STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Utterson
el
thelawyerwasamanofarobusto
ruggedcountenancethatwasneveriluminado
lightedbyasmile;cold,scanty
y
andembarrassedindiscourse;backwardin
sentimiento
sentiment;lean,long,dusty,dreary
y
andyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
y
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,algo
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhisojo
eye;somethingindeedwhichnever
encontró
founditswayintohischarla
talk,butwhichspokenotsólo
onlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnercara
face,butmoreoftenanden voz alta
loudlyintheactsofhisvida
life.Hewasausterewithhimself;
bebía
drankginwhenhewassolo
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;y
andthoughheenjoyedtheteatro
theatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofuno
onefortwentyyears.Buthe
tenía
hadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;sometimes
preguntándose
wondering,almostwithenvy,atthealta
highpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;y
andinanyextremityinclinedtoayudar
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
decir
sayquaintly:“Iletmy
hermano
brothergotothedevilinhisownway.”In
este
thischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortuna
fortunetobethelastreputableconocido
acquaintanceandthelastgoodinfluencia
influenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.Y
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheyvinieron
cameabouthischambers,henunca
nevermarkedashadeofcambio
changeinhisdemeanour.No
duda
doubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthe
mejor
best,andevenhisfriendshipparecía
seemedtobefoundedinuna
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthe
marca
markofamodestmantoaceptar
accepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofoportunidad
opportunity;andthatwasthelawyer’s
camino
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhisown
sangre
bloodorthosewhomhehabía
hadknownthelongest;hisaffections,
como
likeivy,werethegrowthoftiempo
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobjeto
object.Hence,nodoubtthe
vínculo
bondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-knownhombre
manabouttown.Itwas
una
anuttocrackformuchos
many,whatthesetwocouldver
seeineachother,orwhattema
subjecttheycouldfindincomún
common.Itwasreportedby
aquellos
thosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheydecían
saidnothing,lookedsingularlydully
andwouldhailwithobviousalivio
relieftheappearanceofaamigo
friend.Forallthat,the
dos
twomenputthegreateststorebyestas
theseexcursions,countedthemtheprincipal
chiefjewelofeachweek,y
andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofplacer
pleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofnegocios
business,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeof
estos
theseramblesthattheirwayllevó
ledthemdownaby-streetinabusybarrio
quarterofLondon.Thestreetwassmall
y
andwhatiscalledquiet,pero
butitdroveathrivingcomercio
tradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
todos
alldoingwell,itseemedy
andallemulouslyhopingtohacer
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
esa
thattheshopfrontsstoodalongesa
thatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitación
invitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Incluso
EvenonSunday,whenitvelaba
veileditsmorefloridcharmsy
andlaycomparativelyemptyofpaso
passage,thestreetshoneoutincontraste
contrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,como
likeafireinabosque
forest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,
y
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnota
note,instantlycaughtandpleasedtheojo
eyeofthepassenger.Twodoorsfromone
esquina
corner,onthelefthandfue
goingeastthelinewasbrokenbytheentrada
entryofacourt;and
justo
justatthatpointacierto
certainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustadelante
forwarditsgableonthecalle
street.Itwastwostoreyshigh;
mostraba
showednowindow,nothingbutuna
adooronthelowerstoreyy
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredpared
wallontheupper;andborein
cada
everyfeature,themarksofprolongedy
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,whichwasequipped
con
withneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredy
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
y
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;niños
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;theschoolboy
había
hadtriedhisknifeonthemouldings;y
andforcloseonageneración
generation,noonehadappearedtodriveawayestos
theserandomvisitorsortoreparar
repairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
y
andthelawyerwereontheotro
othersideoftheby-street;pero
butwhentheycameabreastoftheentrada
entry,theformerlifteduphisbastón
caneandpointed.“Didyoueverremark
esa
thatdoor?”heasked;
and
cuando
whenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheafirmativo
affirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”añadió
addedhe,“withaveryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
dijo
saidMr.Utterson,withaslightcambio
changeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
casa
homefromsomeplaceatthefinal
endoftheworld,abouttres
threeo’clockofablackinvierno
wintermorning,andmywaylaya través de
throughapartoftowndonde
wheretherewasliterallynothingtobever
seenbutlamps.Streetafter
calle
streetandallthefolksasleep—streettras
afterstreet,alllightedupasifforaprocesión
processionandallasemptyasachurch—tillatfin
lastIgotintothatestado
stateofmindwhenahombre
manlistensandlistensandcomienza
beginstolongforthevista
sightofapoliceman.Allatonce,I
vi
sawtwofigures:onealittlemanwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagood
caminando
walk,andtheotheraniña
girlofmaybeeightordiez
tenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrosscalle
street.Well,sir,thetworanintooneanother
naturalmente
naturallyenoughatthecorner;y
andthencamethehorribleparte
partofthething;forthe
hombre
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’scuerpo
bodyandleftherscreamingonthesuelo
ground.Itsoundsnothingto
oír
hear,butitwashellishtover
see.Itwasn’tlikea
hombre
man;itwaslikesome
maldito
damnedJuggernaut.Igaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmy
caballero
gentleman,andbroughthimbacktodonde
wheretherewasalreadyquiteun
agroupaboutthescreamingniño
child.Hewasperfectlycool
y
andmadenoresistance,butdio
gavemeonelook,souglythatittrajo
broughtoutthesweatonmecomo
likerunning.Thepeoplewho
habían
hadturnedoutwerethegirl’sownfamilia
family;andprettysoon,the
doctor
doctor,forwhomshehadbeensentpuso
putinhisappearance.Well,the
niño
childwasnotmuchthepeor
worse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;y
andthereyoumighthavesupposedsería
wouldbeanendtoit.Pero
Buttherewasonecuriouscircunstancia
circumstance.Ihadtakenaloathingtomy
caballero
gentlemanatfirstsight.So
había
hadthechild’sfamily,whichwasonlynatural
natural.Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruck
me
me.Hewastheusualcut
y
anddryapothecary,ofnoparticular
particularageandcolour,withafuerte
strongEdinburghaccentandaboutasemocional
emotionalasabagpipe.Well,
señor
sir,hewasliketheresto
restofus;everytimehe
miraba
lookedatmyprisoner,Iveía
sawthatsawbonesturnsicky
andwhitewiththedesiretokillhim.I
sabía
knewwhatwasinhismente
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmía
mine;andkillingbeingoutof
el
thequestion,wedidthenextmejor
best.Wetoldthemanwe
podríamos
couldandwouldmakesuchaescándalo
scandaloutofthisasshouldharíamos
makehisnamestinkfromoneextremo
endofLondontotheotro
other.Ifhehadanyfriends
o
oranycredit,weundertookthatheshouldperdiera
losethem.Andallthe
tiempo
time,aswewerepitchingitinrojo
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomende
offhimasbestwepodíamos
couldfortheywereaswildasharpies.I
nunca
neversawacircleoftan
suchhatefulfaces;andtherewas
el
themaninthemiddle,con
withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtambién
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,señor
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyou
elige
choosetomakecapitaloutofeste
thisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturalmente
naturallyhelpless.Nogentlemanbut
desea
wishestoavoidascene,’dice
sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,wescrewedhimuptoa
cien
hundredpoundsforthechild’sfamilia
family;hewouldhaveclearly
gustado
likedtostickout;buttherewas
algo
somethingaboutthelotofusthatsignificaba
meantmischief,andatlasthegolpeó
struck.Thenextthingwasto
conseguir
getthemoney;andwheredoyou
crees
thinkhecarriedusbuttoese
thatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutakey,wentin,y
andpresentlycamebackwiththecuestión
matteroftenpoundsinoro
goldandachequeforthesaldo
balanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletoportador
bearerandsignedwithanombre
namethatIcan’tmention,aunque
thoughit’soneofthepointsofmyhistoria
story,butitwasanombre
nameatleastverywellconocido
knownandoftenprinted.The
figura
figurewasstiff;butthe
firma
signaturewasgoodformorethaneso
thatifitwasonlygenuine.I
tomé
tookthelibertyofpointingsalir
outtomygentlemanthatthetodo
wholebusinesslookedapocryphal,andthatahombre
mandoesnot,inrealvida
life,walkintoacellarpuerta
dooratfourinthemañana
morningandcomeoutwithotro
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponacien
hundredpounds.Buthewas
bastante
quiteeasyandsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’
dice
sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksabran
openandcashthechequemyself.’Sowetodos
allsetoff,thedoctor,y
andthechild’sfather,andouramigo
friendandmyself,andpassedtheresto
restofthenightinmychambers;y
andnextday,whenwehabíamos
hadbreakfasted,wentinacuerpo
bodytothebank.Igaveinthechequemyself,
y
andsaidIhadeveryrazones
reasontobelieveitwasuna
aforgery.Notabitofit.
