forget that it is no wonder that sleep, if it brings oblivion
to her, does her good.

Later.--Our opinion was justified, for when after a refreshing sleep
of some hours she woke up, she seemed brighter and better than she had
been for days. At sunset she made the usual hypnotic report.
Wherever he may be in the Black Sea, the Count is hurrying to his
destination. To his doom, I trust!

26 October.--Another day and no tidings of the Czarina Catherine. She
ought to be here by now. That she is still journeying somewhere is
apparent, for Mrs. Harker's hypnotic report at sunrise was still the
same. It is possible that the vessel may be lying by, at times, for
fog. Some of the steamers which came in last evening reported patches
of fog both to north and south of the port. We must continue our
watching, as the ship may now be signalled any moment.

27 October, Noon.--Most strange. No news yet of the ship we wait for.
Mrs. Harker reported last night and this morning as usual. "Lapping
waves and rushing water," though she added that "the waves were very
faint." The telegrams from London have been the same, "no further
report." Van Helsing is terribly anxious, and told me just now that he
fears the Count is escaping us.

He added significantly, "I did not like that lethargy of Madam Mina's.
Souls and memories can do strange things during trance." I was about
to ask him more, but Harker just then came in, and he held up a
warning hand. We must try tonight at sunset to make her speak more
fully when in her hypnotic state.

28 October.--Telegram. Rufus Smith, London, to Lord Godalming, care
H. B. M. Vice Consul, Varna

"Czarina Catherine reported entering Galatz at one o'clock today."

DR. SEWARD'S DIARY

28 October.--When the telegram came announcing the arrival in Galatz I
do not think it was such a shock to any of us as might have been
expected. True, we did not know whence, or how, or when, the bolt
would come. But I think we all expected that something strange would
happen. The day of arrival at Varna made us individually satisfied
that things would not be just as we had expected. We only waited to
learn where the change would occur. None the less, however, it was a
surprise. I suppose that nature works on such a hopeful basis that we
believe against ourselves that things will be as they ought to be, not
as we should know that they will be. Transcendentalism is a beacon to
the ang