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I
was
evidently
expected
,
for
when
I
got
near
the
door
I
faced
a
cheery-looking
elderly
woman
in
the
usual
peasant
dress
--
white
undergarment
with
a
long
double
apron
,
front
,
and
back
,
of
coloured
stuff
fitting
almost
too
tight
for
modesty
.
When
I
came
close
she
bowed
and
said
,
"
The
Herr
Englishman
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
,
"
Jonathan
Harker
.
"
She
smiled
,
and
gave
some
message
to
an
elderly
man
in
white
shirtsleeves
,
who
had
followed
her
to
the
door
.
He
went
,
but
immediately
returned
with
a
letter
:
"
My
friend
.
--
Welcome
to
the
Carpathians
.
I
am
anxiously
expecting
you
.
Sleep
well
tonight
.
At
three
tomorrow
the
diligence
will
start
for
Bukovina
;
a
place
on
it
is
kept
for
you
.
At
the
Borgo
Pass
my
carriage
will
await
you
and
will
bring
you
to
me
.
I
trust
that
your
journey
from
London
has
been
a
happy
one
,
and
that
you
will
enjoy
your
stay
in
my
beautiful
land
.
--
Your
friend
,
Dracula
.
"
4
May
--
I
found
that
my
landlord
had
got
a
letter
from
the
Count
,
directing
him
to
secure
the
best
place
on
the
coach
for
me
;
but
on
making
inquiries
as
to
details
he
seemed
somewhat
reticent
,
and
pretended
that
he
could
not
understand
my
German
.
This
could
not
be
true
,
because
up
to
then
he
had
understood
it
perfectly
;
at
least
,
he
answered
my
questions
exactly
as
if
he
did
.
He
and
his
wife
,
the
old
lady
who
had
received
me
,
looked
at
each
other
in
a
frightened
sort
of
way
.
He
mumbled
out
that
the
money
had
been
sent
in
a
letter
,
and
that
was
all
he
knew
.
When
I
asked
him
if
he
knew
Count
Dracula
,
and
could
tell
me
anything
of
his
castle
,
both
he
and
his
wife
crossed
themselves
,
and
,
saying
that
they
knew
nothing
at
all
,
simply
refused
to
speak
further
.
It
was
so
near
the
time
of
starting
that
I
had
no
time
to
ask
anyone
else
,
for
it
was
all
very
mysterious
and
not
by
any
means
comforting
.
Just
before
I
was
leaving
,
the
old
lady
came
up
to
my
room
and
said
in
a
hysterical
way
:
"
Must
you
go
?
Oh
!
Young
Herr
,
must
you
go
?
"
She
was
in
such
an
excited
state
that
she
seemed
to
have
lost
her
grip
of
what
German
she
knew
,
and
mixed
it
all
up
with
some
other
language
which
I
did
not
know
at
all
.
I
was
just
able
to
follow
her
by
asking
many
questions
.
When
I
told
her
that
I
must
go
at
once
,
and
that
I
was
engaged
on
important
business
,
she
asked
again
:
"
Do
you
know
what
day
it
is
?
"
I
answered
that
it
was
the
fourth
of
May
.
She
shook
her
head
as
she
said
again
:
