Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold,
scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, drearyand 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 th ...