Sep 21, 2026 · 31 min · 11 segments
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Colin MorganHost
A fortnight later, by excellent good fortune, the doctor gave one of his pleasant dinners to some five or six old cronies, all intelligent, reputable men, and all judges of good wine.
And Mr. Utterson so contrived that he remained behind after the others had departed.
This was no new arrangement, but a thing that had befallen many scores of times.
Hosts loved to detain the dry lawyer when the light-hearted and loose-tongued had already their foot on the threshold.
They liked to sit a while in his unobtrusive company, practicing for solitude, sobering their minds in the man's rich silence after the expense and strain of gaiety.
To this rule, Dr. Jekyll was no exception, and as he now sat on the opposite side of the fire, a large, well-made, smooth-faced man of 50, with something of a slyish cast perhaps, but every mark of capacity and kindness.
You could see by his looks that he cherished for Mr. Utterson a sincere and warm affection.
"You know that will of yours?" A close observer might have gathered that the topic was distasteful, but the doctor carried it off gaily.
I never saw a man so distressed as you were by my will, unless it were that hide-bound pedant, Lanyon, and what he called my scientific heresies.
I always mean to see more of him, but a hide-bound pedant for all that, an ignorant, blatant pedant.
I was never more disappointed in any man than Lanyon." "You know I never approved of it," pursued Utterson, ruthlessly disregarding the fresh topic.
"This is a matter I thought we had agreed to drop." "What I heard was abominable," said Utterson.
You do not understand my position," returned the doctor with a certain incoherency of manner.
A fortnight later, by excellent good fortune, the doctor gave one of his pleasant dinners to some five or six old cronies, all intelligent, reputable men, and all judges of good wine.
And Mr. Utterson so contrived that he remained behind after the others had departed.
This was no new arrangement, but a thing that had befallen many scores of times.
Hosts loved to detain the dry lawyer when the light-hearted and loose-tongued had already their foot on the threshold.
They liked to sit a while in his unobtrusive company, practicing for solitude, sobering their minds in the man's rich silence after the expense and strain of gaiety.
To this rule, Dr. Jekyll was no exception, and as he now sat on the opposite side of the fire, a large, well-made, smooth-faced man of 50, with something of a slyish cast perhaps, but every mark of capacity and kindness.
You could see by his looks that he cherished for Mr. Utterson a sincere and warm affection.
"You know that will of yours?" A close observer might have gathered that the topic was distasteful, but the doctor carried it off gaily.
I never saw a man so distressed as you were by my will, unless it were that hide-bound pedant, Lanyon, and what he called my scientific heresies.
I always mean to see more of him, but a hide-bound pedant for all that, an ignorant, blatant pedant.
I was never more disappointed in any man than Lanyon." "You know I never approved of it," pursued Utterson, ruthlessly disregarding the fresh topic.
"This is a matter I thought we had agreed to drop." "What I heard was abominable," said Utterson.
You do not understand my position," returned the doctor with a certain incoherency of manner.
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