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1It was the better part of an hour when the Count returned. "Aha!" he said; "still at your books? Good! But you must not
2work always. Come; I am informed that your supper is ready." He took my arm, and we went into the next room, where I
3found an excellent supper ready on the table. The Count again excused himself, as he had dined out on his being away
4from home. But he sat as on the previous night, and chatted whilst I ate. After supper I smoked, as on the last evening,
5and the Count stayed with me, chatting and asking questions on every conceivable subject, hour after hour. I felt that
6it was getting very late indeed, but I did not say anything, for I felt under obligation to meet my host's wishes in
7every way. I was not sleepy, as the long sleep yesterday had fortified me; but I could not help experiencing that chill
8which comes over one at the coming of the dawn, which is like, in its way, the turn of the tide. They say that people
9who are near death die generally at the change to the dawn or at the turn of the tide; any one who has when tired, and
10tied as it were to his post, experienced this change in the atmosphere can well believe it. All at once we heard the
11crow of a cock coming up with preternatural shrillness through the clear morning air; Count Dracula, jumping to his
12feet, said:-- "Why, there is the morning again! How remiss I am to let you stay up so long. You must make your
13conversation regarding my dear new country of England less interesting, so that I may not forget how time flies by us,"
14and, with a courtly bow, he quickly left me. I went into my own room and drew the curtains, but there was little to
15notice; my window opened into the courtyard, all I could see was the warm grey of quickening sky. So I pulled the
16curtains again, and have written of this day. 8 May.--I began to fear as I wrote in this book that I was getting too
17diffuse; but now I am glad that I went into detail from the first, for there is something so strange about this place
18and all in it that I cannot but feel uneasy. I wish I were safe out of it, or that I had never come. It may be that this
19strange night-existence is telling on me; but would that that were all! If there were any one to talk to I could bear
20it, but there is no one. I have only the Count to speak with, and he!--I fear I am myself the only living soul within
21the place. Let me be prosaic so far as facts can be; it will help me to bear up, and imagination must not run riot with
22me. If it does I am lost. Let me say at once how I stand--or seem to. I only slept a few hours when I went to bed, and
23feeling that I could not sleep any more, got up. I had hung my shaving glass by the window, and was just beginning to
24shave. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard the Count's voice saying to me, "Good-morning." I started, for
25it amazed me that I had not seen him, since the reflection of the glass covered the whole room behind me. In starting I
26had cut myself slightly, but did not notice it at the moment. Having answered the Count's salutation, I turned to the
27glass again to see how I had been mistaken. This time there could be no error, for the man was close to me, and I could
28see him over my shoulder. But there was no reflection of him in the mirror! The whole room behind me was displayed; but
29there was no sign of a man in it, except myself. This was startling, and, coming on the top of so many strange things,
30was beginning to increase that vague feeling of uneasiness which I always have when the Count is near; but at the
31instant I saw that the cut had bled a little, and the blood was trickling over my chin. I laid down the razor, turning
32as I did so half round to look for some sticking plaster. When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of
33demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat. I drew away, and his hand touched the string of beads which
34held the crucifix. It made an instant change in him, for the fury passed so quickly that I could hardly believe that it
35was ever there. "Take care," he said, "take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think in this
36country." Then seizing the shaving glass, he went on: "And this is the wretched thing that has done the mischief. It is
37a foul bauble of man's vanity. Away with it!" and opening the heavy window with one wrench of his terrible hand, he
38flung out the glass, which was shattered into a thousand pieces on the stones of the courtyard far below. Then he
39withdrew without a word. It is very annoying, for I do not see how I am to shave, unless in my watch-case or the bottom
40of the shaving-pot, which is fortunately of metal. When I went into the dining-room, breakfast was prepared; but I could
41not find the Count anywhere. So I breakfasted alone. It is strange that as yet I have not seen the Count eat or drink.
42He must be a very peculiar man! After breakfast I did a little exploring in the castle. I went out on the stairs, and
43found a room looking towards the South. The view was magnificent, and from where I stood there was every opportunity of
44seeing it. The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand
45feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift
46where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests. But
47I am not in heart to describe beauty, for when I had seen the view I explored further; doors, doors, doors everywhere,
48and all locked and bolted. In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. The castle
49is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!
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