El
Thechequewasgenuine.”“Tut-tut!”
dijo
saidMr.Utterson.“Iseeyou
sientes
feelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’s
una
abadstory.Formy
hombre
manwasafellowthatnadie
nobodycouldhavetodocon
with,areallydamnableman;y
andthepersonthatdrewthechequeistheveryrosado
pinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtambién
too,and(whatmakesitworse)uno
oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheyllaman
callgood.Blackmail,Isuppose;
un
anhonestmanpayingthroughthenariz
noseforsomeofthecapersofhisjuventud
youth.BlackMailHouseiswhatI
llamo
calltheplacewiththepuerta
door,inconsequence.Thougheven
eso
that,youknow,isfarfromexplainingall,”heañadió
added,andwiththewordscayó
fellintoaveinofmusing.From
esto
thishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonpreguntando
askingrathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
sabe
knowifthedrawerofel
thechequelivesthere?”“A
probable
likelyplace,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappento
he
havenoticedhisaddress;helivesinsome
plaza
squareorother.”“Andyou
nunca
neveraskedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”dijo
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
I
tenía
hadadelicacy,”wastherespuesta
reply.“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakes
demasiado
toomuchofthestyleofel
thedayofjudgment.You
comenzar
startaquestion,andit’scomo
likestartingastone.You
sientas
sitquietlyonthetopofuna
ahill;andawaythe
piedra
stonegoes,startingothers;and
actualmente
presentlysomeblandoldbird(theúltimo
lastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isgolpeado
knockedontheheadinhispropio
ownbackgardenandthefamilia
familyhavetochangetheirnombre
name.Nosir,Imakeit
una
aruleofmine:the
más
moreitlookslikeQueerCalle
Street,thelessIask.”“A
muy
verygoodrule,too,”saidel
thelawyer.“ButIhave
estudiado
studiedtheplaceformyself,”continuó
continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcely
una
ahouse.Thereisnoother
puerta
door,andnobodygoesinoroutofesa
thatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,el
thegentlemanofmyadventure.Hay
Therearethreewindowslookingonthecourtontheprimer
firstfloor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
siempre
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.Y
Andthenthereisachimenea
chimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;so
alguien
somebodymustlivethere.Andyetit’snotso
seguro
sure;forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthe
corte
court,thatit’shardtodecir
saywhereoneendsandotro
anotherbegins.”Thepairwalkedon
de nuevo
againforawhileinsilencio
silence;andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’s
una
agoodruleofyours.”“Yes,I
creo
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.“Butfor
todo
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sun
onepointIwanttopreguntar
ask.Iwanttoask
el
thenameofthatmanwhowalkedoverel
thechild.”“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’t
ver
seewhatharmitwoulddo.Itwas
un
amanofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”
dijo
saidMr.Utterson.“Whatsortofa
hombre
manishetosee?”“Heisnot
fácil
easytodescribe.Thereis
algo
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;algo
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.I
nunca
neversawamanIsodisgustara
disliked,andyetIscarcesé
knowwhy.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
he
da
givesastrongfeelingofdeformity,aunque
althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepunto
point.He’sanextraordinarylooking
hombre
man,andyetIreallypuedo
cannamenothingoutofthecamino
way.No,sir;
Ican
hacer
makenohandofit;Ican’tdescribehim.
