It was Sunday. Mr. Utterson was on his usual walk with Mr. Enfield. They walked through a small street. They came to a door. Both men stopped to look at it.
“Well,” Mr. Enfield said. “That story is finished. We will never see Mr. Hyde again.”
“I hope not,” Mr. Utterson said. “I saw him once. I felt a strong repulsion for him.”
Mr. Enfield agreed. He said it was impossible to see Mr. Hyde and like him. Then Mr. Enfield said he had recently learned something. He had not known before that the door was a back way to Dr. Jekyll’s house.
Mr. Utterson wanted to go into the yard behind the house and look at the windows. He was worried about Dr. Jekyll. He thought a friend might help the doctor.
They went into the court. It was cool and a little wet. It was becoming dark, but the sky was still bright from the sun. Mr. Utterson saw Dr. Jekyll. The doctor sat near a window. He looked very sad, like a prisoner.
“Jekyll!” Mr. Utterson cried. “I hope you feel better.”
“I feel very low, Utterson,” Dr. Jekyll said sadly. “I feel very low. It will not last long, thank God.”
“You stay inside too much,” Mr. Utterson said. “You should walk with us. This is my cousin, Mr. Enfield.”
Dr. Jekyll sighed. He said he wanted to walk with them. But he said it was impossible. He said he did not dare to go out. He was glad to see Mr. Utterson. He did not ask them to come inside because the house was messy.
“Then we will stay here,” Mr. Utterson said. “We can talk to you from the court.”
Dr. Jekyll smiled. He liked that idea. But suddenly, the smile left his face. He looked full of terror and sadness. Mr. Utterson and Mr. Enfield were very afraid. They only saw his face for a second. Then Dr. Jekyll closed the window quickly.
Mr. Utterson and Mr. Enfield left the court. They did not speak. They walked to a street with more people. Then they looked at each other. They were both very white. They saw fear in each other’s eyes.
“God forgive us,” Mr. Utterson said. Mr. Enfield did not speak. He only nodded and walked on.