cannottellhowlongitwasthatheenduredthisdiscipline；butitwaslongenoughtoleaveagreatblackblotuponhismemory，longenoughtosendhim，tremblingforhisreason，tothedoorsofacertaindoctor；whereuponwithasimpledraughthewasrestoredtothecommonlotofman。
Thepoorgentlemanhassincebeentroubledbynothingofthesort；
indeed，hisnightswereforsomewhilelikeothermen's，nowblank，nowchequeredwithdreams，andthesesometimescharming，sometimesappalling，butexceptforanoccasionalvividness，ofnoextraordinarykind。Iwilljustnoteoneoftheseoccasions，ereI
passontowhatmakesmydreamertrulyinteresting。Itseemedtohimthathewasinthefirstfloorofaroughhill-farm。Theroomshowedsomepooreffortsatgentility，acarpetonthefloor，apiano，Ithink，againstthewall；but，foralltheserefinements，therewasnomistakinghewasinamoorlandplace，amonghillsidepeople，andsetinmilesofheather。Helookeddownfromthewindowuponabarefarmyard，thatseemedtohavebeenlongdisused。
Agreat，uneasystillnesslayupontheworld。Therewasnosignofthefarm-folkorofanylivestock，saveforanold，brown，curlydogoftheretrieverbreed，whosatcloseinagainstthewallofthehouseandseemedtobedozing。Somethingaboutthisdogdisquietedthedreamer；itwasquiteanamelessfeeling，forthebeastlookedrightenough-indeed，hewassooldanddullanddustyandbroken-down，thatheshouldratherhaveawakenedpity；
andyettheconvictioncameandgrewuponthedreamerthatthiswasnoproperdogatall，butsomethinghellish。Agreatmanydozingsummerflieshummedabouttheyard；andpresentlythedogthrustforthhispaw，caughtaflyinhisopenpalm，carriedittohismouthlikeanape，andlookingsuddenlyupatthedreamerinthewindow，winkedtohimwithoneeye。Thedreamwenton，itmattersnothowitwent；itwasagooddreamasdreamsgo；buttherewasnothinginthesequelworthyofthatdevilishbrowndog。Andthepointofinterestformeliespartlyinthatveryfact:thathavingfoundsosingularanincident，myimperfectdreamershouldproveunabletocarrythetaletoafitendandfallbackonindescribablenoisesandindiscriminatehorrors。Itwouldbedifferentnow；heknowshisbusinessbetter!
For，toapproachatlastthepoint:Thishonestfellowhadlongbeeninthecustomofsettinghimselftosleepwithtales，andsohadhisfatherbeforehim；butthesewereirresponsibleinventions，toldfortheteller'spleasure，withnoeyetothecrasspublicorthethwartreviewer:taleswhereathreadmightbedropped，oroneadventurequittedforanother，onfancy'sleastsuggestion。Sothatthelittlepeoplewhomanageman'sinternaltheatrehadnotasyetreceivedaveryrigoroustraining；andplayedupontheirstagelikechildrenwhoshouldhaveslippedintothehouseandfounditempty，ratherthanlikedrilledactorsperformingasetpiecetoahugehalloffaces。Butpresentlymydreamerbegantoturnhisformeramusementofstory-tellingtowhatiscalledaccount；bywhichImeanthathebegantowriteandsellhistales。Herewashe，andherewerethelittlepeoplewhodidthatpartofhisbusiness，inquitenewconditions。Thestoriesmustnowbetrimmedandparedandsetuponallfours，theymustrunfromabeginningtoanendandfitafteramannerwiththelawsoflife；thepleasure，inoneword，hadbecomeabusiness；andthatnotonlyforthedreamer，butforthelittlepeopleofhistheatre。Theseunderstoodthechangeaswellashe。