“Good evening,

Mr.

Renfield,” said she. “You see, I know you, for

Dr.

Seward has told me of you.” He made no immediate reply, but eyed her all over intently with a set frown on his face. This look gave way to one of wonder, which merged in doubt; then, to my intense astonishment, he said:⁠—

“You’re not the girl the doctor wanted to marry, are you? You can’t be, you know, for she’s dead.”