Renfield artfully waited until the attendant was entering the room to inspectThen he dashed out past him and flew down the passageI sent word for the attendants to followAgain he went into the grounds of the deserted house, and we found him in the same place, pressed against the old chapel doorWhen he saw me he became furious, and had not the attendants seized him in time, he would have tried to kill meAs we were holding him a strange thing happenedHe suddenly redoubled his efforts, and then as suddenly grew calmI looked round instinctively, but could see nothingThen I caught the patient's eye and followed it, but could trace nothing as it looked into the moonlight sky, except a big bat, which was flapping its silent and ghostly way to the westBats usually wheel about, but this one seemed to go straight on, as if it knew where it was bound for or had some intention of its own The patient grew calmer every instant, and presently said, "You needn't tie meI shall go quietly!" Without trouble, we came back to the houseI feel there is something ominous in his calm, and shall not forget this night LUCY WESTENRA'S DIARY Hillingham, 24 August-I must imitate Mina, and keep writing things downThen we can have long talks when we do meetI wonder when it will beI wish she were with me again, for I feel so unhappyLast night I seemed to be dreaming again just as I was at WhitbyPerhaps it is the change of air, or getting home againIt is all dark and horrid to me, for I can remember nothingBut I am full of vague fear, and I feel so weak and worn outWhen Arthur came to lunch he looked quite grieved when he saw me, and I hadn't the spirit to try to be cheerfulI wonder if I could sleep in mother's room tonightI shall make an excuse to tryMother did not seem to take to my proposalShe seems not too well herself, and doubtless she fears to worry meI tried to keep awake, and succeeded for a while, but when the clock struck twelve it waked me from a doze, so I must have been falling asleepThere was a sort of scratching or flapping at the window, but I did not mind it, and as I remember no more, I suppose I must have fallen asleepI wish I could remember themThis morning I am horribly weakMy face is ghastly pale, and my throat pains meIt must be something wrong with my lungs, for I don't seem to be getting air enoughI shall try to cheer up when Arthur comes, or else I know he will be miserable to see me so LETTER, ARTHUR TO DRSEWARD "Albemarle Hotel, 31 August "My dear Jack, "I want you to do me a favourLucy is ill, that is she has no special disease, but she looks awful, and is getting worse every dayI have asked her if there is any cause, I not dare to ask her mother, for to disturb the poor lady's mind about her daughter in her present state of health would be fatalWestenra has confided to me that her doom is spoken, disease of the heart, though poor Lucy does not know it yetI am sure that there is something preying on my dear girl's shop mind

He had black, fiery eyes, coal-black hair, a strong, fine Roman profile, and a rich brown complexionI had blue eyes, golden hair, a Greek outline, and fair complexionHe was active and observing, I dreamy and inactiveHe was generous to his friends and equals, but proud, dominant, overbearing, to inferiors, and utterly unmerciful to whatever set itself up against himTruthful we both were; he from pride and courage, I from a sort of abstract idealityWe loved each other about as boys generally do,?off and on, and in general;?he was my father?s pet, and I my mother?s ?There was a morbid sensitiveness and acuteness of feeling in me on all possible subjects, of which he and my father had no kind of understanding, and with which they could have no possible sympathyBut mother did; and so, when I had quarreled with Alfred, and father looked sternly on me, I used to go off to mother?s room, and sit by herI remember just how she used to look, with her pale cheeks, her deep, soft, serious eyes, her white dress,?she always wore white; and I used to think of her whenever I read in Revelations about the saints that were arrayed in fine linen, clean and whiteShe had a great deal of genius of one sort and another, particularly in music; and she used to sit at her organ, playing fine old majestic music of the Catholic church, and singing with a voice more like an angel than a mortal woman; and I would lay my head down on her lap, and cry, and dream, and feel,?oh, immeasurably!?things that I had no language to say! ?In those days, this matter of slavery had never been canvassed as it has now; nobody dreamed of any harm in it ?My father was a born aristocratI think, in some preexistent state, he must have been in the higher circles of spirits, and brought all his old court pride along with him; for it was ingrain, bred in the bone, though he was originally of poor and not in any way of noble familyMy brother was begotten in his image ?Now, an aristocrat, you know, the world over, has no human sympathies, beyond a certain line in societyIn England the line is in one place, in Burmah in another, and in America in another; but the aristocrat of all these countries never goes over itWhat would be hardship and distress and injustice in his own