Whenhelaydowntopreparehimselfforsleep，henolongersoughtamusement，butprintableandprofitabletales；andafterhehaddozedoffinhisbox-seat，hislittlepeoplecontinuedtheirevolutionswiththesamemercantiledesigns。Allotherformsofdreamdesertedhimbuttwo:hestilloccasionallyreadsthemostdelightfulbooks，hestillvisitsattimesthemostdelightfulplaces；anditisperhapsworthyofnotethattothesesameplaces，andtooneinparticular，hereturnsatintervalsofmonthsandyears，findingnewfield-paths，visitingnewneighbours，beholdingthathappyvalleyunderneweffectsofnoonanddawnandsunset。Butalltherestofthefamilyofvisionsisquitelosttohim:thecommon，mangledversionofyesterday'saffairs，theraw-head-and-bloody-bonesnightmare，rumouredtobethechildoftoastedcheese-theseandtheirlikearegone；and，forthemostpart，whetherawakeorasleep，heissimplyoccupied-heorhislittlepeople-inconsciouslymakingstoriesforthemarket。Thisdreamerlikemanyotherpersonshasencounteredsometriflingvicissitudesoffortune。Whenthebankbeginstosendlettersandthebutchertolingeratthebackgate，hesetstobelabouringhisbrainsafterastory，forthatishisreadiestmoney-winner；and，behold!atoncethelittlepeoplebegintobestirthemselvesinthesamequest，andlabourallnightlong，andallnightlongsetbeforehimtruncheonsoftalesupontheirlightedtheatre。Nofearofhisbeingfrightenednow；theflyingheartandthefrozenscalparethingsby-gone；applause，growingapplause，growinginterest，growingexultationinhisownclevernessforhetakesallthecredit，andatlastajubilantleaptowakefulness，withthecry，"
Ihaveit，that'lldo!"uponhislips:withsuchandsimilaremotionshesitsatthesenocturnaldramas，withsuchoutbreaks，likeClaudiusintheplay，hescatterstheperformanceinthemidst。Oftenenoughthewakingisadisappointment:hehasbeentoodeepasleep，asIexplainthething；drowsinesshasgainedhislittlepeople，theyhavegonestumblingandmaunderingthroughtheirparts；andtheplay，totheawakenedmind，isseentobeatissueofabsurdities。AndyethowoftenhavethesesleeplessBrowniesdonehimhonestservice，andgivenhim，ashesatidlytakinghispleasureintheboxes，bettertalesthanhecouldfashionforhimself。
Hereisone，exactlyasitcametohim。Itseemedhewasthesonofaveryrichandwickedman，theownerofbroadacresandamostdamnabletemper。Thedreamerandthatwasthesonhadlivedmuchabroad，onpurposetoavoidhisparent；andwhenatlengthhereturnedtoEngland，itwastofindhimmarriedagaintoayoungwife，whowassupposedtosuffercruellyandtoloatheheryoke。
Becauseofthismarriageasthedreamerindistinctlyunderstood
itwasdesirableforfatherandsontohaveameeting；andyetbothbeingproudandbothangry，neitherwouldcondescenduponavisit。
Meettheydidaccordingly，inadesolate，sandycountrybythesea；
andtheretheyquarrelled，andtheson，stungbysomeintolerableinsult，struckdownthefatherdead。Nosuspicionwasaroused；thedeadmanwasfoundandburied，andthedreamersucceededtothebroadestates，andfoundhimselfinstalledunderthesameroofwithhisfather'swidow，forwhomnoprovisionhadbeenmade。Thesetwolivedverymuchalone，aspeoplemayafterabereavement，satdowntotabletogether，sharedthelongevenings，andgrewdailybetterfriends；untilitseemedtohimofasuddenthatshewaspryingaboutdangerousmatters，thatshehadconceivedanotionofhisguilt，thatshewatchedhimandtriedhimwithquestions。Hedrewbackfromhercompanyasmendrawbackfromaprecipicesuddenlydiscovered；andyetsostrongwastheattractionthathewoulddriftagainandagainintotheoldintimacy，andagainandagainbestartledbackbysomesuggestivequestionorsomeinexplicablemeaninginhereye。Sotheylivedatcrosspurposes，alifefullofbrokendialogue，challengingglances，andsuppressedpassion；
