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1When Lucy--I call the thing that was before us Lucy because it bore her shape--saw us she drew back with an angry snarl,
2such as a cat gives when taken unawares; then her eyes ranged over us. Lucy's eyes in form and colour; but Lucy's eyes
3unclean and full of hell-fire, instead of the pure, gentle orbs we knew. At that moment the remnant of my love passed
4into hate and loathing; had she then to be killed, I could have done it with savage delight. As she looked, her eyes
5blazed with unholy light, and the face became wreathed with a voluptuous smile. Oh, God, how it made me shudder to see
6it! With a careless motion, she flung to the ground, callous as a devil, the child that up to now she had clutched
7strenuously to her breast, growling over it as a dog growls over a bone. The child gave a sharp cry, and lay there
8moaning. There was a cold-bloodedness in the act which wrung a groan from Arthur; when she advanced to him with
9outstretched arms and a wanton smile he fell back and hid his face in his hands. She still advanced, however, and with a
10languorous, voluptuous grace, said:-- "Come to me, Arthur. Leave these others and come to me. My arms are hungry for
11you. Come, and we can rest together. Come, my husband, come!" There was something diabolically sweet in her
12tones--something of the tingling of glass when struck--which rang through the brains even of us who heard the words
13addressed to another. As for Arthur, he seemed under a spell; moving his hands from his face, he opened wide his arms.
14She was leaping for them, when Van Helsing sprang forward and held between them his little golden crucifix. She recoiled
15from it, and, with a suddenly distorted face, full of rage, dashed past him as if to enter the tomb. When within a foot
16or two of the door, however, she stopped, as if arrested by some irresistible force. Then she turned, and her face was
17shown in the clear burst of moonlight and by the lamp, which had now no quiver from Van Helsing's iron nerves. Never did
18I see such baffled malice on a face; and never, I trust, shall such ever be seen again by mortal eyes. The beautiful
19colour became livid, the eyes seemed to throw out sparks of hell-fire, the brows were wrinkled as though the folds of
20the flesh were the coils of Medusa's snakes, and the lovely, blood-stained mouth grew to an open square, as in the
21passion masks of the Greeks and Japanese. If ever a face meant death--if looks could kill--we saw it at that moment. And
22so for full half a minute, which seemed an eternity, she remained between the lifted crucifix and the sacred closing of
23her means of entry. Van Helsing broke the silence by asking Arthur:-- "Answer me, oh my friend! Am I to proceed in my
24work?" Arthur threw himself on his knees, and hid his face in his hands, as he answered:-- "Do as you will, friend; do
25as you will. There can be no horror like this ever any more;" and he groaned in spirit. Quincey and I simultaneously
26moved towards him, and took his arms. We could hear the click of the closing lantern as Van Helsing held it down; coming
27close to the tomb, he began to remove from the chinks some of the sacred emblem which he had placed there. We all looked
28on in horrified amazement as we saw, when he stood back, the woman, with a corporeal body as real at that moment as our
29own, pass in through the interstice where scarce a knife-blade could have gone. We all felt a glad sense of relief when
30we saw the Professor calmly restoring the strings of putty to the edges of the door. When this was done, he lifted the
31child and said: "Come now, my friends; we can do no more till to-morrow. There is a funeral at noon, so here we shall
32all come before long after that. The friends of the dead will all be gone by two, and when the sexton lock the gate we
33shall remain. Then there is more to do; but not like this of to-night. As for this little one, he is not much harm, and
34by to-morrow night he shall be well. We shall leave him where the police will find him, as on the other night; and then
35to home." Coming close to Arthur, he said:-- "My friend Arthur, you have had a sore trial; but after, when you look
36back, you will see how it was necessary. You are now in the bitter waters, my child. By this time to-morrow you will,
37please God, have passed them, and have drunk of the sweet waters; so do not mourn overmuch. Till then I shall not ask
38you to forgive me." Arthur and Quincey came home with me, and we tried to cheer each other on the way. We had left the
39child in safety, and were tired; so we all slept with more or less reality of sleep. 29 September, night.--A little
40before twelve o'clock we three--Arthur, Quincey Morris, and myself--called for the Professor. It was odd to notice that
41by common consent we had all put on black clothes. Of course, Arthur wore black, for he was in deep mourning, but the
42rest of us wore it by instinct. We got to the churchyard by half-past one, and strolled about, keeping out of official
43observation, so that when the gravediggers had completed their task and the sexton under the belief that every one had
44gone, had locked the gate, we had the place all to ourselves. Van Helsing, instead of his little black bag, had with him
45a long leather one, something like a cricketing bag; it was manifestly of fair weight. When we were alone and had heard
46the last of the footsteps die out up the road, we silently, and as if by ordered intention, followed the Professor to
47the tomb. He unlocked the door, and we entered, closing it behind us. Then he took from his bag the lantern, which he
48lit, and also two wax candles, which, when lighted, he stuck, by melting their own ends, on other coffins, so that they
49might give light sufficient to work by. When he again lifted the lid off Lucy's coffin we all looked--Arthur trembling
50like an aspen--and saw that the body lay there in all its death-beauty. But there was no love in my own heart, nothing
51but loathing for the foul Thing which had taken Lucy's shape without her soul. I could see even Arthur's face grow hard
52as he looked. Presently he said to Van Helsing:-- "Is this really Lucy's body, or only a demon in her shape?" "It is her
53body, and yet not it. But wait a while, and you all see her as she was, and is." She seemed like a nightmare of Lucy as
54she lay there; the pointed teeth, the bloodstained, voluptuous mouth--which it made one shudder to see--the whole carnal
55and unspiritual appearance, seeming like a devilish mockery of Lucy's sweet purity. Van Helsing, with his usual
56methodicalness, began taking the various contents from his bag and placing them ready for use. First he took out a
57soldering iron and some plumbing solder, and then a small oil-lamp, which gave out, when lit in a corner of the tomb,
58gas which burned at fierce heat with a blue flame; then his operating knives, which he placed to hand; and last a round
59wooden stake, some two and a half or three inches thick and about three feet long. One end of it was hardened by
60charring in the fire, and was sharpened to a fine point. With this stake came a heavy hammer, such as in households is
61used in the coal-cellar for breaking the lumps. To me, a doctor's preparations for work of any kind are stimulating and
62bracing, but the effect of these things on both Arthur and Quincey was to cause them a sort of consternation. They both,
63however, kept their courage, and remained silent and quiet. When all was ready, Van Helsing said:--
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