I am so glad that I hardly know how
to contain myself. It is, I suppose, the reaction from the haunting fear which
I have had, that this terrible affair and the reopening of his old wound might
act detrimentally on Jonathan.
I saw him leave for Whitby with as brave
a face as could, but I was sick with apprehension. The effort has, however, done
him good. He was never so resolute, never so strong, never so full of volcanic
energy, as at present.
It is just as that dear, good Professor Van Helsing
said, he is true grit, and he improves under strain that would kill a weaker nature.
He came back full of life and hope and determination. We have got everything in
order for tonight.
I feel myself quite wild with excitement. I suppose
one ought to pity anything so hunted as the Count. That is just it. This thing
is not human, not even a beast. To read Dr. Seward's account of poor Lucy's death,
and what followed, is enough to dry up the springs of pity in one's heart.