Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
The Last Night
“Holdyourtongue!”Poolesaidtoher,withaferocityofaccentthattestifiedtohisownjanglednerves; andindeed,whenthegirlhadsosuddenlyraisedthenoteofherlamentation,theyhadallstartedandturnedtowardtheinnerdoorwithfacesofdreadfulexpectation. “Andnow,”continuedthebutler,addressingtheknife-boy,“reachmeacandle,andwe’llgetthisthroughhandsatonce.” AndthenhebeggedMr.Uttersontofollowhim,andledthewaytotheback-garden.
“Now,sir,”saidhe,“youcomeasgentlyasyoucan. Iwantyoutohear,andIdon’twantyoutobeheard. Andseehere,sir,ifbyanychancehewastoaskyouin,don’tgo.”
Mr.Utterson’snerves,atthisunlooked-fortermination,gaveajerkthatnearlythrewhimfromhisbalance; buthere-collectedhiscourageandfollowedthebutlerintothelaboratorybuildingandthroughthesurgicaltheatre,withitslumberofcratesandbottles,tothefootofthestair. HerePoolemotionedhimtostandononesideandlisten;whilehehimself,settingdownthecandleandmakingagreatandobviouscallonhisresolution,mountedthestepsandknockedwithasomewhatuncertainhandontheredbaizeofthecabinetdoor.
“Mr.Utterson,sir,askingtoseeyou,”hecalled;andevenashedidso,oncemoreviolentlysignedtothelawyertogiveear.
Avoiceansweredfromwithin: “TellhimIcannotseeanyone,”itsaidcomplainingly.