Y
Andit’snotwantofmemoria
memory;forIdeclareI
puedo
canseehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
de nuevo
againwalkedsomewayinsilencio
silenceandobviouslyunderapeso
weightofconsideration.“Youare
seguro
sureheusedakey?”he
preguntó
inquiredatlast.“Mydearsir...”
comenzó
beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.“Yes,Iknow,”
dijo
saidUtterson;“Iknowit
debe
mustseemstrange.Thefact
es
is,ifIdonotpregunto
askyouthenameoftheotherparte
party,itisbecauseIsé
knowitalready.Yousee,Richard,your
historia
talehasgonehome.Ifyou
ha
havebeeninexactinanypunto
pointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“Ithinkyou
podrías
mighthavewarnedme,”returnedel
theotherwithatouchofsullenness.“ButI
he
havebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoullama
callit.Thefellowhad
una
akey;andwhat’smore,he
tiene
hasitstill.Isawhimuseitnot
una
aweekago.”Mr.
Utterson
suspiró
sigheddeeplybutsaidneveruna
aword;andtheyoungmanpresently
reanudó
resumed.“Hereisanotherlessonto
decir
saynothing,”saidhe.“Iamashamedofmylong
lengua
tongue.Letusmakea
trato
bargainnevertorefertoesto
thisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”
dijo
saidthelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
Esa
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohissoltero
bachelorhouseinsombrespiritsy
andsatdowntodinnersin
withoutrelish.Itwashis
costumbre
customofaSunday,whenesta
thismealwasover,tosentarse
sitclosebythefire,un
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingescritorio
desk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringiglesia
churchrangoutthehouroftwelve,cuando
whenhewouldgosoberlyy
andgratefullytobed.On
esta
thisnighthowever,assoonasla
theclothwastakenaway,hetomó
tookupacandleandfue
wentintohisbusinessroom.Allí
Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthemás
mostprivatepartofitun
adocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWilly
andsatdownwithacloudedfrente
browtostudyitscontents.The
era
willwasholograph,forMr.Uttersonaunque
thoughhetookchargeofitahora
nowthatitwasmade,había
hadrefusedtolendtheleastayuda
assistanceinthemakingofit;it
proporcionaba
providednotonlythat,incaso
caseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,todas
allhispossessionsweretopasaran
passintothehandsofhis“friendy
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatincaso
caseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceo
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperíodo
periodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thedicho
saidEdwardHydeshouldstepintothedicho
saidHenryJekyll’sshoeswithoutmás
furtherdelayandfreefromcualquier
anyburthenorobligationbeyondthepago
paymentofafewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shogar
household.Thisdocumenthadlongbeen
la
thelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhim
tanto
bothasalawyerandasaamante
loverofthesaneandcustomarysidesofvida
life,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.Y
Andhithertoitwashisignorancia
ignoranceofMr.Hydethathabía
hadswelledhisindignation;now,by
un
asuddenturn,itwashisconocimiento
knowledge.Itwasalreadybad
lo suficientemente
enoughwhenthenamewasbutun
anameofwhichhepodía
couldlearnnomore.Itwas
peor
worsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponcon
withdetestableattributes;andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmiststhat
habían
hadsolongbaffledhisojo
eye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofun
afiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
dijo
said,ashereplacedthedesagradable
obnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andahora
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Con
Withthatheblewouthisvela
candle,putonagreatcoat,y
andsetforthinthedirección
directionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicina
medicine,wherehisfriend,thegran
greatDr.Lanyon,hadhiscasa
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
alguien
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehabía
hadthought.Thesolemnbutler
conocía
knewandwelcomedhim;