'Only an invitation to dinner. Why? Do you want to see the letter?'
“只是请我吃饭的请柬，怎么？你想看看？”
'Just for a moment, please, sir.' The clerk put the two letters side by side and studied them carefully. 'Thank you, sir,' he said. 'Very interesting.'
“就看一下，先生。”那职员把两封信并排放在一起，仔细比较。“谢谢，先生，”他说，“真有意思。”
For a moment Mr Utterson hesitated, wondering and worrying. At last he put his thoughts into words. 'Why did you look at the two letters together?' he asked.
厄特森先生迟疑了一会儿，越想越担心，最后还是忍不住问了出来：“你为什么把两封信放到一起看呢？”

'Well, sir, in many ways the two are surprisingly similar.'
“呃，先生，这两封信的笔体惊人地相似。”
'How strange!…Mr Guest, I must ask you not to speak of this business to anyone.'
“这太离奇了！……盖斯特先生，请你千万不要把这事告诉任何人。”
'Of course not, sir,' said the clerk. 'You can depend on me.' Shortly afterwards he said good night to his master and made his way home.
“当然不会，先生，”职员说，“您放心吧！”没多久，他道了晚安，回家去了。
When he was alone, Mr Utterson locked the two letters in his cupboard. 'Well!' he thought. 'So Henry Jekyll wrote that letter for a murderer!' His face was as calm and expressionless as usual, but his heart was filled with fear for his old friend.
又剩下厄特森先生一个人了，他把两封信锁在柜子里。“明白了！”他想，“一定是亨利·杰基尔为凶手写了那封信。”他的脸上像往常一样毫无表情，心里却为老朋友充满了恐惧。