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1Lucy Westenra's Diary. 12 September.--How good they all are to me. I quite love that dear Dr. Van Helsing. I wonder why
2he was so anxious about these flowers. He positively frightened me, he was so fierce. And yet he must have been right,
3for I feel comfort from them already. Somehow, I do not dread being alone to-night, and I can go to sleep without fear.
4I shall not mind any flapping outside the window. Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of
5late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, with such unknown horrors as it has for me! How
6blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and
7brings nothing but sweet dreams. Well, here I am to-night, hoping for sleep, and lying like Ophelia in the play, with
8"virgin crants and maiden strewments." I never liked garlic before, but to-night it is delightful! There is peace in its
9smell; I feel sleep coming already. Good-night, everybody. Dr. Seward's Diary. 13 September.--Called at the Berkeley and
10found Van Helsing, as usual, up to time. The carriage ordered from the hotel was waiting. The Professor took his bag,
11which he always brings with him now. Let all be put down exactly. Van Helsing and I arrived at Hillingham at eight
12o'clock. It was a lovely morning; the bright sunshine and all the fresh feeling of early autumn seemed like the
13completion of nature's annual work. The leaves were turning to all kinds of beautiful colours, but had not yet begun to
14drop from the trees. When we entered we met Mrs. Westenra coming out of the morning room. She is always an early riser.
15She greeted us warmly and said:-- "You will be glad to know that Lucy is better. The dear child is still asleep. I
16looked into her room and saw her, but did not go in, lest I should disturb her." The Professor smiled, and looked quite
17jubilant. He rubbed his hands together, and said:-- "Aha! I thought I had diagnosed the case. My treatment is working,"
18to which she answered:-- "You must not take all the credit to yourself, doctor. Lucy's state this morning is due in part
19to me." "How you do mean, ma'am?" asked the Professor. "Well, I was anxious about the dear child in the night, and went
20into her room. She was sleeping soundly--so soundly that even my coming did not wake her. But the room was awfully
21stuffy. There were a lot of those horrible, strong-smelling flowers about everywhere, and she had actually a bunch of
22them round her neck. I feared that the heavy odour would be too much for the dear child in her weak state, so I took
23them all away and opened a bit of the window to let in a little fresh air. You will be pleased with her, I am sure." She
24moved off into her boudoir, where she usually breakfasted early. As she had spoken, I watched the Professor's face, and
25saw it turn ashen grey. He had been able to retain his self-command whilst the poor lady was present, for he knew her
26state and how mischievous a shock would be; he actually smiled on her as he held open the door for her to pass into her
27room. But the instant she had disappeared he pulled me, suddenly and forcibly, into the dining-room and closed the door.
28Then, for the first time in my life, I saw Van Helsing break down. He raised his hands over his head in a sort of mute
29despair, and then beat his palms together in a helpless way; finally he sat down on a chair, and putting his hands
30before his face, began to sob, with loud, dry sobs that seemed to come from the very racking of his heart. Then he
31raised his arms again, as though appealing to the whole universe. "God! God! God!" he said. "What have we done, what has
32this poor thing done, that we are so sore beset? Is there fate amongst us still, sent down from the pagan world of old,
33that such things must be, and in such way? This poor mother, all unknowing, and all for the best as she think, does such
34thing as lose her daughter body and soul; and we must not tell her, we must not even warn her, or she die, and then both
35die. Oh, how we are beset! How are all the powers of the devils against us!" Suddenly he jumped to his feet. "Come," he
36said, "come, we must see and act. Devils or no devils, or all the devils at once, it matters not; we fight him all the
37same." He went to the hall-door for his bag; and together we went up to Lucy's room. Once again I drew up the blind,
38whilst Van Helsing went towards the bed. This time he did not start as he looked on the poor face with the same awful,
39waxen pallor as before. He wore a look of stern sadness and infinite pity. "As I expected," he murmured, with that
40hissing inspiration of his which meant so much. Without a word he went and locked the door, and then began to set out on
41the little table the instruments for yet another operation of transfusion of blood. I had long ago recognised the
42necessity, and begun to take off my coat, but he stopped me with a warning hand. "No!" he said. "To-day you must
43operate. I shall provide. You are weakened already." As he spoke he took off his coat and rolled up his shirt-sleeve.
44Again the operation; again the narcotic; again some return of colour to the ashy cheeks, and the regular breathing of
45healthy sleep. This time I watched whilst Van Helsing recruited himself and rested. Presently he took an opportunity of
46telling Mrs. Westenra that she must not remove anything from Lucy's room without consulting him; that the flowers were
47of medicinal value, and that the breathing of their odour was a part of the system of cure. Then he took over the care
48of the case himself, saying that he would watch this night and the next and would send me word when to come. After
49another hour Lucy waked from her sleep, fresh and bright and seemingly not much the worse for her terrible ordeal. What
50does it all mean? I am beginning to wonder if my long habit of life amongst the insane is beginning to tell upon my own
51brain. Lucy Westenra's Diary. 17 September.--Four days and nights of peace. I am getting so strong again that I hardly
52know myself. It is as if I had passed through some long nightmare, and had just awakened to see the beautiful sunshine
53and feel the fresh air of the morning around me. I have a dim half-remembrance of long, anxious times of waiting and
54fearing; darkness in which there was not even the pain of hope to make present distress more poignant: and then long
55spells of oblivion, and the rising back to life as a diver coming up through a great press of water. Since, however, Dr.
56Van Helsing has been with me, all this bad dreaming seems to have passed away; the noises that used to frighten me out
57of my wits--the flapping against the windows, the distant voices which seemed so close to me, the harsh sounds that came
58from I know not where and commanded me to do I know not what--have all ceased. I go to bed now without any fear of
59sleep. I do not even try to keep awake. I have grown quite fond of the garlic, and a boxful arrives for me every day
60from Haarlem. To-night Dr. Van Helsing is going away, as he has to be for a day in Amsterdam. But I need not be watched;
61I am well enough to be left alone. Thank God for mother's sake, and dear Arthur's, and for all our friends who have been
62so kind! I shall not even feel the change, for last night Dr. Van Helsing slept in his chair a lot of the time. I found
63him asleep twice when I awoke; but I did not fear to go to sleep again, although the boughs or bats or something napped
64almost angrily against the window-panes. "The Pall Mall Gazette," 18 September. THE ESCAPED WOLF. PERILOUS ADVENTURE OF
65OUR INTERVIEWER. Interview with the Keeper in the Zoölogical Gardens.
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