Utterson

• he was austere with himself; drank gin when he was alone, to mortify a taste for vintages- CH1
• almost with envy, at the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds - CH1
• until the clock of the neighbouring church rang out the hour of twelve, when he would go soberly and gratefully to bed - CH2
• wider labyrinths of lamp-lighted city - CH2
• Gabriel Utterson