STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwas
un
amanofaruggedcountenancequi
thatwasneverlightedbyun
asmile;cold,scantyand
embarrassé
embarrassedindiscourse;backwardin
sentiment
sentiment;lean,long,dusty,dreary
et
andyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
et
andwhenthewinewastohisgoût
taste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhisœil
eye;somethingindeedwhichnever
trouvé
founditswayintohisparlé
talk,butwhichspokenotonlyinces
thesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnervisage
face,butmoreoftenandfort
loudlyintheactsofhisvie
life.Hewasausterewithhimself;
buvait
drankginwhenhewasseul
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;et
andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotfranchi
crossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.Mais
Buthehadanapprovedtolérance
toleranceforothers;sometimeswondering,
presque
almostwithenvy,atthehighpression
pressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;et
andinanyextremityinclinedtoaider
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
disait
sayquaintly:“Iletmy
frère
brothergotothedevilinhisownway.”In
ce
thischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortune
fortunetobethelastreputableacquaintanceet
andthelastgoodinfluenceinla
thelivesofdowngoingmen.Et
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheyvenus
cameabouthischambers,hejamais
nevermarkedashadeofchangement
changeinhisdemeanour.No
doute
doubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthe
mieux
best,andevenhisfriendshipsemblait
seemedtobefoundedinune
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itis
la
themarkofamodesthomme
mantoaccepthisfriendlycercle
circleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;andthatwas
la
thelawyer’sway.Hisfriendswere
ceux
thoseofhisownbloodou
orthosewhomhehadconnaissait
knownthelongest;hisaffections,
comme
likeivy,werethegrowthoftemps
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.D'où
Hence,nodoubtthebondqui
thatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hiséloigné
distantkinsman,thewell-knownmanaboutville
town.Itwasanuttocrackfor
beaucoup
many,whatthesetwocouldvoir
seeineachother,orwhatsujet
subjecttheycouldfindincommun
common.Itwasreportedby
ceux
thosewhoencounteredthemintheirDimanche
Sundaywalks,thattheysaidrien
nothing,lookedsingularlydullandété
wouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofun
afriend.Forallthat,the
deux
twomenputthegreateststorebyces
theseexcursions,countedthemtheprincipal
chiefjewelofeachweek,et
andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofplaisir
pleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofaffaires
business,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeof
ces
theseramblesthattheirwayledthemdownaby-streetinabusyquartier
quarterofLondon.Thestreetwassmall
et
andwhatiscalledquiet,mais
butitdroveathrivingcommerce
tradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
tous
alldoingwell,itseemedet
andallemulouslyhopingtofaire
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
que
thattheshopfrontsstoodalongque
thatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,comme
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Même
EvenonSunday,whenitvoilait
veileditsmorefloridcharmset
andlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage
passage,thestreetshoneoutincontraste
contrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,comme
likeafireinaforêt
forest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,
et
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote
note,instantlycaughtandpleasedla
theeyeofthepassenger.Deux
Twodoorsfromonecorner,onla
thelefthandgoingeastla
thelinewasbrokenbyla
theentryofacourt;et
andjustatthatpointun
acertainsinisterblockofbâtiment
buildingthrustforwarditsgableonla
thestreet.Itwastwostoreyshigh;
montrait
showednowindow,nothingbutun
adooronthelowerstoreyet
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredmur
wallontheupper;and
portait
boreineveryfeature,themarksofprolongedet
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
qui
whichwasequippedwithneithercloche
bellnorknocker,wasblisteredet
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
et
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;enfants
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;les
theschoolboyhadtriedhiscouteau
knifeonthemouldings;andfor
près
closeonageneration,noonehadapparu
appearedtodriveawaytheserandomvisitorsou
ortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
et
andthelawyerwereonla
theothersideoftheby-street;mais
butwhentheycameabreastofle
theentry,theformerlifteduphiscanne
caneandpointed.“Didyouever
remarqué
remarkthatdoor?”heasked;
et
andwhenhiscompanionhadrépondu
repliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”ajouta
addedhe,“withaveryoddstory.”“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,alllightedupasifforaprocession
processionandallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintothatétat
stateofmindwhenahomme
manlistensandlistensandcommence