until，oneday，hesawthewomanslippingfromthehouseinaveil，followedhertothestation，followedherinthetraintotheseasidecountry，andoutoverthesandhillstotheveryplacewherethemurderwasdone。Thereshebegantogropeamongthebents，hewatchingher，flatuponhisface；andpresentlyshehadsomethinginherhand-Icannotrememberwhatitwas，butitwasdeadlyevidenceagainstthedreamer-andassheheldituptolookatit，perhapsfromtheshockofthediscovery，herfootslipped，andshehungatsomeperilonthebrinkofthetallsand-wreaths。Hehadnothoughtbuttospringupandrescueher；andtheretheystoodfacetoface，shewiththatdeadlymatteropenlyinherhand-hisverypresenceonthespotanotherlinkofproof。Itwasplainshewasabouttospeak，butthiswasmorethanhecouldbear-hecouldbeartobelost，butnottotalkofitwithhisdestroyer；andhecuthershortwithtrivialconversation。Arminarm，theyreturnedtogethertothetrain，talkingheknewnotwhat，madethejourneybackinthesamecarriage，satdowntodinner，andpassedtheeveninginthedrawing-roomasinthepast。Butsuspenseandfeardrummedinthedreamer'sbosom。"Shehasnotdenouncedmeyet"-
sohisthoughtsran-"whenwillshedenounceme？Willitbeto-
morrow？"Anditwasnotto-morrow，northenextday，northenext；
andtheirlifesettledbackontheoldterms，onlythatsheseemedkinderthanbefore，andthat，asforhim，theburthenofhissuspenseandwondergrewdailymoreunbearable，sothathewastedawaylikeamanwithadisease。Once，indeed，hebrokeallboundsofdecency，seizedanoccasionwhenshewasabroad，ransackedherroom，andatlast，hiddenawayamongherjewels，foundthedamningevidence。Therehestood，holdingthisthing，whichwashislife，inthehollowofhishand，andmarvellingatherinconsequentbehaviour，thatsheshouldseek，andkeep，andyetnotuseit；andthenthedooropened，andbeholdherself。So，oncemore，theystood，eyetoeye，withtheevidencebetweenthem；andoncemoresheraisedtohimafacebrimmingwithsomecommunication；andoncemoreheshiedawayfromspeechandcutheroff。Butbeforehelefttheroom，whichhehadturnedupsidedown，helaidbackhisdeath-
warrantwherehehadfoundit；andatthat，herfacelightedup。
Thenextthingheheard，shewasexplainingtohermaid，withsomeingeniousfalsehood，thedisorderofherthings。Fleshandbloodcouldbearthestrainnolonger；andIthinkitwasthenextmorningthoughchronologyisalwayshazyinthetheatreofthemindthatheburstfromhisreserve。Theyhadbeenbreakfastingtogetherinonecornerofagreat，parqueted，sparely-furnishedroomofmanywindows；allthetimeofthemealshehadtorturedhimwithslyallusions；andnosoonerweretheservantsgone，andthesetwoprotagonistsalonetogether，thanheleapedtohisfeet。Shetoosprangup，withapaleface；withapaleface，sheheardhimasheravedouthiscomplaint:Whydidshetorturehimso？sheknewall，sheknewhewasnoenemytoher；whydidshenotdenouncehimatonce？whatsignifiedherwholebehaviour？whydidshetorturehim？andyetagain，whydidshetorturehim？Andwhenhehaddone，shefelluponherknees，andwithoutstretchedhands:"Doyounotunderstand？"shecried。"Iloveyou!"
