Dracula eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 484 pages of information about Dracula.

I wanted to secure a friend, and not to make an enemy, so I thanked him, gave the address at Dr. Seward’s and came away.  It was now dark, and I was tired and hungry.  I got a cup of tea at the Aerated Bread Company and came down to Purfleet by the next train.

I found all the others at home.  Mina was looking tired and pale, but she made a gallant effort to be bright and cheerful.  It wrung my heart to think that I had had to keep anything from her and so caused her inquietude.  Thank God, this will be the last night of her looking on at our conferences, and feeling the sting of our not showing our confidence.  It took all my courage to hold to the wise resolution of keeping her out of our grim task.  She seems somehow more reconciled, or else the very subject seems to have become repugnant to her, for when any accidental allusion is made she actually shudders.  I am glad we made our resolution in time, as with such a feeling as this, our growing knowledge would be torture to her.

I could not tell the others of the day’s discovery till we were alone, so after dinner, followed by a little music to save appearances even amongst ourselves, I took Mina to her room and left her to go to bed.  The dear girl was more affectionate with me than ever, and clung to me as though she would detain me, but there was much to be talked of and I came away.  Thank God, the ceasing of telling things has made no difference between us.

When I came down again I found the others all gathered round the fire in the study.  In the train I had written my diary so far, and simply read it off to them as the best means of letting them get abreast of my own information.

When I had finished Van Helsing said, “This has been a great day’s work, friend Jonathan.  Doubtless we are on the track of the missing boxes.  If we find them all in that house, then our work is near the end.  But if there be some missing, we must search until we find them.  Then shall we make our final coup, and hunt the wretch to his real death.”

We all sat silent awhile and all at once Mr. Morris spoke, “Say!  How are we going to get into that house?”

“We got into the other,” answered Lord Godalming quickly.

“But, Art, this is different.  We broke house at Carfax, but we had night and a walled park to protect us.  It will be a mighty different thing to commit burglary in Piccadilly, either by day or night.  I confess I don’t see how we are going to get in unless that agency duck can find us a key of some sort.”

Lord Godalming’s brows contracted, and he stood up and walked about the room.  By-and-by he stopped and said, turning from one to another of us, “Quincey’s head is level.  This burglary business is getting serious.  We got off once all right, but we have now a rare job on hand.  Unless we can find the Count’s key basket.”

As nothing could well be done before morning, and as it would be at least advisable to wait till Lord Godalming should hear from Mitchell’s, we decided not to take any active step before breakfast time.  For a good while we sat and smoked, discussing the matter in its various lights and bearings.  I took the opportunity of bringing this diary right up to the moment.  I am very sleepy and shall go to bed . . .

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