Utterson knocked at the front door of the big house round the corner and asked for the doctor. Two weeks later Jekyll gave one of his pleasant dinners, and when the other guests had gone the lawyer stayed behind. "I have been wanting to speak to you, Jekyll," he said. "You know that will of yours?" The doctor's handsome face grew pale. "My poor Utterson," he said, "you are unfortunate in such a client. I have never seen a man so distressed as you were by my will." "I have been learning something of young Hyde," said the lawyer. The large face of Dr Jekyll went white to the lips. "I do not care to hear more," he said. "This is a matter I thought we had agreed to drop." "What I heard was abominable." "It can make no change. You do not understand my position. It is a strange business, and one that cannot be mended by talking. But I will tell you one thing: the moment I choose, I can be rid of Mr Hyde. I give you my hand upon that."