beginstolongforthevue
sightofapoliceman.Allatonce,I
vu
sawtwofigures:onea
petit
littlemanwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodpromenade
walk,andtheotherafille
girlofmaybeeightordix
tenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossrue
street.Well,sir,thetworanintooneanother
naturellement
naturallyenoughatthecorner;et
andthencamethehorriblepartie
partofthething;for
le
themantrampledcalmlyoverle
thechild’sbodyandlefthercrier
screamingontheground.Itsounds
rien
nothingtohear,butitwashellishtovoir
see.Itwasn’tlikea
homme
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
I
donné
gaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmymonsieur
gentleman,andbroughthimbacktooù
wheretherewasalreadyquiteun
agroupaboutthescreamingchild.Hewas
parfaitement
perfectlycoolandmadenoresistance,mais
butgavemeonelook,solaid
uglythatitbroughtoutla
thesweatonmelikerunning.The
gens
peoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’spropre
ownfamily;andprettysoon,
le
thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeensentmis
putinhisappearance.Well,
les
thechildwasnotmuchles
theworse,morefrightened,accordingtoles
thesawbones;andthereyou
pu
mighthavesupposedwouldbeanfin
endtoit.Buttherewas
une
onecuriouscircumstance.Ihad
pris
takenaloathingtomygentleman
gentlemanatfirstsight.Sohad
la
thechild’sfamily,whichwasonlynaturel
natural.Butthedoctor’scasewaswhat
frappé
struckme.Hewastheusualcut
et
anddryapothecary,ofnoparticularâge
ageandcolour,withafort
strongEdinburghaccentandaboutasémotionnel
emotionalasabagpipe.Well,
monsieur
sir,hewasliketherestofnous
us;everytimehelookedatmy
prisonnier
prisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnsicket
andwhitewiththedesiretotuer
killhim.Iknewwhatwasinhis
esprit
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;et
andkillingbeingoutofle
thequestion,wedidthenextmeilleur
best.Wetoldthemanwe
pourrions
couldandwouldmakesuchascandale
scandaloutofthisasshouldferions
makehisnamestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.Ifhehadanyfriends
ou
oranycredit,weundertookthatheshouldperde
losethem.Andallthe
temps
time,aswewerepitchingitinrouge
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasmieux
bestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.I
jamais
neversawacircleofsuchhaineux
hatefulfaces;andtherewas
le
themaninthemiddle,avec
withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedaussi
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,monsieur
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyou
choisissez
choosetomakecapitaloutofcet
thisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturellement
naturallyhelpless.Nogentlemanbut
souhaite
wishestoavoidascene,’dit
sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsfor
la
thechild’sfamily;hewouldhave
clairement
clearlylikedtostickout;mais
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusqui
thatmeantmischief,andatlasthefrappé
struck.Thenextthingwastoget
la
themoney;andwheredoyou
pensez
thinkhecarriedusbuttoque
thatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutaclé
key,wentin,andpresentlycamebackavec
withthematteroftenpoundsinor
goldandachequeforthesolde
balanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletoporteur
bearerandsignedwithanom
namethatIcan’tmention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmyhistoire
story,butitwasanom
nameatleastverywellconnu
knownandoftenprinted.The
figure
figurewasstiff;butthe
signature
signaturewasgoodformorethanthatsi
ifitwasonlygenuine.I
pris
tookthelibertyofpointingsortir
outtomygentlemanthatla
thewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,et
andthatamandoesnot,inrealvie
life,walkintoacellarporte
dooratfourinthematin
morningandcomeoutwithautre
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponacent
hundredpounds.Buthewasquite
facile
easyandsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’
dit
sayshe,‘Iwillstayavec
withyoutillthebanksopenet
andcashthechequemyself.’Sowetous
allsetoff,thedoctor,et
andthechild’sfather,andourami
friendandmyself,andpassedthereste
restofthenightinmychambers;et
andnextday,whenweavoir
hadbreakfasted,wentinacorps
bodytothebank.Igaveinthe
chèque
chequemyself,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
personthatdrewthechequeistheveryrose
pinkoftheproprieties,celebratedaussi
too,and(whatmakesitworse)oneofyourfellowswhofont
dowhattheycallgood.Chantage
Blackmail,Isuppose;anhonest
homme
manpayingthroughthenoseforcertains
someofthecapersofhisjeunesse
youth.BlackMailHouseiswhatIcall
la
theplacewiththedoor,inconsequence.Though
même
eventhat,youknow,isloin
farfromexplainingall,”heajouté
added,andwiththewordstombé
fellintoaveinofmusing.Fromthishewas
rappelé
recalledbyMr.Uttersonaskingplutôt
rathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
savez
knowifthedrawerofle
thechequelivesthere?”“A
probable
likelyplace,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohave
remarqué
noticedhisaddress;helivesinsome
place
squareorother.”“Andyou
jamais
neveraskedaboutthe—placewithla
thedoor?”saidMr.Utterson.
