Finally, the edge taken from his hunger, between mouthfuls he asked if I would run an errand for him in the morning.

'Yes, sir, and what would that be?' I asked.

'I would like you to go to Mister Utterson - the lawyer in Gaunt Street?' I nodded to show that knew who he was talking about, and he continued, '- and I should like you to invite him here for dinner in two weeks, on the 19th. Sunday.' He seemed to think for a moment, then added, 'I will invite others so he doesn't think the night is anything special, but I will give you their names on another occasion. For now, can you just invite Utterson?'