Dracula eBook

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1 October.—­It is strange to me to be kept in the dark as I am today, after Jonathan’s full confidence for so many years, to see him manifestly avoid certain matters, and those the most vital of all.  This morning I slept late after the fatigues of yesterday, and though Jonathan was late too, he was the earlier.  He spoke to me before he went out, never more sweetly or tenderly, but he never mentioned a word of what had happened in the visit to the Count’s house.  And yet he must have known how terribly anxious I was.  Poor dear fellow!  I suppose it must have distressed him even more than it did me.  They all agreed that it was best that I should not be drawn further into this awful work, and I acquiesced.  But to think that he keeps anything from me!  And now I am crying like a silly fool, when I know it comes from my husband’s great love and from the good, good wishes of those other strong men.

That has done me good.  Well, some day Jonathan will tell me all.  And lest it should ever be that he should think for a moment that I kept anything from him, I still keep my journal as usual.  Then if he has feared of my trust I shall show it to him, with every thought of my heart put down for his dear eyes to read.  I feel strangely sad and low-spirited today.  I suppose it is the reaction from the terrible excitement.

Last night I went to bed when the men had gone, simply because they told me to.  I didn’t feel sleepy, and I did feel full of devouring anxiety.  I kept thinking over everything that has been ever since Jonathan came to see me in London, and it all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end.  Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored.  If I hadn’t gone to Whitby, perhaps poor dear Lucy would be with us now.  She hadn’t taken to visiting the churchyard till I came, and if she hadn’t come there in the day time with me she wouldn’t have walked in her sleep.  And if she hadn’t gone there at night and asleep, that monster couldn’t have destroyed her as he did.  Oh, why did I ever go to Whitby?  There now, crying again!  I wonder what has come over me today.  I must hide it from Jonathan, for if he knew that I had been crying twice in one morning . . .  I, who never cried on my own account, and whom he has never caused to shed a tear, the dear fellow would fret his heart out.  I shall put a bold face on, and if I do feel weepy, he shall never see it.  I suppose it is just one of the lessons that we poor women have to learn . . .

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