“No,
monsieur
sir;Ihadadelicacy,”was
la
thereply.“Ifeelverystronglyabout
poser
puttingquestions;itpartakestoomuchofthe
style
styleofthedayofjugement
judgment.Youstartaquestion,
et
andit’slikestartingapierre
stone.Yousitquietlyonthe
sommet
topofahill;andaway
la
thestonegoes,startingothers;et
andpresentlysomeblandoldoiseau
bird(thelastyouwoulddoit
havethoughtof)isknockedonla
theheadinhisownbackjardin
gardenandthefamilyhavetochanger
changetheirname.Nosir,I
fais
makeitaruleofmine:the
plus
moreitlookslikeQueerStreet,themoins
lessIask.”“Averygoodrule,too,”
dit
saidthelawyer.“ButIhave
étudié
studiedtheplaceformyself,”poursuivi
continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcelya
maison
house.Thereisnoother
porte
door,andnobodygoesinou
oroutofthatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,le
thegentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
trois
threewindowslookingonthecour
courtonthefirstfloor;aucun
nonebelow;thewindowsare
toujours
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.Et
Andthenthereisacheminée
chimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;so
quelqu'un
somebodymustlivethere.And
pourtant
yetit’snotsosure;forthebuildingsaresopacked
ensemble
togetheraboutthecourt,thatit’sdifficile
hardtosaywhereoneendset
andanotherbegins.”Thepair
marcher
walkedonagainforawhileinsilence
silence;andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’s
une
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,bien que
althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepoint
point.He’sanextraordinarylooking
homme
man,andyetIreallypeux
cannamenothingoutoftheway.Pas
No,sir;Icanmakenohandofit;
Ican’t
décrire
describehim.Andit’snot
manque
wantofmemory;forI
déclare
declareIcanseehimce
thismoment.”Mr.
Uttersonagain
marché
walkedsomewayinsilenceet
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsidération
consideration.“Youaresurehe
utilisé
usedakey?”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
anypointyouhadbettercorriger
correctit.”“Ithinkyou
pu
mighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheotheravec
withatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedantically
exact
exact,asyoucallit.Le
Thefellowhadakey;et
andwhat’smore,hehasittoujours
still.Isawhimuseitnota
semaine
weekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsighed
profondément
deeplybutsaidneveramot
word;andtheyoungmanpresently
repris
resumed.“Hereisanotherlessonto
dit
saynothing,”saidhe.“Iam
honte
ashamedofmylongtongue.Letus
faisons
makeabargainnevertoréférer
refertothisagain.”“With
tout
allmyheart,”saidthelawyer.Recherche
SEARCHFORMR.HYDEThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohis
célibataire
bachelorhouseinsombrespiritset
andsatdowntodinnersans
withoutrelish.Itwashis
coutume
customofaSunday,whence
thismealwasover,tos'asseoir
sitclosebythefire,un
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingbureau
desk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchsonne
rangoutthehouroftwelve,quand
whenhewouldgosoberlyet
andgratefullytobed.On
cette
thisnighthowever,assoonasle
theclothwastakenaway,hepris
tookupacandleandallé
wentintohisbusinessroom.Therehe
ouvrit
openedhissafe,tookfromtheplus
mostprivatepartofitun
adocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillet
andsatdownwithacloudedfront
browtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Uttersonthoughhetook
chargé
chargeofitnowthatitwasfait
made,hadrefusedtolendtheleastassistance
assistanceinthemakingofit;itprovidednotonlythat,in
cas
caseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,tous
allhispossessionsweretopasser
passintothehandsofhis“friendet
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatincas
caseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceou
orunexplainedabsenceforanypériode
periodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thedit
saidEdwardHydeshouldstepintothedit
saidHenryJekyll’sshoeswithoutplus
furtherdelayandfreefromtoute
anyburthenorobligationbeyondthepaiement
paymentofafewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’sménage
household.Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.
It
offensé
offendedhimbothasalawyeret
andasaloverofthesaneet
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.Et
Andhithertoitwashisignorance
ignoranceofMr.Hydethathadgonflé
swelledhisindignation;now,by
un
asuddenturn,itwashisconnaissance
knowledge.Itwasalreadybadenough
quand
whenthenamewasbutanom
nameofwhichhecouldapprendre
learnnomore.Itwas
pire
worsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;et
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmistsqui
thathadsolongbaffledhisœil
eye,thereleapedupthesoudaine
sudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.“I
pensais
thoughtitwasmadness,”hedit
said,ashereplacedtheodieux
obnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andmaintenant
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthis
bougie
candle,putonagreatcoat,et
andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmédecine
medicine,wherehisfriend,thegrand
greatDr.Lanyon,hadhismaison
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
quelqu'un
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadpensé
thought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
et
andwelcomedhim;