Hereupon，withapangofwonderandmercantiledelight，thedreamerawoke。Hismercantiledelightwasnotoflongendurance；foritsoonbecameplainthatinthisspiritedtaletherewereunmarketableelements；whichisjustthereasonwhyyouhaveitheresobrieflytold。Buthiswonderhasstillkeptgrowing；andI
thinkthereader'swillalso，ifheconsideritripely。FornowheseeswhyIspeakofthelittlepeopleasofsubstantiveinventorsandperformers。Totheendtheyhadkepttheirsecret。Iwillgobailforthedreamerhavingexcellentgroundsforvaluinghiscandourthathehadnoguesswhateveratthemotiveofthewoman-
thehingeofthewholewell-inventedplot-untiltheinstantofthathighlydramaticdeclaration。Itwasnothistale；itwasthelittlepeople's!Andobserve:notonlywasthesecretkept，thestorywastoldwithreallyguilefulcraftsmanship。Theconductofbothactorsisinthecantphrasepsychologicallycorrect，andtheemotionaptlygraduateduptothesurprisingclimax。Iamawakenow，andIknowthistrade；andyetIcannotbetterit。Iamawake，andIlivebythisbusiness；andyetIcouldnotoutdo-
couldnotperhapsequal-thatcraftyartificeasofsomeold，experiencedcarpenterofplays，someDenneryorSardoubywhichthesamesituationistwicepresentedandthetwoactorstwicebroughtfacetofaceovertheevidence，onlyonceitisinherhand，onceinhis-andtheseintheirdueorder，theleastdramaticfirst。ThemoreIthinkofit，themoreIammovedtopressupontheworldmyquestion:WhoaretheLittlePeople？Theyarenearconnectionsofthedreamer's，beyonddoubt；theyshareinhisfinancialworriesandhaveaneyetothebank-book；theyshareplainlyinhistraining；theyhaveplainlylearnedlikehimtobuildtheschemeofaconsideratestoryandtoarrangeemotioninprogressiveorder；onlyIthinktheyhavemoretalent；andonethingisbeyonddoubt，theycantellhimastorypiecebypiece，likeaserial，andkeephimallthewhileinignoranceofwheretheyaim。Whoarethey，then？andwhoisthedreamer？
Well，asregardsthedreamer，Icananswerthat，forheisnolessapersonthanmyself；-asImighthavetoldyoufromthebeginning，onlythatthecriticsmurmurovermyconsistentegotism；-
andasIampositivelyforcedtotellyounow，orIcouldadvancebutlittlefartherwithmystory。AndfortheLittlePeople，whatshallIsaytheyarebutjustmyBrownies，Godblessthem!whodoone-halfmyworkformewhileIamfastasleep，andinallhumanlikelihood，dotherestformeaswell，whenIamwideawakeandfondlysupposeIdoitformyself。ThatpartwhichisdonewhileI
amsleepingistheBrownies'partbeyondcontention；butthatwhichisdonewhenIamupandaboutisbynomeansnecessarilymine，sinceallgoestoshowtheBrownieshaveahandiniteventhen。
Hereisadoubtthatmuchconcernsmyconscience。Formyself-
whatIcallI，myconsciousego，thedenizenofthepinealglandunlesshehaschangedhisresidencesinceDescartes，themanwiththeconscienceandthevariablebank-account，themanwiththehatandtheboots，andtheprivilegeofvotingandnotcarryinghiscandidateatthegeneralelections-Iamsometimestemptedtosupposeheisnostory-telleratall，butacreatureasmatteroffactasanycheesemongeroranycheese，andarealistbemireduptotheearsinactuality；sothat，bythataccount，thewholeofmypublishedfictionshouldbethesingle-handedproductofsomeBrownie，someFamiliar，someunseencollaborator，whomIkeeplockedinabackgarret，whileIgetallthepraiseandhebutasharewhichIcannotpreventhimgettingofthepudding。Iamanexcellentadviser，somethinglikeMoliere'sservant；IpullbackandIcutdown；andIdressthewholeinthebestwordsandsentencesthatIcanfindandmake；Iholdthepen，too；andIdothesittingatthetable，whichisabouttheworstofit；andwhenallisdone，Imakeupthemanuscriptandpayfortheregistration；
