Robert Louis Stevenson

-Mr. Gabriel John Ut­ter­son the law­yer
*It is the mark of a mod­est man to ac­cept his friendly circle ready-made from the hands of op­por­tun­ity;
*his af­fec­tions, like ivy, were the growth of time
- Mr. Richard En­field

Henry Je­kyll
Edward Hyde
Dr.  Lanyon Hastie
Poole
He was wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure; but in the law of God, there is no stat­ute of lim­it­a­tions. Aye, it must be that; the ghost of some old sin, the can­cer of some con­cealed dis­grace: pun­ish­ment com­ing, pede claudo, years after memory has for­got­ten and self-love con­doned the fault.” And the law­yer, scared by the thought, brooded awhile on his own past, grop­ing in all the corners of memory, least by chance some Jack-in-the-Box of an old iniquity should leap to light there. His past was fairly blame­less; few men could read the rolls of their life with less ap­pre­hen­sion; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into a sober and fear­ful grat­it­ude by the many he had come so near to do­ing yet avoided. And then by a re­turn on his former sub­ject, he con­ceived a spark of hope.

Sir Dan­vers Carew
In­spector New­comen