In any case I am to have a letter "Well, as to the visit, Lucy was more cheerful than on the day I first saw her, and certainly looked betterShe had lost something of the ghastly look that so upset you, and her breathing was normalShe was very sweet to the Professor (as she always is), and tried to make him feel at ease, though I could see the poor girl was making a hard struggle for it "I believe Van Helsing saw it, too, for I saw the quick look under his bushy brows that I knew of oldThen he began to chat of all things except ourselves and diseases and with such an infinite geniality that I could see poor Lucy's pretense of animation merge into realityThen, without any seeming change, he brought the conversation gently round to his visit, and suavely said, "'My dear young miss, I have the so great pleasure because you are so much belovedThat is much, my dear, even were there that which I do not seeThey told me you were down in the spirit, and that you were of a ghastly paleTo them I say "Pouf!"' And he snapped his fingers at me and went on'But you and I shall show them how wrong they areHow can he,' and he pointed at me with the same look and gesture as that with which he pointed me out in his class, on, or rather after, a particular occasion which he never fails to remind me of, 'know anything of a young ladies? He has his madmen to play with, and to bring them back to happiness, and to those that love themIt is much to do, and, oh, but there are rewards in that we can bestow such happinessBut the young ladies! He has no wife nor daughter, and the young do not tell themselves to the young, but to the old, like me, who have known so many sorrows and the causes of themSo, my dear, we will send him away to smoke the cigarette in the garden, whiles you and I have little talk all to ourselves' I took the hint, and strolled about, and presently the professor came to the window and called me inHe looked grave, but said, 'I have made careful examination, but there is no functional causeWith you I agree that there has been much blood lost, it has been but is notBut the conditions of her are in no way anemicI have asked her to send me her maid, that I may ask just one or two questions, that so I may not chance to miss nothingI know well what she will sayAnd yet there is causeThere is always cause for everythingI must go back home and thinkYou must send me the telegram every day, and if there be cause I shall come againThe disease, for not to be well is a disease, interest me, and the sweet, young dear, she interest me tooShe charm me, and for her, if not for you or disease, I come' "As I tell you, he would not say a word more, even when we were aloneAnd so now, Art, you know all I knowI shall keep stern watchI trust your poor father is rallyingIt must be a terrible thing to you, my dear old fellow, to be placed in such a position between two people who are both so dear to youI know your idea of duty to your father, and you are right to stick to itBut if need be, I shall send you word to come at once to Lucy, so do not be over-anxious unless you hear from meSEWARD'S DIARY 4 September-Zoophagous patient still keeps up our interest in himHe had only one outburst and that was yesterday at an unusual timeJust before the stroke of noon he began to grow restlessThe attendant knew the symptoms, and at once summoned aidFortunately the men came at a run, and were just in time, for at the stroke of noon he became so violent that it took all their strength to hold shop him

Alfred was greatly exasperated; but I told him that it was his own fault, and laid him any wager that I could break the man; and finally it was agreed that, if I caught him, I should have him to experiment onSo they mustered out a party of some six or seven, with guns and dogs, for the huntPeople, you know, can get up as much enthusiasm in hunting a man as a deer, if it is only customary; in fact, I got a little excited myself, though I had only put in as a sort of mediator, in case he was caught ?Well, the dogs bayed and howled, and we rode and scampered, and finally we started himHe ran and bounded like a buck, and kept us well in the rear for some time; but at last he got caught in an impenetrable thicket of cane; then he turned to bay, and I tell you he fought the dogs right gallantlyHe dashed them to right and left, and actually killed three of them with only his naked fists, when a shot from a gun brought him down, and he fell, wounded and bleeding, almost at my feetThe poor fellow looked up at me with manhood and despair both in his eyeI kept back the dogs and the party, as they came pressing up, and claimed him as my prisonerIt was all I could do to keep them from shooting him, in the flush of success; but I persisted in my bargain, and Alfred sold him to meWell, I took him in hand, and in one fortnight I had him tamed down as submissive and tractable as heart could desire ?What in the world did you do to him?? said Marie ?Well, it was quite a simple processI took him to my own room, had a good bed made for him, dressed his wounds, and tended him myself, until he got fairly on his feet againAnd, in process of time, I had free papers made out for him, and told him he might go where he liked ?And did he go?? said Miss OpheliaThe foolish fellow tore the paper in two, and absolutely refused to leave meI never had a braver, better fellow,?trusty and true as steelHe embraced Christianity afterwards, and became as gentle as a childHe used to oversee my place on the lake, and did it capitally, tooI lost him the first cholera seasonIn fact, he laid down his life for meFor I was sick, almost to death; and when, through the panic, everybody else fled, Scipio worked for me like a giant, and actually brought me back into life againBut, poor fellow! he was taken, right after, and there was no saving himI never felt anybody?s loss more Eva had come gradually nearer and nearer to her father, as he told the story,?her small lips apart, her eyes wide and earnest with absorbing interest As he finished, she suddenly threw her arms around his neck, burst into tears, and sobbed convulsively ?Eva, dear child! what is the matter?? said StClare, as the child?s small frame trembled and shook with the violence of her feelings?This child,? he added, ?ought not to hear any of this kind of thing,?she?s nervous ?No, papa, I?m not nervous,? said Eva, controlling herself, suddenly, with a strength of resolution singular in such a child?I?m not nervous, but these things sink into my heart ?What do you mean, Eva?? ?I can?t tell you, papa, I think a great many thoughtsPerhaps some day I shall tell you ?Well, think away, dear,?only don?t cry and worry your papa,? said StClare, ?Look here,?see what a beautiful peach I have got for you Eva took it and smiled, though there was still a nervous twiching about the corners of her mouth ?Come, look at the gold-fish,? said StClare, taking her hand and stepping on to the verandahA few moments, and merry laughs were heard through the silken curtains, as Eva and StClare were pelting each other with roses, and chasing each other among the alleys of the shop court

