I See Little of Henry Jekyll

Mr. Enfield's tale went by before his mind in a scroll of lighted pictures. It was so conveniently near Mr. Utterson's dwelling, and still he was digging at the problems. He had touched him on the intellectual side alone, but now his imagination was also engaged, rather enslaved. As they say, I see and I have seen devilish little of the man. No, never heard of him since my time. That was the amount of information that the lawyer carried back with him to the great dark bed on which he tossed to and fro until the small hours of the morning began to grow large. Six o'clock struck on the bells of the church.