Gabriel. Our infamous pact lies in ruins” he lamented. Although he gave it a good try, Mr. Enfield could not hide his disappointment in himself for diminishing his honour in such a way. Utterson could surely be forgiven, he thought, what in his weakened state, but he could surely not be shown the same exoneration. Utterson understood his friend perfectly, as usual, and did the best he could to comfort him; “But I do suppose that forever is a terribly long time not to speak about such a shocking revelation. Yes, it’s decidedly much to long of a spell.”Utterson smiled knowingly at Enfield, and, amazed at his friends’ intuition, Enfield decided he as well, although usually so austere, would match his friends’ gesture. And so, they wandered off together down the streets of London.“Gabriel,” proclaimed Enfield as he turned to his old friend, “we must make a pact here and now to decree that we will not allow what happened to our dear ones happen to us. I am proposing,” pronounced Enfield with a sparkle in his eye, “that we watch over each other so that we may one day, in however distant a reality, be sipping burgundy in each others’ company, and not in bitter solitude.”Utterson looked his friend squarely in the eye, and as the London fog rolled in, he said: “I’ll shake hands on that Richard. I’ve lost too many friends in this lifetime. Now lets have that burgundy.”...
