Jonathan Harker's Journal
When I read to Mina, Van Helsing's
message in the phonograph, the poor girl brightened up considerably. Already the
certainty that the Count is out of the country has given her comfort. And comfort
is strength to her. For my own part, now that his horrible danger is not face
to face with us, it seems almost impossible to believe in it. Even my own terrible
experiences in Castle Dracula seem like a long forgotten dream. Here in the crisp
autumn air in the bright sunlight.
Alas! How can I disbelieve! In the midst
of my thought my eye fell on the red scar on my poor darling's white forehead.
Whilst that lasts, there can be no disbelief. Mina and I fear to be idle, so we
have been over all the diaries again and again. Somehow, although the reality
seem greater each time, the pain and the fear seem less. There is something of
a guiding purpose manifest throughout, which is comforting. Mina says that perhaps
we are the instruments of ultimate good. It may be! I shall try to think as she
does. We have never spoken to each other yet of the future. It is better to wait
till we see the Professor and the others after their investigations.
day is running by more quickly than I ever thought a day could run for me again.
It is now three o'clock.