Incident at the Window

           ItchancedonSunday,whenMr.UttersonwasonhisusualwalkwithMr.Enfield,thattheirwaylayonceagainthroughtheby-street;andthatwhentheycameinfrontofthedoor,bothstoppedtogazeonit. 

           “Well,”saidEnfield,“thatstory’satanendatleast.WeshallneverseemoreofMr.Hyde.” 

           “Ihopenot,”saidUtterson. “DidIevertellyouthatIoncesawhim,andsharedyourfeelingofrepulsion?” 

           “Itwasimpossibletodotheonewithouttheother,”returnedEnfield. “Andbytheway,whatanassyoumusthavethoughtme,nottoknowthatthiswasabackwaytoDr.Jekyll’s!ItwaspartlyyourownfaultthatIfounditout,evenwhenIdid.” 

           “Soyoufounditout,didyou?”saidUtterson. “Butifthatbeso,wemaystepintothecourtandtakealookatthewindows. Totellyouthetruth,IamuneasyaboutpoorJekyll;andevenoutside,Ifeelasifthepresenceofafriendmightdohimgood.” 

           Thecourtwasverycoolandalittledamp,andfullofprematuretwilight,althoughthesky,highupoverhead,wasstillbrightwithsunset. Themiddleoneofthethreewindowswashalf-wayopen;andsittingclosebesideit,takingtheairwithaninfinitesadnessofmien,likesomedisconsolateprisoner,UttersonsawDr.Jekyll. 

           “What!Jekyll!”hecried.“Itrustyouarebetter.” 

           “Iamverylow,Utterson,”repliedthedoctor,drearily,“verylow.Itwillnotlastlong,thankGod.”