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Just
as
I
had
come
to
this
conclusion
I
heard
a
heavy
step
approaching
behind
the
great
door
,
and
saw
through
the
chinks
the
gleam
of
a
coming
light
.
Then
there
was
the
sound
of
rattling
chains
and
the
clanking
of
massive
bolts
drawn
back
.
A
key
was
turned
with
the
loud
grating
noise
of
long
disuse
,
and
the
great
door
swung
back
.
Within
,
stood
a
tall
old
man
,
clean
shaven
save
for
a
long
white
moustache
,
and
clad
in
black
from
head
to
foot
,
without
a
single
speck
of
colour
about
him
anywhere
.
He
held
in
his
hand
an
antique
silver
lamp
,
in
which
the
flame
burned
without
a
chimney
or
globe
of
any
kind
,
throwing
long
quivering
shadows
as
it
flickered
in
the
draught
of
the
open
door
.
The
old
man
motioned
me
in
with
his
right
hand
with
a
courtly
gesture
,
saying
in
excellent
English
,
but
with
a
strange
intonation
.
"
Welcome
to
my
house
!
Enter
freely
and
of
your
own
free
will
!
"
He
made
no
motion
of
stepping
to
meet
me
,
but
stood
like
a
statue
,
as
though
his
gesture
of
welcome
had
fixed
him
into
stone
.
The
instant
,
however
,
that
I
had
stepped
over
the
threshold
,
he
moved
impulsively
forward
,
and
holding
out
his
hand
grasped
mine
with
a
strength
which
made
me
wince
,
an
effect
which
was
not
lessened
by
the
fact
that
it
seemed
cold
as
ice
,
more
like
the
hand
of
a
dead
than
a
living
man
.
Again
he
said
.
"
Welcome
to
my
house
!
Enter
freely
.
Go
safely
,
and
leave
something
of
the
happiness
you
bring
!
"
The
strength
of
the
handshake
was
so
much
akin
to
that
which
I
had
noticed
in
the
driver
,
whose
face
I
had
not
seen
,
that
for
a
moment
I
doubted
if
it
were
not
the
same
person
to
whom
I
was
speaking
.
So
to
make
sure
,
I
said
interrogatively
,
"
Count
Dracula
?
"
He
bowed
in
a
courtly
way
as
he
replied
,
"
I
am
Dracula
,
and
I
bid
you
welcome
,
Mr.
Harker
,
to
my
house
.
Come
in
,
the
night
air
is
chill
,
and
you
must
need
to
eat
and
rest
.
"
As
he
was
speaking
,
he
put
the
lamp
on
a
bracket
on
the
wall
,
and
stepping
out
,
took
my
luggage
.
He
had
carried
it
in
before
I
could
forestall
him
.
I
protested
,
but
he
insisted
.
"
Nay
,
sir
,
you
are
my
guest
.
It
is
late
,
and
my
people
are
not
available
.
Let
me
see
to
your
comfort
myself
.
"
He
insisted
on
carrying
my
traps
along
the
passage
,
and
then
up
a
great
winding
stair
,
and
along
another
great
passage
,
on
whose
stone
floor
our
steps
rang
heavily
.
At
the
end
of
this
he
threw
open
a
heavy
door
,
and
I
rejoiced
to
see
within
a
well-lit
room
in
which
a
table
was
spread
for
supper
,
and
on
whose
mighty
hearth
a
great
fire
of
logs
,
freshly
replenished
,
flamed
and
flared
.
The
Count
halted
,
putting
down
my
bags
,
closed
the
door
,
and
crossing
the
room
,
opened
another
door
,
which
led
into
a
small
octagonal
room
lit
by
a
single
lamp
,
and
seemingly
without
a
window
of
any
sort
.
Passing
through
this
,
he
opened
another
door
,
and
motioned
me
to
enter
.
It
was
a
welcome
sight
.
For
here
was
a
great
bedroom
well
lighted
and
warmed
with
another
log
fire
,
also
added
to
but
lately
,
for
the
top
logs
were
fresh
,
which
sent
a
hollow
roar
up
the
wide
chimney
.
The
Count
himself
left
my
luggage
inside
and
withdrew
,
saying
,
before
he
closed
the
door
.
"
You
will
need
,
after
your
journey
,
to
refresh
yourself
by
making
your
toilet
.
I
trust
you
will
find
all
you
wish
.
When
you
are
ready
,
come
into
the
other
room
,
where
you
will
find
your
supper
prepared
.
"
The
light
and
warmth
and
the
Count
's
courteous
welcome
seemed
to
have
dissipated
all
my
doubts
and
fears
.
Having
then
reached
my
normal
state
,
I
discovered
that
I
was
half
famished
with
hunger
.
So
making
a
hasty
toilet
,
I
went
into
the
other
room
.
I
found
supper
already
laid
out
.
My
host
,
who
stood
on
one
side
of
the
great
fireplace
,
leaning
against
the
stonework
,
made
a
graceful
wave
of
his
hand
to
the
table
,
and
said
,
