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"
Well
,
but
,
my
friend
,
is
it
not
needful
that
I
should
?
When
I
go
there
I
shall
be
all
alone
,
and
my
friend
Harker
Jonathan
,
nay
,
pardon
me
.
I
fall
into
my
country
's
habit
of
putting
your
patronymic
first
,
my
friend
Jonathan
Harker
will
not
be
by
my
side
to
correct
and
aid
me
.
He
will
be
in
Exeter
,
miles
away
,
probably
working
at
papers
of
the
law
with
my
other
friend
,
Peter
Hawkins
.
So
!
"
We
went
thoroughly
into
the
business
of
the
purchase
of
the
estate
at
Purfleet
.
When
I
had
told
him
the
facts
and
got
his
signature
to
the
necessary
papers
,
and
had
written
a
letter
with
them
ready
to
post
to
Mr.
Hawkins
,
he
began
to
ask
me
how
I
had
come
across
so
suitable
a
place
.
I
read
to
him
the
notes
which
I
had
made
at
the
time
,
and
which
I
inscribe
here
.
"
At
Purfleet
,
on
a
byroad
,
I
came
across
just
such
a
place
as
seemed
to
be
required
,
and
where
was
displayed
a
dilapidated
notice
that
the
place
was
for
sale
.
It
was
surrounded
by
a
high
wall
,
of
ancient
structure
,
built
of
heavy
stones
,
and
has
not
been
repaired
for
a
large
number
of
years
.
The
closed
gates
are
of
heavy
old
oak
and
iron
,
all
eaten
with
rust
.
"
The
estate
is
called
Carfax
,
no
doubt
a
corruption
of
the
old
Quatre
Face
,
as
the
house
is
four
sided
,
agreeing
with
the
cardinal
points
of
the
compass
.
It
contains
in
all
some
twenty
acres
,
quite
surrounded
by
the
solid
stone
wall
above
mentioned
.
There
are
many
trees
on
it
,
which
make
it
in
places
gloomy
,
and
there
is
a
deep
,
dark-looking
pond
or
small
lake
,
evidently
fed
by
some
springs
,
as
the
water
is
clear
and
flows
away
in
a
fair-sized
stream
.
The
house
is
very
large
and
of
all
periods
back
,
I
should
say
,
to
mediaeval
times
,
for
one
part
is
of
stone
immensely
thick
,
with
only
a
few
windows
high
up
and
heavily
barred
with
iron
.
It
looks
like
part
of
a
keep
,
and
is
close
to
an
old
chapel
or
church
.
I
could
not
enter
it
,
as
I
had
not
the
key
of
the
door
leading
to
it
from
the
house
,
but
I
have
taken
with
my
Kodak
views
of
it
from
various
points
.
The
house
had
been
added
to
,
but
in
a
very
straggling
way
,
and
I
can
only
guess
at
the
amount
of
ground
it
covers
,
which
must
be
very
great
.
There
are
but
few
houses
close
at
hand
,
one
being
a
very
large
house
only
recently
added
to
and
formed
into
a
private
lunatic
asylum
.
It
is
not
,
however
,
visible
from
the
grounds
.
"
When
I
had
finished
,
he
said
,
"
I
am
glad
that
it
is
old
and
big
.
I
myself
am
of
an
old
family
,
and
to
live
in
a
new
house
would
kill
me
.
A
house
can
not
be
made
habitable
in
a
day
,
and
after
all
,
how
few
days
go
to
make
up
a
century
.
I
rejoice
also
that
there
is
a
chapel
of
old
times
.
We
Transylvanian
nobles
love
not
to
think
that
our
bones
may
lie
amongst
the
common
dead
.
I
seek
not
gaiety
nor
mirth
,
not
the
bright
voluptuousness
of
much
sunshine
and
sparkling
waters
which
please
the
young
and
gay
.
I
am
no
longer
young
,
and
my
heart
,
through
weary
years
of
mourning
over
the
dead
,
is
attuned
to
mirth
.
Moreover
,
the
walls
of
my
castle
are
broken
.
The
shadows
are
many
,
and
the
wind
breathes
cold
through
the
broken
battlements
and
casements
.
I
love
the
shade
and
the
shadow
,
and
would
be
alone
with
my
thoughts
when
I
may
.
"
Somehow
his
words
and
his
look
did
not
seem
to
accord
,
or
else
it
was
that
his
cast
of
face
made
his
smile
look
malignant
and
saturnine
.
Presently
,
with
an
excuse
,
he
left
me
,
asking
me
to
pull
my
papers
together
.
He
was
some
little
time
away
,
and
I
began
to
look
at
some
of
the
books
around
me
.
One
was
an
atlas
,
which
I
found
opened
naturally
to
England
,
as
if
that
map
had
been
much
used
.
On
looking
at
it
I
found
in
certain
places
little
rings
marked
,
and
on
examining
these
I
noticed
that
one
was
near
London
on
the
east
side
,
manifestly
where
his
new
estate
was
situated
.
The
other
two
were
Exeter
,
and
Whitby
on
the
Yorkshire
coast
.
It
was
the
better
part
of
an
hour
when
the
Count
returned
.
"
Aha
!
"
he
said
.
"
Still
at
your
books
?
Good
!
But
you
must
not
work
always
.
Come
!
I
am
informed
that
your
supper
is
ready
.
"
He
took
my
arm
,
and
we
went
into
the
next
room
,
where
I
found
an
excellent
supper
ready
on
the
table
.
The
Count
again
excused
himself
,
as
he
had
dined
out
on
his
being
away
from
home
.
But
he
sat
as
on
the
previous
night
,
and
chatted
whilst
I
ate
.
After
supper
I
smoked
,
as
on
the
last
evening
,
and
the
Count
stayed
with
me
,
chatting
and
asking
questions
on
every
conceivable
subject
,
hour
after
hour
.
I
felt
that
it
was
getting
very
late
indeed
,
but
I
did
not
say
anything
,
for
I
felt
under
obligation
to
meet
my
host
's
wishes
in
every
way
.
I
was
not
sleepy
,
as
the
long
sleep
yesterday
had
fortified
me
,
but
I
could
not
help
experiencing
that
chill
which
comes
over
one
at
the
coming
of
the
dawn
,
which
is
like
,
in
its
way
,
the
turn
of
the
tide
.
They
say
that
people
who
are
near
death
die
generally
at
the
change
to
dawn
or
at
the
turn
of
the
tide
.
Anyone
who
has
when
tired
,
and
tied
as
it
were
to
his
post
,
experienced
this
change
in
the
atmosphere
can
well
believe
it
.
All
at
once
we
heard
the
crow
of
the
cock
coming
up
with
preternatural
shrillness
through
the
clear
morning
air
.
