Дивна історія доктора Джекіла і містера Хайда

           Afteralittleramblingtalk,thelawyerleduptothesubjectwhichsodisagreeablypre-occupiedhismind. 

           “Isuppose,Lanyon,”saidhe“youandImustbethetwooldestfriendsthatHenryJekyllhas?” 

           “Iwishthefriendswereyounger,”chuckledDr.Lanyon. “ButIsupposeweare.Andwhatofthat?Iseelittleofhimnow.” 

           “Indeed?”saidUtterson.“Ithoughtyouhadabondofcommoninterest.” 

           “Wehad,”wasthereply.“ButitismorethantenyearssinceHenryJekyllbecametoofancifulforme. Hebegantogowrong,wronginmind;andthoughofcourseIcontinuetotakeaninterestinhimforoldsake’ssake,astheysay,IseeandIhaveseendevilishlittleoftheman. Suchunscientificbalderdash,”addedthedoctor,flushingsuddenlypurple,“wouldhaveestrangedDamonandPythias.” 

           ThislittlespiritoftemperwassomewhatofarelieftoMr.Utterson. “Theyhaveonlydifferedonsomepointofscience,”hethought;andbeingamanofnoscientificpassions(exceptinthematterofconveyancing),heevenadded: “Itisnothingworsethanthat!” Hegavehisfriendafewsecondstorecoverhiscomposure,andthenapproachedthequestionhehadcometoput. “Didyouevercomeacrossaprotegeofhis—oneHyde?”heasked. 

           “Hyde?”repeatedLanyon. “No.Neverheardofhim.Sincemytime.”