class, is a cool matter of course in another oneMy father?s dividing line was that of colorAmong his equals, never was a man more just and generous; but he considered the negro, through all possible gradations of color, as an intermediate link between man and animals, and graded all his ideas of justice or generosity on this hypothesisI suppose, to be sure, if anybody had asked him, plump and fair, whether they had human immortal souls, he might have hemmed and hawed, and said yesBut my father was not a man much troubled with spiritualism; religious sentiment he had none, beyond a veneration for God, as decidedly the head of the upper classes ?Well, my father worked some five hundred negroes; he was an inflexible, driving, punctilious business man; everything was to move by system,?to be sustained with unfailing accuracy and precisionNow, if you take into account that all this was to be worked out by a set of lazy, twaddling, shiftless laborers, who had grown up, all their lives, in the absence of every possible motive to learn how to do anything but ?shirk,? as you Vermonters say, and you?ll see that there might naturally be, on his plantation, a great many things that looked horrible and distressing to a sensitive child, like me ?Besides all, he had an overseer,?great, tall, slab-sided, two-fisted renegade son of Vermont?(begging your pardon),?who had gone through a regular apprenticeship in hardness and brutality and taken his degree to be admitted to practiceMy mother never could endure him, nor I; but he obtained an entire ascendency over my father; and this man was the absolute despot of the estate ?I was a little fellow then, but I had the same love that I have now for all kinds of human things,?a kind of passion for the study of humanity, come in what shape it wouldI was found in the cabins and among the field-hands a great deal, and, of course, was a great favorite; and all sorts of complaints and grievances were breathed in my ear; and I told them to mother, and we, between us, formed a sort of committee for a redress of grievancesWe hindered and repressed a great deal of cruelty, and congratulated ourselves on doing a vast deal of good, till, as often happens, my zeal overactedStubbs complained to my father that he couldn?t manage the hands, and must resign his positionFather was a fond, indulgent husband, but a man that never flinched from anything that he thought necessary; and so he put down his foot, like a rock, between us and the field-handsHe told my mother, in language perfectly respectful and deferential, but quite explicit, that over the house-servants she should be entire mistress, but that with the field-hands he could allow no interferenceHe revered and respected her above all living beings; but he would have said it all the same to the virgin Mary herself, if she had come in the way of his system ?I used sometimes to hear my mother reasoning cases with him,?endeavoring to excite his sympathiesHe would listen to the most pathetic appeals with the most discouraging politeness and equanimity?It all resolves itself into this,? he would say; ?must I part with Stubbs, or keep him? Stubbs is the soul of punctuality, honesty, and efficiency,?a thorough business hand, and as humane as the general runWe can?t have perfection; and if I keep him, I must sustain his administration as a whole, even if there are, now and then, things that are exceptionableAll government includes some necessary hardnessGeneral rules will bear hard on particular cases This last maxim my father seemed to consider a settler in most alleged cases of crueltyAfter he had said that, he commonly drew up his feet on the sofa, like a man that has disposed of a business, and betook himself to a nap, or the newspaper, as the case might be ?The fact is my father showed the exact sort of talent for a shop statesman

The arrival of Van Helsing's telegram filled me with dismayA whole night lost, and I know by bitter experience what may happen in a nightOf course it is possible that all may be well, but what may have happened? Surely there is some horrible doom hanging over us that every possible accident should thwart us in all we try to doI shall take this cylinder with me, and then I can complete my entry on Lucy's phonograph MEMORANDUM LEFT BY LUCY WESTENRA 17 September, Night-I write this and leave it to be seen, so that no one may by any chance get into trouble through meThis is an exact record of what took place tonightI feel I am dying of weakness, and have barely strength to write, but it must be done if I die in the doing I went to bed as usual, taking care that the flowers were placed as DrVan Helsing directed, and soon fell asleep I was waked by the flapping at the window, which had begun after that sleep-walking on the cliff at Whitby when Mina saved me, and which now I know so wellI was not afraid, but I did wish that DrSeward was in the next room, as DrVan Helsing said he would be, so that I might have called himI tried to sleep, but I could notThen there came to me the old fear of sleep, and I determined to keep awakePerversely sleep would try to come then when I did not want itSo, as I feared to be alone, I opened my door and called out, "Is there