"And yet she has been dead one weekMost peoples in that time would not look so I had no answer for this, so was silentVan Helsing did not seem to notice my silenceAt any rate, he showed neither chagrin nor triumphHe was looking intently at the face of the dead woman, raising the eyelids and looking at the eyes, and once more opening the lips and examining the teethThen he turned to me and said, "Here, there is one thing which is different from all recordedHere is some dual life that is not as the commonShe was bitten by the vampire when she was in a trance, sleep-walking, oh, you startYou do not know that, friend John, but you shall know it later, and in trance could he best come to take more bloodIn trance she dies, and in trance she is UnDead, tooSo it is that she differ from all otherUsually when the UnDead sleep at home," as he spoke he made a comprehensive sweep of his arm to designate what to a vampire was 'home', "their face show what they are, but this so sweet that was when she not UnDead she go back to the nothings of the common deadThere is no malign there, see, and so it make hard that I must kill her in her sleep This turned my blood cold, and it began to dawn upon me that I was accepting Van Helsing's theoriesBut if she were really dead, what was there of terror in the idea of killing her? He looked up at me, and evidently saw the change in my face, for he said almost joyously, "Ah, you believe now?" I answered, "Do not press me too hard all at onceI am willing to acceptHow will you do this bloody work?" "I shall cut off her head and fill her mouth with garlic, and I shall drive a stake through her body It made me shudder to think of so mutilating the body of the woman whom I had lovedAnd yet the feeling was not so strong as I had expectedI was, in fact, beginning to shudder at the presence of this being, this UnDead, as Van Helsing called it, and to loathe itIs it possible that love is all subjective, or all objective? I waited a considerable time for Van Helsing to begin, but he stood as if wrapped in thoughtPresently he closed the catch of his bag with a snap, and said, "I have been thinking, and have made up my mind as to what is bestIf I did simply follow my inclining I would do now, at this moment, what is to be doneBut there are other things to follow, and things that are thousand times more difficult in that them we do not knowShe have yet no life taken, though that is of time, and to act now would be to take danger from her foreverBut then we may have to want Arthur, and how shall we tell him of this? If you, who saw the wounds on Lucy's throat, and saw the wounds so similar on the child's at the hospital, if you, who saw the coffin empty last night and full today with a woman who have not change only to be more rose and more beautiful in a whole week, after she die, if you know of this and know of the white figure last night that brought the child to the churchyard, and yet of your own senses you did not believe, how then, can I expect Arthur, who know none of those things, to believe? "He doubted me when I took him from her kiss when she was dyingI know he has forgiven me because in some mistaken idea I have done things that prevent him say goodbye as he ought, and he may think that in some more mistaken idea this woman was buried alive, and that in most mistake of all we have killed herHe will then argue back that it is we, mistaken ones, that have killed her by our ideas, and so he will be much unhappy alwaysYet he never can be sure, and that is the worst of allAnd he will sometimes think that she he loved was buried alive, and that will paint his dreams with horrors of what she must have suffered, and again, he will think that we may be right, and that his so beloved was, after all, an UnDeadNo! I told him once, and since then I learn muchNow, since I know it is all true, a hundred thousand times more do I know that he must pass through the bitter waters to reach the sweetHe, poor fellow, must have one hour that will make the very face of heaven grow black to him, then we can act for good all round and send him peaceYou return home for tonight to your asylum, and see that all be wellAs for me, I shall spend the night here in this churchyard in my own wayTomorrow night you will come to me to the Berkeley Hotel at ten of the clockI shall send for Arthur to come too, and also that so fine young man of America that gave his bloodLater we shall all have work to doI come with you so far as Piccadilly and there dine, for I must be back here before the sun shop set