sothat，onthewhole，Ihavesomeclaimtoshare，thoughnotsolargelyasIdo，intheprofitsofourcommonenterprise。
Icanbutgiveaninstanceorsoofwhatpartisdonesleepingandwhatpartawake，andleavethereadertosharewhatlaurelsthereare，athisownnod，betweenmyselfandmycollaborators；andtodothisIwillfirsttakeabookthatanumberofpersonshavebeenpoliteenoughtoread，theSTRANGECASEOFDR。JEKYLLANDMR。HYDE。
Ihadlongbeentryingtowriteastoryonthissubject，tofindabody，avehicle，forthatstrongsenseofman'sdoublebeingwhichmustattimescomeinuponandoverwhelmthemindofeverythinkingcreature。Ihadevenwrittenone，THETRAVELLINGCOMPANION，whichwasreturnedbyaneditoronthepleathatitwasaworkofgeniusandindecent，andwhichIburnedtheotherdayonthegroundthatitwasnotaworkofgenius，andthatJEKYLLhadsupplantedit。
ThencameoneofthosefinancialfluctuationstowhichwithanelegantmodestyIhavehithertoreferredinthethirdperson。FortwodaysIwentaboutrackingmybrainsforaplotofanysort；andonthesecondnightIdreamedthesceneatthewindow，andasceneafterwardsplitintwo，inwhichHyde，pursuedforsomecrime，tookthepowderandunderwentthechangeinthepresenceofhispursuers。Alltherestwasmadeawake，andconsciously，althoughI
thinkIcantraceinmuchofitthemannerofmyBrownies。Themeaningofthetaleisthereforemine，andhadlongpre-existedinmygardenofAdonis，andtriedonebodyafteranotherinvain；
indeed，Idomostofthemo"m.kanbaapp点com"rality，worseluck!andmyBrownieshavenotarudimentofwhatwecallaconscience。Mine，too，isthesetting，minethecharacters。Allthatwasgivenmewasthematterofthreescenes，andthecentralideaofavoluntarychangebecominginvoluntary。Willitbethoughtungenerous，afterIhavebeensoliberallyladlingoutpraisetomyunseencollaborators，ifIheretossthemover，boundhandandfoot，intothearenaofthecritics？Forthebusinessofthepowders，whichsomanyhavecensured，is，Iamrelievedtosay，notmineatallbuttheBrownies'。Ofanothertale，incasethereadershouldhaveglancedatit，Imaysayaword:thenotverydefensiblestoryofOLALLA。
Herethecourt，themother，themother'sniche，Olalla，Olalla'schamber，themeetingsonthestair，thebrokenwindow，theuglysceneofthebite，wereallgivenmeinbulkanddetailasIhavetriedtowritethem；tothisIaddedonlytheexternalsceneryforinmydreamIneverwasbeyondthecourt，theportrait，thecharactersofFelipeandthepriest，themoral，suchasitis，andthelastpages，suchas，alas!theyare。AndImayevensaythatinthiscasethemoralitselfwasgivenme；foritaroseimmediatelyonacomparisonofthemotherandthedaughter，andfromthehideoustrickofatavisminthefirst。Sometimesaparabolicsenseisstillmoreundeniablypresentinadream；
sometimesIcannotbutsupposemyBrownieshavebeenapingBunyan，andyetinnocasewithwhatwouldpossiblybecalledamoralinatract；neverwiththeethicalnarrowness；conveyinghintsinsteadoflife'slargerlimitationsandthatsortofsensewhichweseemtoperceiveinthearabesqueoftimeandspace。
Forthemostpart，itwillbeseen，myBrowniesaresomewhatfantastic，liketheirstorieshotandhot，fullofpassionandthepicturesque，alivewithanimatingincident；andtheyhavenoprejudiceagainstthesupernatural。Buttheotherdaytheygavemeasurprise，entertainingmewithalove-story，alittleAprilcomedy，whichIoughtcertainlytohandovertotheauthorofA
CHANCEACQUAINTANCE，forhecouldwriteitasitshouldbewritten，andIamsurealthoughImeantotrythatIcannot-ButwhowouldhavesupposedthataBrownieofmineshouldinventataleforMr。Howells？
CHAPTERIX-BEGGARS
