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1The Professor answered very sweetly:-- "I only used that name because I was in doubt. I must not call you 'Mr.,' and I
2have grown to love you--yes, my dear boy, to love you--as Arthur." Arthur held out his hand, and took the old man's
3warmly. "Call me what you will," he said. "I hope I may always have the title of a friend. And let me say that I am at a
4loss for words to thank you for your goodness to my poor dear." He paused a moment, and went on: "I know that she
5understood your goodness even better than I do; and if I was rude or in any way wanting at that time you acted so--you
6remember"--the Professor nodded--"you must forgive me." He answered with a grave kindness:-- "I know it was hard for you
7to quite trust me then, for to trust such violence needs to understand; and I take it that you do not--that you
8cannot--trust me now, for you do not yet understand. And there may be more times when I shall want you to trust when you
9cannot--and may not--and must not yet understand. But the time will come when your trust shall be whole and complete in
10me, and when you shall understand as though the sunlight himself shone through. Then you shall bless me from first to
11last for your own sake, and for the sake of others and for her dear sake to whom I swore to protect." "And, indeed,
12indeed, sir," said Arthur warmly, "I shall in all ways trust you. I know and believe you have a very noble heart, and
13you are Jack's friend, and you were hers. You shall do what you like." The Professor cleared his throat a couple of
14times, as though about to speak, and finally said:-- "May I ask you something now?" "Certainly." "You know that Mrs.
15Westenra left you all her property?" "No, poor dear; I never thought of it." "And as it is all yours, you have a right
16to deal with it as you will. I want you to give me permission to read all Miss Lucy's papers and letters. Believe me, it
17is no idle curiosity. I have a motive of which, be sure, she would have approved. I have them all here. I took them
18before we knew that all was yours, so that no strange hand might touch them--no strange eye look through words into her
19soul. I shall keep them, if I may; even you may not see them yet, but I shall keep them safe. No word shall be lost; and
20in the good time I shall give them back to you. It's a hard thing I ask, but you will do it, will you not, for Lucy's
21sake?" Arthur spoke out heartily, like his old self:-- "Dr. Van Helsing, you may do what you will. I feel that in saying
22this I am doing what my dear one would have approved. I shall not trouble you with questions till the time comes." The
23old Professor stood up as he said solemnly:-- "And you are right. There will be pain for us all; but it will not be all
24pain, nor will this pain be the last. We and you too--you most of all, my dear boy--will have to pass through the bitter
25water before we reach the sweet. But we must be brave of heart and unselfish, and do our duty, and all will be well!" I
26slept on a sofa in Arthur's room that night. Van Helsing did not go to bed at all. He went to and fro, as if patrolling
27the house, and was never out of sight of the room where Lucy lay in her coffin, strewn with the wild garlic flowers,
28which sent, through the odour of lily and rose, a heavy, overpowering smell into the night. Mina Harker's Journal. 22
29September.--In the train to Exeter. Jonathan sleeping. It seems only yesterday that the last entry was made, and yet how
30much between then, in Whitby and all the world before me, Jonathan away and no news of him; and now, married to
31Jonathan, Jonathan a solicitor, a partner, rich, master of his business, Mr. Hawkins dead and buried, and Jonathan with
32another attack that may harm him. Some day he may ask me about it. Down it all goes. I am rusty in my shorthand--see
33what unexpected prosperity does for us--so it may be as well to freshen it up again with an exercise anyhow.... The
34service was very simple and very solemn. There were only ourselves and the servants there, one or two old friends of his
35from Exeter, his London agent, and a gentleman representing Sir John Paxton, the President of the Incorporated Law
36Society. Jonathan and I stood hand in hand, and we felt that our best and dearest friend was gone from us.... We came
37back to town quietly, taking a 'bus to Hyde Park Corner. Jonathan thought it would interest me to go into the Row for a
38while, so we sat down; but there were very few people there, and it was sad-looking and desolate to see so many empty
39chairs. It made us think of the empty chair at home; so we got up and walked down Piccadilly. Jonathan was holding me by
40the arm, the way he used to in old days before I went to school. I felt it very improper, for you can't go on for some
41years teaching etiquette and decorum to other girls without the pedantry of it biting into yourself a bit; but it was
42Jonathan, and he was my husband, and we didn't know anybody who saw us--and we didn't care if they did--so on we walked.
43I was looking at a very beautiful girl, in a big cart-wheel hat, sitting in a victoria outside Guiliano's, when I felt
44Jonathan clutch my arm so tight that he hurt me, and he said under his breath: "My God!" I am always anxious about
45Jonathan, for I fear that some nervous fit may upset him again; so I turned to him quickly, and asked him what it was
46that disturbed him. He was very pale, and his eyes seemed bulging out as, half in terror and half in amazement, he gazed
47at a tall, thin man, with a beaky nose and black moustache and pointed beard, who was also observing the pretty girl. He
48was looking at her so hard that he did not see either of us, and so I had a good view of him. His face was not a good
49face; it was hard, and cruel, and sensual, and his big white teeth, that looked all the whiter because his lips were so
50red, were pointed like an animal's. Jonathan kept staring at him, till I was afraid he would notice. I feared he might
51take it ill, he looked so fierce and nasty. I asked Jonathan why he was disturbed, and he answered, evidently thinking
52that I knew as much about it as he did: "Do you see who it is?" "No, dear," I said; "I don't know him; who is it?" His
53answer seemed to shock and thrill me, for it was said as if he did not know that it was to me, Mina, to whom he was
54speaking:-- "It is the man himself!" The poor dear was evidently terrified at something--very greatly terrified; I do
55believe that if he had not had me to lean on and to support him he would have sunk down. He kept staring; a man came out
56of the shop with a small parcel, and gave it to the lady, who then drove off. The dark man kept his eyes fixed on her,
57and when the carriage moved up Piccadilly he followed in the same direction, and hailed a hansom. Jonathan kept looking
58after him, and said, as if to himself:-- "I believe it is the Count, but he has grown young. My God, if this be so! Oh,
59my God! my God! If I only knew! if I only knew!" He was distressing himself so much that I feared to keep his mind on
60the subject by asking him any questions, so I remained silent. I drew him away quietly, and he, holding my arm, came
61easily. We walked a little further, and then went in and sat for a while in the Green Park. It was a hot day for autumn,
62and there was a comfortable seat in a shady place. After a few minutes' staring at nothing, Jonathan's eyes closed, and
63he went quietly into a sleep, with his head on my shoulder. I thought it was the best thing for him, so did not disturb
64him. In about twenty minutes he woke up, and said to me quite cheerfully:--
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