brothergotothedevilinhisownway.”In
ce
thischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobela
thelastreputableacquaintanceandla
thelastgoodinfluenceinla
thelivesofdowngoingmen.Et
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheyvenus
cameabouthischambers,hejamais
nevermarkedashadeofchangement
changeinhisdemeanour.Nodoubtthefeatwas
facile
easytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthe
mieux
best,andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinune
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itis
la
themarkofamodesthomme
mantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromla
thehandsofopportunity;andthatwas
la
thelawyer’sway.Hisfriendswere
ceux
thoseofhisownbloodou
orthosewhomhehadconnaissait
knownthelongest;hisaffections,
comme
likeivy,werethegrowthoftemps
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Hence,nodoubtthebond
qui
thatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-knownmanaboutville
town.Itwasanuttocrackfor
beaucoup
many,whatthesetwocouldvoir
seeineachother,orwhatsubjecttheypouvaient
couldfindincommon.Itwasreportedby
ceux
thosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheydisaient
saidnothing,lookedsingularlydullet
andwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofun
afriend.Forallthat,the
deux
twomenputthegreateststorebyces
theseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelofchaque
eachweek,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,mais
butevenresistedthecallsofaffaires
business,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeof
ces
theseramblesthattheirwayledthemdownaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.La
Thestreetwassmallandwhatisappelle
calledquiet,butitdroveun
athrivingtradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
tous
alldoingwell,itseemedet
andallemulouslyhopingtofaire
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
que
thattheshopfrontsstoodalongque
thatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,comme
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Même
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsplus
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,therue
streetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,comme
likeafireinaforest;et
andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,et
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantlyattrapé
caughtandpleasedtheeyeofla
thepassenger.Twodoorsfromonecorner,on
la
thelefthandgoingeastla
thelinewasbrokenbyla
theentryofacourt;et
andjustatthatpointun
acertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableonla
thestreet.Itwastwostoreyshigh;
montrait
showednowindow,nothingbutun
adooronthelowerstoreyet
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;et
andboreineveryfeature,les
themarksofprolongedandsordidnegligence.La
Thedoor,whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredet
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
et
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;enfants
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;les
theschoolboyhadtriedhisknifeonles
themouldings;andforcloseonageneration,noonehadappearedtodriveaway
ces
theserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
et
andthelawyerwereonla
theothersideoftheby-street;mais
butwhentheycameabreastofle
theentry,theformerlifteduphiscaneet
andpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
demandé
asked;andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“with
une
averyoddstory.”“Indeed?”
dit
saidMr.Utterson,withaslightchangement
changeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascominghomefromsomeplaceat
la
theendoftheworld,abouttrois
threeo’clockofablackwintermatin
morning,andmywaylaythroughune
apartoftownwhereil
therewasliterallynothingtobevoir
seenbutlamps.Streetafter
rue
streetandallthefolksasleep—streetaprès
afterstreet,alllightedupasifforaprocessionet
andallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintothatstateofmindwhenahomme
manlistensandlistensandbeginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.Tout
Allatonce,Isawdeux
twofigures:onealittle
homme
manwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodpromenade
walk,andtheotherafille
girlofmaybeeightordix
tenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossrue
street.Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughat
les
thecorner;andthencame
la
thehorriblepartofthechose
thing;forthemantrampledcalmlyover
le
thechild’sbodyandleftherscreamingonle
theground.Itsoundsnothingto
entendre
hear,butitwashellishtovoir
see.Itwasn’tlikea
homme
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
I
donné
gaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,et
andbroughthimbacktooù
wheretherewasalreadyquiteun
agroupaboutthescreamingchild.Hewasperfectlycool
et
andmadenoresistance,butdonné
gavemeonelook,souglythatitapporté
broughtoutthesweatonmecomme
likerunning.Thepeoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’s
propre
