Dracula eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 582 pages of information about Dracula.

“We four?” said Harker interrogatively, looking from one to another of us.

“Of course!” answered the Professor quickly.  “You must remain to take care of your so sweet wife!”

Harker was silent for awhile and then said in a hollow voice, “Let us talk of that part of it in the morning.  I want to consult with Mina.”

I thought that now was the time for Van Helsing to warn him not to disclose our plan to her, but he took no notice.  I looked at him significantly and coughed.  For answer he put his finger to his lips and turned away.


5 October, afternoon.—­For some time after our meeting this morning I could not think.  The new phases of things leave my mind in a state of wonder which allows no room for active thought.  Mina’s determination not to take any part in the discussion set me thinking.  And as I could not argue the matter with her, I could only guess.  I am as far as ever from a solution now.  The way the others received it, too puzzled me.  The last time we talked of the subject we agreed that there was to be no more concealment of anything amongst us.  Mina is sleeping now, calmly and sweetly like a little child.  Her lips are curved and her face beams with happiness.  Thank God, there are such moments still for her.

Later.—­How strange it all is.  I sat watching Mina’s happy sleep, and I came as near to being happy myself as I suppose I shall ever be.  As the evening drew on, and the earth took its shadows from the sun sinking lower, the silence of the room grew more and more solemn to me.

All at once Mina opened her eyes, and looking at me tenderly said, “Jonathan, I want you to promise me something on your word of honour.  A promise made to me, but made holily in God’s hearing, and not to be broken though I should go down on my knees and implore you with bitter tears.  Quick, you must make it to me at once.”

“Mina,” I said, “a promise like that, I cannot make at once.  I may have no right to make it.”

“But, dear one,” she said, with such spiritual intensity that her eyes were like pole stars, “it is I who wish it.  And it is not for myself.  You can ask Dr. Van Helsing if I am not right.  If he disagrees you may do as you will.  Nay, more if you all agree, later you are absolved from the promise.”

“I promise!” I said, and for a moment she looked supremely happy.  Though to me all happiness for her was denied by the red scar on her forehead.

She said, “Promise me that you will not tell me anything of the plans formed for the campaign against the Count.  Not by word, or inference, or implication, not at any time whilst this remains to me!” And she solemnly pointed to the scar.  I saw that she was in earnest, and said solemnly, “I promise!” and as I said it I felt that from that instant a door had been shut between us.

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