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1I feared she might catch cold sitting there, and asked her to come in and sleep with me, so she came into bed, and lay
2down beside me; she did not take off her dressing gown, for she said she would only stay a while and then go back to her
3own bed. As she lay there in my arms, and I in hers, the flapping and buffeting came to the window again. She was
4startled and a little frightened, and cried out: "What is that?" I tried to pacify her, and at last succeeded, and she
5lay quiet; but I could hear her poor dear heart still beating terribly. After a while there was the low howl again out
6in the shrubbery, and shortly after there was a crash at the window, and a lot of broken glass was hurled on the floor.
7The window blind blew back with the wind that rushed in, and in the aperture of the broken panes there was the head of a
8great, gaunt grey wolf. Mother cried out in a fright, and struggled up into a sitting posture, and clutched wildly at
9anything that would help her. Amongst other things, she clutched the wreath of flowers that Dr. Van Helsing insisted on
10my wearing round my neck, and tore it away from me. For a second or two she sat up, pointing at the wolf, and there was
11a strange and horrible gurgling in her throat; then she fell over--as if struck with lightning, and her head hit my
12forehead and made me dizzy for a moment or two. The room and all round seemed to spin round. I kept my eyes fixed on the
13window, but the wolf drew his head back, and a whole myriad of little specks seemed to come blowing in through the
14broken window, and wheeling and circling round like the pillar of dust that travellers describe when there is a simoon
15in the desert. I tried to stir, but there was some spell upon me, and dear mother's poor body, which seemed to grow cold
16already--for her dear heart had ceased to beat--weighed me down; and I remembered no more for a while. The time did not
17seem long, but very, very awful, till I recovered consciousness again. Somewhere near, a passing bell was tolling; the
18dogs all round the neighbourhood were howling; and in our shrubbery, seemingly just outside, a nightingale was singing.
19I was dazed and stupid with pain and terror and weakness, but the sound of the nightingale seemed like the voice of my
20dead mother come back to comfort me. The sounds seemed to have awakened the maids, too, for I could hear their bare feet
21pattering outside my door. I called to them, and they came in, and when they saw what had happened, and what it was that
22lay over me on the bed, they screamed out. The wind rushed in through the broken window, and the door slammed to. They
23lifted off the body of my dear mother, and laid her, covered up with a sheet, on the bed after I had got up. They were
24all so frightened and nervous that I directed them to go to the dining-room and have each a glass of wine. The door flew
25open for an instant and closed again. The maids shrieked, and then went in a body to the dining-room; and I laid what
26flowers I had on my dear mother's breast. When they were there I remembered what Dr. Van Helsing had told me, but I
27didn't like to remove them, and, besides, I would have some of the servants to sit up with me now. I was surprised that
28the maids did not come back. I called them, but got no answer, so I went to the dining-room to look for them. My heart
29sank when I saw what had happened. They all four lay helpless on the floor, breathing heavily. The decanter of sherry
30was on the table half full, but there was a queer, acrid smell about. I was suspicious, and examined the decanter. It
31smelt of laudanum, and looking on the sideboard, I found that the bottle which mother's doctor uses for her--oh! did
32use--was empty. What am I to do? what am I to do? I am back in the room with mother. I cannot leave her, and I am alone,
33save for the sleeping servants, whom some one has drugged. Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the
34low howl of the wolf through the broken window. The air seems full of specks, floating and circling in the draught from
35the window, and the lights burn blue and dim. What am I to do? God shield me from harm this night! I shall hide this
36paper in my breast, where they shall find it when they come to lay me out. My dear mother gone! It is time that I go
37too. Good-bye, dear Arthur, if I should not survive this night. God keep you, dear, and God help me!
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