ownfamily;andprettysoon,
le
thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeensentmis
putinhisappearance.Well,
les
thechildwasnotmuchles
theworse,morefrightened,accordingtoles
thesawbones;andthereyou
pu
mighthavesupposedwouldbeanfin
endtoit.Buttherewas
une
onecuriouscircumstance.Ihad
pris
takenaloathingtomygentlemanatpremière
firstsight.Sohadthechild’s
famille
family,whichwasonlynatural.Mais
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckme.Hewastheusualcut
et
anddryapothecary,ofnoparticularageet
andcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccentet
andaboutasemotionalasun
abagpipe.Well,sir,hewas
comme
liketherestofus;chaque
everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,Ivoyais
sawthatsawbonesturnsicket
andwhitewiththedesiretotuer
killhim.Iknewwhatwasinhis
esprit
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;et
andkillingbeingoutofle
thequestion,wedidthenextmeilleur
best.Wetoldthemanwe
pourrions
couldandwouldmakesuchascandaloutofthisasshouldferions
makehisnamestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.Ifhehadanyfriends
ou
oranycredit,weundertookthatheshouldperde
losethem.Andallthe
temps
time,aswewerepitchingitinrouge
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasmieux
bestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.I
jamais
neversawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;et
andtherewasthemaninle
themiddle,withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedaussi
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,monsieur
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchooseto
faire
makecapitaloutofthisaccident,’dit
saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.Aucun
Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidune
ascene,’sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsfor
la
thechild’sfamily;hewouldhaveclearly
aimé
likedtostickout;buttherewas
quelque chose
somethingaboutthelotofusqui
thatmeantmischief,andatlasthestruck.La
Thenextthingwastogetla
themoney;andwheredoyou
pensez
thinkhecarriedusbuttoque
thatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutakey,wenten
in,andpresentlycamebackavec
withthematteroftenpoundsingoldet
andachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobeareret
andsignedwithanameque
thatIcan’tmention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmyhistoire
story,butitwasanom
nameatleastverywellconnu
knownandoftenprinted.Thefigurewasstiff;
mais
butthesignaturewasgoodforplus
morethanthatifitwasonlygenuine.I
pris
tookthelibertyofpointingsortir
outtomygentlemanthatla
thewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,et
andthatamandoesnot,inrealvie
life,walkintoacellarporte
dooratfourinthematin
morningandcomeoutwithautre
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponahundredpounds.Mais
Buthewasquiteeasyet
andsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’
dit
sayshe,‘Iwillstayavec
withyoutillthebanksopenet
andcashthechequemyself.’Sowetous
allsetoff,thedoctor,et
andthechild’sfather,andourami
friendandmyself,andpassedthereste
restofthenightinmychambers;et
andnextday,whenweavoir
hadbreakfasted,wentinacorps
bodytothebank.Igaveinthechequemyself,
et
andsaidIhadeveryreasontocroire
believeitwasaforgery.Notabitofit.
Le
Thechequewasgenuine.”“Tut-tut!”
saidMr.Utterson.
“I
vois
seeyoufeelasIdo,”dit
saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’s
une
abadstory.Formy
homme
manwasafellowthatnobodypouvait
couldhavetodowith,un
areallydamnableman;andthe
personne
personthatdrewthechequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedaussi
too,and(whatmakesitworse)oneofyourfellowswhofont
dowhattheycallgood.Blackmail,Isuppose;
un
anhonestmanpayingthroughle
thenoseforsomeofle
thecapersofhisyouth.BlackMailHouseiswhatIcall
la
theplacewiththedoor,inconsequence.Though
même
eventhat,youknow,isloin
farfromexplainingall,”headded,et
andwiththewordsfellintoune
aveinofmusing.FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Utterson
demandant
askingrathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
savez
knowifthedrawerofle
thechequelivesthere?”“Alikely
endroit
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohavenoticedhisaddress;
helivesinsomesquare
ou
orother.”“Andyounever
demandé
askedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”saidMr.Utterson.
“No,
monsieur
sir;Ihadadelicacy,”was
la
thereply.“Ifeelverystronglyabout
poser
puttingquestions;itpartakestoomuchofthestyleofthe
jour
dayofjudgment.Youstart
une
aquestion,andit’slikestartingune
astone.Yousitquietlyonthe
sommet
topofahill;andaway
la
thestonegoes,startingothers;et
andpresentlysomeblandoldbirdLa
(thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedonla
theheadinhisownbackgardenet
andthefamilyhavetochanger
changetheirname.Nosir,I
fais
makeitaruleofmine:the
plus
moreitlookslikeQueerStreet,thelessIask.”“A
très
verygoodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.“ButIhavestudiedtheplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.
