I sat up all night with Lucy. The opiate
worked itself off towards dusk, and she waked naturally. She looked a different
being from what she had been before the operation. Her spirits even were good,
and she was full of a happy vivacity, but I could see evidences of the absolute
prostration which she had undergone. When I told Mrs. Westenra that Dr. Van Helsing
had directed that I should sit up with her, she almost pooh-poohed the idea, pointing
out her daughter's renewed strength and excellent spirits. I was firm, however,
and made preparations for my long vigil. When her maid had prepared her for the
night I came in, having in the meantime had supper, and took a seat by the bedside.
did not in any way make objection, but looked at me gratefully whenever I caught
her eye. After a long spell she seemed sinking off to sleep, but with an effort
seemed to pull herself together and shook it off. It was apparent that she did
not want to sleep, so I tackled the subject at once.
"You do not want
"No. I am afraid."
"Afraid to go to
sleep! Why so? It is the boon we all crave for."
"Ah, not if you
were like me, if sleep was to you a presage of horror!"
of horror! What on earth do you mean?"
"I don't know. Oh, I don't
know. And that is what is so terrible. All this weakness comes to me in sleep,
until I dread the very thought."
"But, my dear girl, you may sleep
tonight. I am here watching you, and I can promise that nothing will happen."
I can trust you!" she said.
I seized the opportunity, and said, "I
promise that if I see any evidence of bad dreams I will wake you at once."
will? Oh, will you really? How good you are to me. Then I will sleep!" And
almost at the word she gave a deep sigh of relief, and sank back, asleep.
night long I watched by her. She never stirred, but slept on and on in a deep,
tranquil, life-giving, health-giving sleep. Her lips were slightly parted, and
her breast rose and fell with the regularity of a pendulum. There was a smile
on her face, and it was evident that no bad dreams had come to disturb her peace
In the early morning her maid came, and I left her in her care
and took myself back home, for I was anxious about many things. I sent a short
wire to Van Helsing and to Arthur, telling them of the excellent result of the
operation. My own work, with its manifold arrears, took me all day to clear off.
It was dark when I was able to inquire about my zoophagous patient. The report
was good. He had been quite quiet for the past day and night. A telegram came
from Van Helsing at Amsterdam whilst I was at dinner, suggesting that I should
be at Hillingham tonight, as it might be well to be at hand, and stating that
he was leaving by the night mail and would join me early in the morning.