DR SEWARD’S DIARY
11 October, Evening.—Jonathan Harker has
asked me to note this, as he says he is hardly equal
to the task, and he wants an exact record kept.
I think that none of us were surprised when we were
asked to see Mrs. Harker a little before the time
of sunset. We have of late come to understand
that sunrise and sunset are to her times of peculiar
freedom. When her old self can be manifest without
any controlling force subduing or restraining her,
or inciting her to action. This mood or condition
begins some half hour or more before actual sunrise
or sunset, and lasts till either the sun is high, or
whilst the clouds are still aglow with the rays streaming
above the horizon. At first there is a sort
of negative condition, as if some tie were loosened,
and then the absolute freedom quickly follows.
When, however, the freedom ceases the change back
or relapse comes quickly, preceded only by a spell
of warning silence.
Tonight, when we met, she was somewhat constrained,
and bore all the signs of an internal struggle.
I put it down myself to her making a violent effort
at the earliest instant she could do so.
A very few minutes, however, gave her complete control
of herself. Then, motioning her husband to sit
beside her on the sofa where she was half reclining,
she made the rest of us bring chairs up close.
Taking her husband’s hand in hers, she began,
“We are all here together in freedom, for perhaps
the last time! I know that you will always be
with me to the end.” This was to her husband
whose hand had, as we could see, tightened upon her.
“In the morning we go out upon our task, and
God alone knows what may be in store for any of us.
You are going to be so good to me to take me with
you. I know that all that brave earnest men
can do for a poor weak woman, whose soul perhaps is
lost, no, no, not yet, but is at any rate at stake,
you will do. But you must remember that I am
not as you are. There is a poison in my blood,
in my soul, which may destroy me, which must destroy
me, unless some relief comes to us. Oh, my friends,
you know as well as I do, that my soul is at stake.
And though I know there is one way out for me, you
must not and I must not take it!” She looked
appealingly to us all in turn, beginning and ending
with her husband.
“What is that way?” asked Van Helsing
in a hoarse voice. “What is that way,
which we must not, may not, take?”
“That I may die now, either by my own hand or
that of another, before the greater evil is entirely
wrought. I know, and you know, that were I once
dead you could and would set free my immortal spirit,
even as you did my poor Lucy’s. Were death,
or the fear of death, the only thing that stood in
the way I would not shrink to die here now, amidst
the friends who love me. But death is not all.
I cannot believe that to die in such a case, when
there is hope before us and a bitter task to be done,
is God’s will. Therefore, I on my part,
give up here the certainty of eternal rest, and go
out into the dark where may be the blackest things
that the world or the nether world holds!”
