of some sort; perhaps we shall know when you get his letter in the
morning. Lord Godalming s brows contracted, and he stood up and walked
about the room. By-and-by he stopped and said, turning from one to
another of us:--
Quincey s head is level. This burglary business is getting serious; we
got off once all right; but we have now a rare job on hand--unless we
can find the Count s key basket.
As nothing could well be done before morning, and as it would be at
least advisable to wait till Lord Godalming should hear from Mitchell s,
we decided not to take any active step before breakfast time. For a good
while we sat and smoked, discussing the matter in its various lights and
bearings; I took the opportunity of bringing this diary right up to the
moment. I am very sleepy and shall go to bed....
Just a line. Mina sleeps soundly and her breathing is regular. Her
forehead is puckered up into little wrinkles, as though she thinks even
in her sleep. She is still too pale, but does not look so haggard as she
did this morning. To-morrow will, I hope, mend all this; she will be
herself at home in Exeter. Oh, but I am sleepy!
_Dr. Seward s Diary._
_1 October._--I am puzzled afresh about Renfield. His moods change so
rapidly that I find it difficult to keep touch of them, and as they
always mean something more than his own well-being, they form a more
than interesting study. This morning, when I went to see him after his
repulse of Van Helsing, his manner was that of a man commanding destiny.
He was, in fact, commanding destiny--subjectively. He did not really
care for any of the things of mere earth; he was in the clouds and
looked down on all the weaknesses and wants of us poor mortals. I
thought I would improve the occasion and learn something, so I asked
him:--
What about the flies these times? He smiled on me in quite a superior
sort of way--such a smile as would have become the face of Malvolio--as
he answered me:--
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