'I see you are going in,' returned the lawyer. 'I am an old friend of Dr. Jekyll's—Mr. Utterson of Gaunt Street—you must have heard my name; and meeting you so conveniently, I thought you might admit me.'
'You will not find Dr. Jekyll; he is from home,' replied Mr. Hyde, blowing in the key. And then suddenly, but still without looking up, 'How did you know me?' he asked.
'On your side,' said Mr. Utterson, 'will you do me a favour?'
'With pleasure,' replied the other. 'What shall it be?'
'Will you let me see your face?' asked the lawyer.
Mr. Hyde appeared to hesitate, and then, as if upon some sudden reflection, fronted about with an air of defiance; and the pair stared at each other pretty fixedly for a few seconds.
'Now I shall know you again,' said Mr. Utterson. 'It may be useful.'
'Yes,' returned Mr. Hyde, 'it is as well we have met; and à propos you should have my
