“Go on; go on! Speak, I command you!” said Van Helsing in an agonised voice. At the same time there was despair in his eyes, for the risen sun was reddening even

Mrs.

Harker’s pale face. She opened her eyes, and we all started as she said, sweetly and seemingly with the utmost unconcern:⁠—

“Oh, Professor, why ask me to do what you know I can’t? I don’t remember anything.” Then, seeing the look of amazement on our faces, she said, turning from one to the other with a troubled look:⁠—