anybody there?" There was no answerI was afraid to wake mother, and so closed my door againThen outside in the shrubbery I heard a sort of howl like a dog's, but more fierce and deeperI went to the window and looked out, but could see nothing, except a big bat, which had evidently been buffeting its wings against the windowSo I went back to bed again, but determined not to go to sleepPresently the door opened, and mother looked inSeeing by my moving that I was not asleep, she came in and sat by meShe said to me even more sweetly and softly than her wont, "I was uneasy about you, darling, and came in to see that you were all right I feared she might catch cold sitting there, and asked her to come in and sleep with me, so she came into bed, and lay down beside meShe did not take off her dressing gown, for she said she would only stay a while and then go back to her own bedAs she lay there in my arms, and I in hers the flapping and buffeting came to the window againShe was startled and a little frightened, and cried out, "What is that?" I tried to pacify her, and at last succeeded, and she lay quietBut I could hear her poor dear heart still beating terriblyAfter a while there was the howl again out in the shrubbery, and shortly after there was a crash at the window, and a lot of broken glass was hurled on the floorThe window blind blew back with the wind that rushed in, and in the aperture of the broken panes there was the head of a great, gaunt gray wolf Mother cried out in a fright, and struggled up into a sitting posture, and clutched wildly at anything that would help herAmongst other things, she clutched the wreath of flowers that DrVan Helsing insisted on my wearing round my neck, and tore it away from meFor a second or two she sat up, pointing at the wolf, and there was a strange and horrible gurgling in her throatThen she fell over, as if struck with lightning, and her head hit my forehead and made me dizzy for a moment or two The room and all round seemed to spin roundI kept my eyes fixed on the window, but the wolf drew his head back, and a whole myriad of little specks seems to come blowing in through the broken window, and wheeling and circling round like the pillar of dust that travellers describe when there is a simoon in the desertI tried to stir, but there was some spell upon me, and dear Mother's poor body, which seemed to grow cold already, for her dear heart had ceased to beat, weighed me down, and I remembered no more for a shop while

And indeed there is no wish of me to add to your anguishBut just think, what can we do, until all the world be at movementThen will come our timeI have thought and thought, and it seems to me that the simplest way is the best of allNow we wish to get into the house, but we have no keyIs it not so?" I nodded "Now suppose that you were, in truth, the owner of that house, and could not still get inAnd think there was to you no conscience of the housebreaker, what would you do?" "I should get a respectable locksmith, and set him to work to pick the lock for me "And your police, they would interfere, would they not?" "Oh no! Not if they knew the man was properly employed "Then," he looked at me as keenly as he spoke, "all that is in doubt is the conscience of the employer, and the belief of your policemen as to whether or not that employer has a good conscience or a bad oneYour police must indeed be zealous men and clever, oh so clever, in reading the heart, that they trouble themselves in such matterNo, no, my friend Jonathan, you go take the lock off a hundred empty houses in this your London, or of any city in the world, and if you do it as such things are rightly done, and at the time such things are rightly done, no one will interfereI have read of a gentleman who owned a so fine house in London, and when he went for months of summer to Switzerland and lock up his house, some burglar come and broke window at back and got inThen he went and made open the shutters in front and walk out and in through the door, before the very eyes of the policeThen he have an auction in that house, and advertise it, and put up big noticeAnd when the day come he sell off by a great auctioneer all the goods of that other man who own themThen he go to a builder, and he sell him that house, making an agreement that he pull it down and take all away within a certain timeAnd your police and other authority help him all they canAnd when that owner come back from his holiday in Switzerland he find only an empty hole where his house had beenThis was all done en regle, and in our work we shall be en regle tooWe shall not go so early that the policemen who have then little to think of, shall deem it strangeBut we shall go after ten o'clock, when there are many about, and such things would be done were we indeed owners of the house I could not but see how right he was and the terrible despair of Mina's face became relaxed in thoughtThere was hope in such good counsel Van Helsing went on, "When once within that house we may find more cluesAt any rate some of us can remain there whilst the rest find the other places where there be more earth boxes, at Bermondsey and Mile End Lord Godalming stood up"I can be of some use