Only resolution and habit can let me
make an entry tonight. I am too miserable, too low spirited, too sick of the world
and all in it, including life itself, that I would not care if I heard this moment
the flapping of the wings of the angel of death. And he has been flapping those
grim wings to some purpose of late, Lucy's mother and Arthur's father, and now
. . . Let me get on with my work.
I duly relieved Van Helsing in his watch
over Lucy. We wanted Arthur to go to rest also, but he refused at first. It was
only when I told him that we should want him to help us during the day, and that
we must not all break down for want of rest, lest Lucy should suffer, that he
agreed to go.
Van Helsing was very kind to him. "Come, my child,"
he said. "Come with me. You are sick and weak, and have had much sorrow and
much mental pain, as well as that tax on your strength that we know of. You must
not be alone, for to be alone is to be full of fears and alarms. Come to the drawing
room, where there is a big fire, and there are two sofas. You shall lie on one,
and I on the other, and our sympathy will be comfort to each other, even though
we do not speak, and even if we sleep."
Arthur went off with him, casting
back a longing look on Lucy's face, which lay in her pillow, almost whiter than
the lawn. She lay quite still, and I looked around the room to see that all was
as it should be. I could see that the Professor had carried out in this room,
as in the other, his purpose of using the garlic. The whole of the window sashes
reeked with it, and round Lucy's neck, over the silk handkerchief which Van Helsing
made her keep on, was a rough chaplet of the same odorous flowers.
was breathing somewhat stertorously, and her face was at its worst, for the open
mouth showed the pale gums. Her teeth, in the dim, uncertain light, seemed longer
and sharper than they had been in the morning. In particular, by some trick of
the light, the canine teeth looked longer and sharper than the rest.
down beside her, and presently she moved uneasily. At the same moment there came
a sort of dull flapping or buffeting at the window. I went over to it softly,
and peeped out by the corner of the blind. There was a full moonlight, and I could
see that the noise was made by a great bat, which wheeled around, doubtless attracted
by the light, although so dim, and every now and again struck the window with
its wings. When I came back to my seat, I found that Lucy had moved slightly,
and had torn away the garlic flowers from her throat. I replaced them as well
as I could, and sat watching her.
Presently she woke, and I gave her food,
as Van Helsing had prescribed. She took but a little, and that languidly. There
did not seem to be with her now the unconscious struggle for life and strength
that had hitherto so marked her illness. It struck me as curious that the moment
she became conscious she pressed the garlic flowers close to her. It was certainly
odd that whenever she got into that lethargic state, with the stertorous breathing,
she put the flowers from her, but that when she waked she clutched them close.
There was no possibility of making any mistake about this, for in the long hours
that followed, she had many spells of sleeping and waking and repeated both actions
At six o'clock Van Helsing came to relieve me. Arthur had then
fallen into a doze, and he mercifully let him sleep on. When he saw Lucy's face
I could hear the hissing indraw of breath, and he said to me in a sharp whisper.
"Draw up the blind. I want light!" Then he bent down, and, with his
face almost touching Lucy's, examined her carefully. He removed the flowers and
lifted the silk handkerchief from her throat. As he did so he started back and
I could hear his ejaculation, "Mein Gott!" as it was smothered in his
throat. I bent over and looked, too, and as I noticed some queer chill came over
me. The wounds on the throat had absolutely disappeared.
For fully five
minutes Van Helsing stood looking at her, with his face at its sternest. Then
he turned to me and said calmly, "She is dying. It will not be long now.
It will be much difference, mark me, whether she dies conscious or in her sleep.
Wake that poor boy, and let him come and see the last. He trusts us, and we have
I went to the dining room and waked him. He was dazed
for a moment, but when he saw the sunlight streaming in through the edges of the
shutters he thought he was late, and expressed his fear. I assured him that Lucy
was still asleep, but told him as gently as I could that both Van Helsing and
I feared that the end was near. He covered his face with his hands, and slid down
on his knees by the sofa, where he remained, perhaps a minute, with his head buried,
praying, whilst his shoulders shook with grief. I took him by the hand and raised
him up. "Come," I said, "my dear old fellow, summon all your fortitude.
It will be best and easiest for her."
When we came into Lucy's room
I could see that Van Helsing had, with his usual forethought, been putting matters
straight and making everything look as pleasing as possible. He had even brushed
Lucy's hair, so that it lay on the pillow in its usual sunny ripples. When we
came into the room she opened her eyes, and seeing him, whispered softly, "Arthur!
Oh, my love, I am so glad you have come!"
He was stooping to kiss her,
when Van Helsing motioned him back. "No," he whispered, "not yet!
Hold her hand, it will comfort her more."
So Arthur took her hand and
knelt beside her, and she looked her best, with all the soft lines matching the
angelic beauty of her eyes. Then gradually her eyes closed, and she sank to sleep.
For a little bit her breast heaved softly, and her breath came and went like a
And then insensibly there came the strange change which I
had noticed in the night. Her breathing grew stertorous, the mouth opened, and
the pale gums, drawn back, made the teeth look longer and sharper than ever. In
a sort of sleep-waking, vague, unconscious way she opened her eyes, which were
now dull and hard at once, and said in a soft, voluptuous voice, such as I had
never heard from her lips, "Arthur! Oh, my love, I am so glad you have come!
Arthur bent eagerly over to kiss her, but at that instant
Van Helsing, who, like me, had been startled by her voice, swooped upon him, and
catching him by the neck with both hands, dragged him back with a fury of strength
which I never thought he could have possessed, and actually hurled him almost
across the room.
"Not on your life!" he said, "not for your
living soul and hers!" And he stood between them like a lion at bay.
was so taken aback that he did not for a moment know what to do or say, and before
any impulse of violence could seize him he realized the place and the occasion,
and stood silent, waiting.
I kept my eyes fixed on Lucy, as did Van Helsing,
and we saw a spasm as of rage flit like a shadow over her face. The sharp teeth
clamped together. Then her eyes closed, and she breathed heavily.
after she opened her eyes in all their softness, and putting out her poor, pale,
thin hand, took Van Helsing's great brown one, drawing it close to her, she kissed
it. "My true friend," she said, in a faint voice, but with untellable
pathos, "My true friend, and his! Oh, guard him, and give me peace!"
swear it!" he said solemnly, kneeling beside her and holding up his hand,
as one who registers an oath. Then he turned to Arthur, and said to him, "Come,
my child, take her hand in yours, and kiss her on the forehead, and only once."
eyes met instead of their lips, and so they parted. Lucy's eyes closed, and Van
Helsing, who had been watching closely, took Arthur's arm, and drew him away.
then Lucy's breathing became stertorous again, and all at once it ceased.
is all over," said Van Helsing. "She is dead!"
I took Arthur
by the arm, and led him away to the drawing room, where he sat down, and covered
his face with his hands, sobbing in a way that nearly broke me down to see.
went back to the room, and found Van Helsing looking at poor Lucy, and his face
was sterner than ever. Some change had come over her body. Death had given back
part of her beauty, for her brow and cheeks had recovered some of their flowing
lines. Even the lips had lost their deadly pallor. It was as if the blood, no
longer needed for the working of the heart, had gone to make the harshness of
death as little rude as might be.
"We thought her dying whilst she
slept, and sleeping when she died."
I stood beside Van Helsing, and
said, "Ah well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!"
turned to me, and said with grave solemnity, "Not so, alas! Not so. It is
only the beginning!"
When I asked him what he meant, he only shook
his head and answered, "We can do nothing as yet. Wait and see."