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"
Do
you
wish
me
to
stay
so
long
?
"
I
asked
,
for
my
heart
grew
cold
at
the
thought
.
"
I
desire
it
much
,
nay
I
will
take
no
refusal
.
When
your
master
,
employer
,
what
you
will
,
engaged
that
someone
should
come
on
his
behalf
,
it
was
understood
that
my
needs
only
were
to
be
consulted
.
I
have
not
stinted
.
Is
it
not
so
?
"
What
could
I
do
but
bow
acceptance
?
It
was
Mr.
Hawkins
'
interest
,
not
mine
,
and
I
had
to
think
of
him
,
not
myself
,
and
besides
,
while
Count
Dracula
was
speaking
,
there
was
that
in
his
eyes
and
in
his
bearing
which
made
me
remember
that
I
was
a
prisoner
,
and
that
if
I
wished
it
I
could
have
no
choice
.
The
Count
saw
his
victory
in
my
bow
,
and
his
mastery
in
the
trouble
of
my
face
,
for
he
began
at
once
to
use
them
,
but
in
his
own
smooth
,
resistless
way
.
"
I
pray
you
,
my
good
young
friend
,
that
you
will
not
discourse
of
things
other
than
business
in
your
letters
.
It
will
doubtless
please
your
friends
to
know
that
you
are
well
,
and
that
you
look
forward
to
getting
home
to
them
.
Is
it
not
so
?
"
As
he
spoke
he
handed
me
three
sheets
of
note
paper
and
three
envelopes
.
They
were
all
of
the
thinnest
foreign
post
,
and
looking
at
them
,
then
at
him
,
and
noticing
his
quiet
smile
,
with
the
sharp
,
canine
teeth
lying
over
the
red
underlip
,
I
understood
as
well
as
if
he
had
spoken
that
I
should
be
more
careful
what
I
wrote
,
for
he
would
be
able
to
read
it
.
So
I
determined
to
write
only
formal
notes
now
,
but
to
write
fully
to
Mr.
Hawkins
in
secret
,
and
also
to
Mina
,
for
to
her
I
could
write
shorthand
,
which
would
puzzle
the
Count
,
if
he
did
see
it
.
When
I
had
written
my
two
letters
I
sat
quiet
,
reading
a
book
whilst
the
Count
wrote
several
notes
,
referring
as
he
wrote
them
to
some
books
on
his
table
.
Then
he
took
up
my
two
and
placed
them
with
his
own
,
and
put
by
his
writing
materials
,
after
which
,
the
instant
the
door
had
closed
behind
him
,
I
leaned
over
and
looked
at
the
letters
,
which
were
face
down
on
the
table
.
I
felt
no
compunction
in
doing
so
for
under
the
circumstances
I
felt
that
I
should
protect
myself
in
every
way
I
could
.
One
of
the
letters
was
directed
to
Samuel
F.
Billington
,
No.
7
,
The
Crescent
,
Whitby
,
another
to
Herr
Leutner
,
Varna
.
The
third
was
to
Coutts
&
Co.
,
London
,
and
the
fourth
to
Herren
Klopstock
&
Billreuth
,
bankers
,
Buda
Pesth
.
The
second
and
fourth
were
unsealed
.
I
was
just
about
to
look
at
them
when
I
saw
the
door
handle
move
.
I
sank
back
in
my
seat
,
having
just
had
time
to
resume
my
book
before
the
Count
,
holding
still
another
letter
in
his
hand
,
entered
the
room
.
He
took
up
the
letters
on
the
table
and
stamped
them
carefully
,
and
then
turning
to
me
,
said
,
"
I
trust
you
will
forgive
me
,
but
I
have
much
work
to
do
in
private
this
evening
.
You
will
,
I
hope
,
find
all
things
as
you
wish
.
"
At
the
door
he
turned
,
and
after
a
moment
's
pause
said
,
"
Let
me
advise
you
,
my
dear
young
friend
.
Nay
,
let
me
warn
you
with
all
seriousness
,
that
should
you
leave
these
rooms
you
will
not
by
any
chance
go
to
sleep
in
any
other
part
of
the
castle
.
It
is
old
,
and
has
many
memories
,
and
there
are
bad
dreams
for
those
who
sleep
unwisely
.
Be
warned
!
Should
sleep
now
or
ever
overcome
you
,
or
be
like
to
do
,
then
haste
to
your
own
chamber
or
to
these
rooms
,
for
your
rest
will
then
be
safe
.
But
if
you
be
not
careful
in
this
respect
,
then
,
"
He
finished
his
speech
in
a
gruesome
way
,
for
he
motioned
with
his
hands
as
if
he
were
washing
them
.
I
quite
understood
.
My
only
doubt
was
as
to
whether
any
dream
could
be
more
terrible
than
the
unnatural
,
horrible
net
of
gloom
and
mystery
which
seemed
closing
around
me
.
Later
.
--
I
endorse
the
last
words
written
,
but
this
time
there
is
no
doubt
in
question
.
I
shall
not
fear
to
sleep
in
any
place
where
he
is
not
.
I
have
placed
the
crucifix
over
the
head
of
my
bed
,
I
imagine
that
my
rest
is
thus
freer
from
dreams
,
and
there
it
shall
remain
.
When
he
left
me
I
went
to
my
room
.
After
a
little
while
,
not
hearing
any
sound
,
I
came
out
and
went
up
the
stone
stair
to
where
I
could
look
out
towards
the
South
.
There
was
some
sense
of
freedom
in
the
vast
expanse
,
inaccessible
though
it
was
to
me
,
as
compared
with
the
narrow
darkness
of
the
courtyard
.
Looking
out
on
this
,
I
felt
that
I
was
indeed
in
prison
,
and
I
seemed
to
want
a
breath
of
fresh
air
,
though
it
were
of
the
night
.
I
am
beginning
to
feel
this
nocturnal
existence
tell
on
me
.
It
is
destroying
my
nerve
.
I
start
at
my
own
shadow
,
and
am
full
of
all
sorts
of
horrible
imaginings
.
God
knows
that
there
is
ground
for
my
terrible
fear
in
this
accursed
place
!
I
looked
out
over
the
beautiful
expanse
,
bathed
in
soft
yellow
moonlight
till
it
was
almost
as
light
as
day
.
In
the
soft
light
the
distant
hills
became
melted
,
and
the
shadows
in
the
valleys
and
gorges
of
velvety
blackness
.
The
mere
beauty
seemed
to
cheer
me
.
There
was
peace
and
comfort
in
every
breath
I
drew
.
As
I
leaned
from
the
window
my
eye
was
caught
by
something
moving
a
storey
below
me
,
and
somewhat
to
my
left
,
where
I
imagined
,
from
the
order
of
the
rooms
,
that
the
windows
of
the
Count
's
own
room
would
look
out
.
The
window
at
which
I
stood
was
tall
and
deep
,
stone-mullioned
,
and
though
weatherworn
,
was
still
complete
.
