"Mr Utterson the lawyer was a man of rugged countenance, that was
never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse;
back ward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary, and yet somehow
lovable. At friendly meetings, and when the wine was to his taste,
something eminently human beaconed from his eye; something
indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not
only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but more often
and loudly in the acts of his life. He was austere with himself; and
thought he enjoyed the theatre, had not crossed the doors of one
for twenty years. But he had an approved tolerance for others;
sometimes wondering, almost with envy, at the high pressure of
spirits involved in their misdeeds; and in any extremity inclined
to help rather than to reprove. 'I incline to Cain's hersey,' he
used to say quaintly: 'I let my brother go to the devil in his own
way.' In this character, it was frequently his fortune to be the
last reputable acquaintance and the last good influence in the
lives of down-going men. And to such as these, as long as they
came about his chambers, he never marked a shade of change
in his demeanour."
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