⁠—I was successful, and we took turns driving all night; now the day is on us, bright though cold. There is a strange heaviness in the air⁠—I say heaviness for want of a better word; I mean that it oppresses us both. It is very cold, and only our warm furs keep us comfortable. At dawn Van Helsing hypnotised me; he says I answered “darkness, creaking wood and roaring water,” so the river is changing as they ascend. I do hope that my darling will not run any chance of danger⁠—more than need be; but we are in God’s hands.

2 November, night.