INapleasant，airy，up-hillcountry，itwasmyfortunewhenIwasyoungtomaketheacquaintanceofacertainbeggar。Icallhimbeggar，thoughheusuallyallowedhiscoatandhisshoeswhichwereopen-mouthed，indeedtobegforhim。Hewasthewreckofanathleticman，tall，gaunt，andbronzed；fargoneinconsumption，withthatdisquietingsmileofthemortallystrickenonhisface；
butstillactiveafoot，stillwiththebriskmilitarycarriage，thereadymilitarysalute。Threewaysledthroughthispieceofcountry；andasIwasinconstantinmychoice，Ibelievehemustoftenhaveawaitedmeinvain。Butoftenenough，hecaughtme；
oftenenough，fromsomeplaceofambushbytheroadside，hewouldspringsuddenlyforthintheregulationattitude，andlaunchingatonceintohisinconsequentialtalk，fallintostepwithmeuponmyfarthercourse。"Afinemorning，sir，thoughperhapsatrifleincliningtorain。IhopeIseeyouwell，sir。Why，no，sir，I
don'tfeelasheartymyselfasIcouldwish，butIamkeepingaboutmyordinary。Iampleasedtomeetyouontheroad，sir。IassureyouIquitelookforwardtooneofourlittleconversations。"Helovedthesoundofhisownvoiceinordinately，andthoughwithsomethingtoooff-handtocallservilityhewouldalwayshastentoagreewithanythingyousaid，yethecouldneversufferyoutosayittoanend。BywhattransitionheslidtohisfavouritesubjectIhavenomemory；butwehadneverbeenlongtogetheronthewaybeforehewasdealing，inaverymilitarymanner，withtheEnglishpoets。"Shelleywasafinepoet，sir，thoughatrifleatheisticalinhisopinions。HisQueenMab，sir，isquiteanatheisticalwork。
Scott，sir，isnotsopoeticalawriter。WiththeworksofShakespeareIamnotsowellacquainted，buthewasafinepoet。
Keats-JohnKeats，sir-hewasaveryfinepoet。"Withsuchreferences，suchtrivialcriticism，suchlovingparadeofhisownknowledge，hewouldbeguiletheroad，stridingforwarduphill，hisstaffnowclappedtotheribsofhisdeep，resonantchest，nowswingingintheairwiththerememberedjauntinessoftheprivatesoldier；andallthewhilehistoeslookingoutofhisboots，andhisshirtlookingoutofhiselbows，anddeathlookingoutofhissmile，andhisbig，crazyframeshakenbyaccessesofcough。
Hewouldoftengothewholewayhomewithme:oftentoborrowabook，andthatbookalwaysapoet。Offhewouldmarch，tocontinuehismendicantrounds，withthevolumeslippedintothepocketofhisraggedcoat；andalthoughhewouldsometimeskeepitquiteawhile，yetitcamealwaysbackagainatlast，notmuchtheworseforitstravelsintobeggardom。Andinthisway，doubtless，hisknowledgegrewandhisglib，randomcriticismtookawiderrange。
Butmylibrarywasnotthefirsthehaddrawnupon:atourfirstencounter，hewasalreadybrimfulofShelleyandtheatheisticalQueenMab，and"Keats-JohnKeats，sir。"AndIhaveoftenwonderedhowhecamebytheseacquirements；justasIoftenwonderedhowhefelltobeabeggar。HehadservedthroughtheMutiny-ofwhichlikesomanypeoplehecouldtellpracticallynothingbeyondthenamesofplaces，andthatitwas"difficultwork，sir，"andveryhot，orthatso-and-sowas"averyfinecommander，sir。"Hewasfartoosmartamantohaveremainedaprivate；inthenatureofthings，hemusthavewonhisstripes。
Andyetherehewaswithoutapension。WhenItouchedonthisproblem，hewouldcontenthimselfwithdiffidentlyofferingmeadvice。"Amanshouldbeverycarefulwhenheisyoung，sir。Ifyou'llexcusemesayingso，aspiritedyounggentlemanlikeyourself，sir，shouldbeverycareful。Iwasperhapsatrifleinclinedtoatheisticalopinionsmyself。"Forperhapswithadeeperwisdomthanweareinclinedinthesedaystoadmitheplainlybracketedagnosticismwithbeerandskittles。
Keats-JohnKeats，sir-andShelleywerehisfavouritebards。I
cannotrememberifItriedhimwithRossetti；butIknowhistastetoahair，andifeverIdid，hemusthavedotedonthatauthor。