here," he said"I shall wire to my people to have horses and carriages where they will be most convenient "Look here, old fellow," said Morris, "it is a capital idea to have all ready in case we want to go horse backing, but don't you think that one of your snappy carriages with its heraldic adornments in a byway of Walworth or Mile End would attract too much attention for our purpose? It seems to me that we ought to take cabs when we go south or eastAnd even leave them somewhere near the neighbourhood we are going to "Friend Quincey is right!" said the Professor"His head is what you call in plane with the horizonIt is a difficult thing that we go to do, and we do not want no peoples to watch us if so it may Mina took a growing interest in everything and I was rejoiced to see that the exigency of affairs was helping her to forget for a time the terrible experience of the nightShe was very, very pale, almost ghastly, and so thin that her lips were drawn away, showing her teeth in somewhat of prominenceI did not mention this last, lest it should give her needless pain, but it made my blood run cold in my veins to think of what had occurred with poor Lucy when the Count had sucked her bloodAs yet there was no sign of the teeth growing sharper, but the time as yet was short, and there was time for fear When we came to the discussion of the sequence of our efforts and of the disposition of our forces, there were new sources of doubtIt was finally agreed that before starting for Piccadilly we should destroy the Count's lair close at shop hand

They have thus held up for imitation observations which may induce hundreds of meritorious officers to throw aside their instruments, in the despair of ever approaching a standard which is since admitted to be imaginary; and they have ratified the doctrine, for I am not aware their official adviser has ever even modified it, that diminutive instruments are equal almost to the largest To what extent this doctrine is correct, may perhaps yet admit of doubt It cannot, however, admit of a doubt, that it is unwise to crown it with official authority, and thus expose the officers of their service to depend on means which may be quite insufficient for their purpose How the Board of Longitude, after EXPRESSLY DIRECTING THIS INSTRUMENT TO BE MADE AND TRIED, could come to the decision at which they arrived, appears inexplicable The known difference of opinion amongst the best observers respecting the repeating principle, ought to have rendered them peculiarly cautious, nor ought the opinion of a Troughton, that instruments of less than one foot in diameter may be considered, "FOR ASTRONOMY, AS LITTLE BETTER THAN PLAYTHINGS," [Memoirs of the Astronomical Society, Vol to have been rejected without the most carefully detailed experiments There were amongst that body, persons who must have examined minutely the work on the Pendulum Captain Kater must have felt those difficulties in the perusal of it which other observers have experienced; and he who was placed in the Board of Longitude especially for his knowledge of instruments, might, in a few hours, have arrived at more decisive factsBut perhaps I am unjust Captain Kater's knowledge rendered it impossible for him to have been ignorant of the difficulties, and his candour would have prevented him from concealing them: he must, therefore, after examining the subject, have been outvoted by his lay-brethren who had dispensed with that preliminary It would be unjust, before quitting this subject, not to mention with respect the acknowledgment made by an officer of the naval service of the errors into which he also fell from this same level Lieutenant Foster, aware of the many occasions on which Captain Sabine had employed this instrument, and knowing that he considered each division as equal to one second, never thought that a doubt could exist on the subject, and made all his calculations accordinglyWhen Captain Kater made him acquainted with the mistake, Lieutenant Foster immediately communicated a paper [The paper of Lieutenant Foster is printed in the Philosophical Transactions, 1827, p22, and is worth consulting to the Royal Society, in which he states the circumstance most fully, and recomputed all the observations in which that instrument was used Unfortunately, from the original observations of MrRoss being left on board the Fury at the time of her loss, the transcripts of his results could not be recomputed like the rest, and were consequently useless OF THE UNION OF SEVERAL OFFICES IN ONE PERSON Although the number of situations to which persons conversant with science may hope to be appointed, is small, yet it has somewhat singularly happened, that instances of one individual, holding more than one such appointment, are frequent Not to speak of those held by the late DrYoung, we have at present:-- MRPOND--Astronomer Royal, Inspector of Chronometers, and Superintendent of the Nautical Almanac CAPTAIN SABINE -- An officer of artillery on leave of absence from his regiment; Secretary of the Royal Society; and Scientific Adviser of the AdmiraltyBRANDE--Clerk of the Irons at the Royal Mint; Professor of Chemistry at the Royal Institution; Analyser of Rough Nitre,