In the night he may lie hidden somewhere, but if he be not carried on shore, or if the ship do not touch it, he cannot achieve the landIn such case he can, if it be in the night, change his form and jump or fly on shore, then, unless he be carried he cannot escapeAnd if he be carried, then the customs men may discover what the box containThus, in fine, if he escape not on shore tonight, or before dawn, there will be the whole day lost to himWe may then arrive in timeFor if he escape not at night we shall come on him in daytime, boxed up and at our mercyFor he dare not be his true self, awake and visible, lest he be discovered There was no more to be said, so we waited in patience until the dawn, at which time we might learn more from Mrs Early this morning we listened, with breathless anxiety, for her response in her tranceThe hypnotic stage was even longer in coming than before, and when it came the time remaining until full sunrise was so short that we began to despairVan Helsing seemed to throw his whole soul into the effortAt last, in obedience to his will she made replyI hear lapping water, level with me, and some creaking as of wood on wood She paused, and the red sun shot upWe must wait till tonight And so it is that we are travelling towards Galatz in an agony of expectationWe are due to arrive between two and three in the morningBut already, at Bucharest, we are three hours late, so we cannot possibly get in till well after sunupThus we shall have two more hypnotic messages from MrsHarker! Either or both may possibly throw more light on what is happening-Sunset has come and goneFortunately it came at a time when there was no distractionFor had it occurred whilst we were at a station, we might not have secured the necessary calm and isolationHarker yielded to the hypnotic influence even less readily than this morningI am in fear that her power of reading the Count's sensations may die away, just when we want it mostIt seems to me that her imagination is beginning to workWhilst she has been in the trance hitherto she has confined herself to the simplest of factsIf this goes on it may ultimately mislead usIf I thought that the Count's power over her would die away equally with her power of knowledge it would be a happy thoughtBut I am afraid that it may not be so When she did speak, her words were enigmatical, "Something is going outI can feel it pass me like a cold windI can hear, far off, confused sounds, as of men talking in strange tongues, fierce falling water, and the howling of wolves She stopped and a shudder ran through her, increasing in intensity for a few seconds, till at the end, she shook as though in a palsyShe said no more, even in answer to the Professor's imperative questioningWhen she woke from the trance, she was cold, and exhausted, and languid, but her mind was all alertShe could not remember anything, but asked what she had saidWhen she was told, she pondered over it deeply for a long time and in silence 30 October, 7 A-We are near Galatz now, and I may not have time to write shop later

There are many trees on it, which make it in places gloomy, and there is a deep, dark-looking pond or small lake, evidently fed by some springs, as the water is clear and flows away in a fair-sized streamThe house is very large and of all periods back, I should say, to mediaeval times, for one part is of stone immensely thick, with only a few windows high up and heavily barred with ironIt looks like part of a keep, and is close to an old chapel or churchI could not enter it, as I had not the key of the door leading to it from the house, but I have taken with my Kodak views of it from various pointsThe house had been added to, but in a very straggling way, and I can only guess at the amount of ground it covers, which must be very greatThere are but few houses close at hand, one being a very large house only recently added to and formed into a private lunatic asylumIt is not, however, visible from the grounds When I had finished, he said, "I am glad that it is old and bigI myself am of an old family, and to live in a new house would kill meA house cannot be made habitable in a day, and after all, how few days go to make up a centuryI rejoice also that there is a chapel of old timesWe Transylvanian nobles love not to think that our bones may lie amongst the common deadI seek not gaiety nor mirth, not the bright voluptuousness of much sunshine and sparkling waters which please the young and gayI am no longer young, and my heart, through weary years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirthMoreover, the walls of my castle are brokenThe shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casementsI love the shade and the shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may Somehow his words and his look did not seem to accord, or else it was that his cast of face made his smile look malignant and saturnine Presently, with an excuse, he left me, asking me to pull my papers togetherHe was some little time away, and I began to look at some of the books around meOne was an atlas, which I found opened naturally to England, as if that map had been much usedOn looking at it I found in certain places little rings marked, and on examining these I noticed that one was near London on the east side, manifestly where his new estate was situatedThe other two were Exeter, and Whitby on the Yorkshire coast It was the better part of an hour when the Count returned"Still at your books? Good! But you must not work alwaysCome! I am informed that your supper is ready He took my arm, and we went into the next room, where I found an excellent supper ready on the tableThe Count again excused himself, as he had dined out on his being away from homeBut he sat as on the previous night, and chatted whilst I ateAfter supper I smoked, as on the last evening, and the Count stayed with me, chatting and asking questions on every conceivable subject, hour after hourI felt that it was getting very late indeed, but I did not say anything, for I felt under obligation to meet my host's wishes in every wayI was not sleepy, as the long sleep yesterday had fortified me, but I could not help experiencing that chill which comes over one at the coming of the dawn, which is like, in its way, the turn of the tideThey say that people who are near death die generally at the change to dawn or at the turn of the tideAnyone who has when tired, and tied as it were to his post, experienced this change in the atmosphere can well believe itAll at once we heard the crow of the cock coming up with preternatural shrillness through the clear morning air Count Dracula, jumping to his feet, said, "Why there is the morning again! How remiss I am to let you stay up so longYou must make your conversation regarding my dear new country of England less interesting, so that I may not forget how time flies by us," and with a courtly bow, he quickly left me I went into my room and drew the curtains, but there was little to noticeMy window opened into the courtyard, all I could see was the warm grey of quickening skySo I pulled the curtains again, and have written of this shop day