“He is sure with his so great knowledge that she will come at his call.  But he cut her off, take her, as he can do, out of his own power, that so she come not to him.  Ah!  There I have hope that our man brains that have been of man so long and that have not lost the grace of God, will come higher than his child-brain that lie in his tomb for centuries, that grow not yet to our stature, and that do only work selfish and therefore small.  Here comes Madam Mina.  Not a word to her of her trance!  She knows it not, and it would overwhelm her and make despair just when we want all her hope, all her courage, when most we want all her great brain which is trained like man’s brain, but is of sweet woman and have a special power which the Count give her, and which he may not take away altogether, though he think not so.  Hush!  Let me speak, and you shall learn.  Oh, John, my friend, we are in awful straits.  I fear, as I never feared before.  We can only trust the good God.  Silence!  Here she comes!”

I thought that the Professor was going to break down and have hysterics, just as he had when Lucy died, but with a great effort he controlled himself and was at perfect nervous poise when Mrs. Harker tripped into the room, bright and happy looking and, in the doing of work, seemingly forgetful of her misery.  As she came in, she handed a number of sheets of typewriting to Van Helsing.  He looked over them gravely, his face brightening up as he read.

Then holding the pages between his finger and thumb he said, “Friend John, to you with so much experience already, and you too, dear Madam Mina, that are young, here is a lesson.  Do not fear ever to think.  A half thought has been buzzing often in my brain, but I fear to let him loose his wings.  Here now, with more knowledge, I go back to where that half thought come from and I find that he be no half thought at all.  That be a whole thought, though so young that he is not yet strong to use his little wings.  Nay, like the ‘Ugly Duck’ of my friend Hans Andersen, he be no duck thought at all, but a big swan thought that sail nobly on big wings, when the time come for him to try them.  See I read here what Jonathan have written.

“That other of his race who, in a later age, again and again, brought his forces over The Great River into Turkey Land, who when he was beaten back, came again, and again, and again, though he had to come alone from the bloody field where his troops were being slaughtered, since he knew that he alone could ultimately triumph.

“What does this tell us?  Not much?  No!  The Count’s child thought see nothing, therefore he speak so free.  Your man thought see nothing.  My man thought see nothing, till just now.  No!  But there comes another word from some one who speak without thought because she, too, know not what it mean, what it might mean.  Just as there are elements which rest, yet when in nature’s course they move on their way and they