'Your master seems to repose a great deal of trust in that young man, Poole,' resumed the other musingly.
'Yes, sir, he do indeed,' said Poole. 'We have all orders to obey him.'
'I do not think I ever met Mr. Hyde?' asked Utterson.
'O, dear no, sir. He never dines here,' replied the butler. 'Indeed we see very little of him on this side of the house; he mostly comes and goes by the laboratory.'
'Well, good night, Poole.'
'Good night, Mr. Utterson.'
And the lawyer set out homeward with a very heavy heart. 'Poor Harry Jekyll,' he thought, 'my mind misgives me he is in deep waters! He was wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure; but in the law of God, there is no statute of limitations. Ay, it must be that; the ghost of some old sin, the cancer of some concealed disgrace: punishment coming, pede claudo, years after memory has forgotten and self-love condoned the fault.' And the lawyer, scared by the thought,