“Itseemsscarcelya
maison
house.Thereisnoother
porte
door,andnobodygoesinou
oroutofthatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,le
thegentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
trois
threewindowslookingonthecourtonla
thefirstfloor;nonebelow;
les
thewindowsarealwaysshutmais
butthey’reclean.Andthenthereis
une
achimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;so
quelqu'un
somebodymustlivethere.And
pourtant
yetit’snotsosure;forthebuildingsaresopacked
ensemble
togetheraboutthecourt,thatit’sdifficile
hardtosaywhereoneendset
andanotherbegins.”Thepair
marcher
walkedonagainforawhileinsilence;et
andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’sune
agoodruleofyours.”“Yes,I
pense
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.“Butfor
tout
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sun
onepointIwanttodemander
ask.Iwanttoask
le
thenameofthatmanwhowalkedoverle
thechild.”“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’t
vois
seewhatharmitwouldfaire
do.Itwasamanofthe
nom
nameofHyde.”“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“Whatsortofamanishetosee?”
“Heisnot
facile
easytodescribe.Thereis
quelque chose
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;quelque chose
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.I
jamais
neversawamanIsodisliked,et
andyetIscarceknowpourquoi
why.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
he
donne
givesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifyle
thepoint.He’sanextraordinarylooking
homme
man,andyetIreallypeux
cannamenothingoutoftheway.Pas
No,sir;Icanmakenohandofit;
Ican’tdescribe
le
him.Andit’snotwantofmemory;
forIdeclareI
peux
canseehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
nouveau
againwalkedsomewayinsilenceet
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youare
sûr
sureheusedakey?”heinquiredatlast.
“My
cher
dearsir...”beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”
dit
saidUtterson;“Iknowit
doit
mustseemstrange.Thefact
est
is,ifIdonotdemande
askyouthenameofle
theotherparty,itisparce que
becauseIknowitalready.You
voyez
see,Richard,yourtalehasgonehome.Si
Ifyouhavebeeninexactinn'importe quel
anypointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“I
pense
thinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheotheravec
withatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoucallit.
Le
Thefellowhadakey;et
andwhat’smore,hehasittoujours
still.Isawhimuseitnota
semaine
weekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
mais
butsaidneveraword;et
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.“Hereis
autre
anotherlessontosaynothing,”dit
saidhe.“Iamashamedofmy
longue
longtongue.Letusmake
un
abargainnevertorefertocela
thisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”
dit
saidthelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespirits
et
andsatdowntodinnersans
withoutrelish.Itwashiscustomof
un
aSunday,whenthismealwasover,tos'asseoir
sitclosebythefire,un
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,jusqu'à
untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehouroftwelve,quand
whenhewouldgosoberlyet
andgratefullytobed.On
cette
thisnighthowever,assoonasle
theclothwastakenaway,hepris
tookupacandleandallé
wentintohisbusinessroom.Therehe
ouvrit
openedhissafe,tookfromtheplus
mostprivatepartofitun
adocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillet
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Uttersonthoughhetookchargeofit
maintenant
nowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthefait
makingofit;itprovidednotonlythat,in
cas
caseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,tous
allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendet
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatincas
caseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceou
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedingtrois
threecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydedevrait
shouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoessans
withoutfurtherdelayandfreefromtoute
anyburthenorobligationbeyondthepaymentofune
afewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.Ce
Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhim
fois
bothasalawyerandasaloverofthesaneet
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.Et
AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydequi
thathadswelledhisindignation;maintenant
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.Itwas
déjà
alreadybadenoughwhenthenom
namewasbutanameofdont
whichhecouldlearnnoplus
more.Itwasworsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;
et
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmistsqui
thathadsolongbaffledhiseye,il
thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.“I
pensais
thoughtitwasmadness,”hedit
said,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthecoffre-fort
safe,“andnowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthiscandle,puton
un
agreatcoat,andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,où
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhismaison
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
quelqu'un
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadpensé
thought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
et
andwelcomedhim;