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1We had a sort of perfunctory supper together, and I think it cheered us all up somewhat. It was, perhaps, the mere
2animal heat of food to hungry people--for none of us had eaten anything since breakfast--or the sense of companionship
3may have helped us; but anyhow we were all less miserable, and saw the morrow as not altogether without hope. True to
4our promise, we told Mrs. Harker everything which had passed; and although she grew snowy white at times when danger had
5seemed to threaten her husband, and red at others when his devotion to her was manifested, she listened bravely and with
6calmness. When we came to the part where Harker had rushed at the Count so recklessly, she clung to her husband's arm,
7and held it tight as though her clinging could protect him from any harm that might come. She said nothing, however,
8till the narration was all done, and matters had been brought right up to the present time. Then without letting go her
9husband's hand she stood up amongst us and spoke. Oh, that I could give any idea of the scene; of that sweet, sweet,
10good, good woman in all the radiant beauty of her youth and animation, with the red scar on her forehead, of which she
11was conscious, and which we saw with grinding of our teeth--remembering whence and how it came; her loving kindness
12against our grim hate; her tender faith against all our fears and doubting; and we, knowing that so far as symbols went,
13she with all her goodness and purity and faith, was outcast from God. "Jonathan," she said, and the word sounded like
14music on her lips it was so full of love and tenderness, "Jonathan dear, and you all my true, true friends, I want you
15to bear something in mind through all this dreadful time. I know that you must fight--that you must destroy even as you
16destroyed the false Lucy so that the true Lucy might live hereafter; but it is not a work of hate. That poor soul who
17has wrought all this misery is the saddest case of all. Just think what will be his joy when he, too, is destroyed in
18his worser part that his better part may have spiritual immortality. You must be pitiful to him, too, though it may not
19hold your hands from his destruction." As she spoke I could see her husband's face darken and draw together, as though
20the passion in him were shrivelling his being to its core. Instinctively the clasp on his wife's hand grew closer, till
21his knuckles looked white. She did not flinch from the pain which I knew she must have suffered, but looked at him with
22eyes that were more appealing than ever. As she stopped speaking he leaped to his feet, almost tearing his hand from
23hers as he spoke:-- "May God give him into my hand just for long enough to destroy that earthly life of him which we are
24aiming at. If beyond it I could send his soul for ever and ever to burning hell I would do it!" "Oh, hush! oh, hush! in
25the name of the good God. Don't say such things, Jonathan, my husband; or you will crush me with fear and horror. Just
26think, my dear--I have been thinking all this long, long day of it--that ... perhaps ... some day ... I, too, may need
27such pity; and that some other like you--and with equal cause for anger--may deny it to me! Oh, my husband! my husband,
28indeed I would have spared you such a thought had there been another way; but I pray that God may not have treasured
29your wild words, except as the heart-broken wail of a very loving and sorely stricken man. Oh, God, let these poor white
30hairs go in evidence of what he has suffered, who all his life has done no wrong, and on whom so many sorrows have
31come." We men were all in tears now. There was no resisting them, and we wept openly. She wept, too, to see that her
32sweeter counsels had prevailed. Her husband flung himself on his knees beside her, and putting his arms round her, hid
33his face in the folds of her dress. Van Helsing beckoned to us and we stole out of the room, leaving the two loving
34hearts alone with their God. Before they retired the Professor fixed up the room against any coming of the Vampire, and
35assured Mrs. Harker that she might rest in peace. She tried to school herself to the belief, and, manifestly for her
36husband's sake, tried to seem content. It was a brave struggle; and was, I think and believe, not without its reward.
37Van Helsing had placed at hand a bell which either of them was to sound in case of any emergency. When they had retired,
38Quincey, Godalming, and I arranged that we should sit up, dividing the night between us, and watch over the safety of
39the poor stricken lady. The first watch falls to Quincey, so the rest of us shall be off to bed as soon as we can.
40Godalming has already turned in, for his is the second watch. Now that my work is done I, too, shall go to bed. Jonathan
41Harker's Journal. 3-4 October, close to midnight.--I thought yesterday would never end. There was over me a yearning for
42sleep, in some sort of blind belief that to wake would be to find things changed, and that any change must now be for
43the better. Before we parted, we discussed what our next step was to be, but we could arrive at no result. All we knew
44was that one earth-box remained, and that the Count alone knew where it was. If he chooses to lie hidden, he may baffle
45us for years; and in the meantime!--the thought is too horrible, I dare not think of it even now. This I know: that if
46ever there was a woman who was all perfection, that one is my poor wronged darling. I love her a thousand times more for
47her sweet pity of last night, a pity that made my own hate of the monster seem despicable. Surely God will not permit
48the world to be the poorer by the loss of such a creature. This is hope to me. We are all drifting reefwards now, and
49faith is our only anchor. Thank God! Mina is sleeping, and sleeping without dreams. I fear what her dreams might be
50like, with such terrible memories to ground them in. She has not been so calm, within my seeing, since the sunset. Then,
51for a while, there came over her face a repose which was like spring after the blasts of March. I thought at the time
52that it was the softness of the red sunset on her face, but somehow now I think it has a deeper meaning. I am not sleepy
53myself, though I am weary--weary to death. However, I must try to sleep; for there is to-morrow to think of, and there
54is no rest for me until.... Later.--I must have fallen asleep, for I was awaked by Mina, who was sitting up in bed, with
55a startled look on her face. I could see easily, for we did not leave the room in darkness; she had placed a warning
56hand over my mouth, and now she whispered in my ear:-- "Hush! there is someone in the corridor!" I got up softly, and
57crossing the room, gently opened the door. Just outside, stretched on a mattress, lay Mr. Morris, wide awake. He raised
58a warning hand for silence as he whispered to me:-- "Hush! go back to bed; it is all right. One of us will be here all
59night. We don't mean to take any chances!" His look and gesture forbade discussion, so I came back and told Mina. She
60sighed and positively a shadow of a smile stole over her poor, pale face as she put her arms round me and said softly:--
61"Oh, thank God for good brave men!" With a sigh she sank back again to sleep. I write this now as I am not sleepy,
62though I must try again. 4 October, morning.--Once again during the night I was wakened by Mina. This time we had all
63had a good sleep, for the grey of the coming dawn was making the windows into sharp oblongs, and the gas flame was like
64a speck rather than a disc of light. She said to me hurriedly:-- "Go, call the Professor. I want to see him at once."
65"Why?" I asked.
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