In starting I had cut myself slightly, but did not notice it at the momentHaving answered the Count's salutation, I turned to the glass again to see how I had been mistakenThis time there could be no error, for the man was close to me, and I could see him over my shoulderBut there was no reflection of him in the mirror! The whole room behind me was displayed, but there was no sign of a man in it, except myself This was startling, and coming on the top of so many strange things, was beginning to increase that vague feeling of uneasiness which I always have when the Count is nearBut at the instant I saw that the cut had bled a little, and the blood was trickling over my chinI laid down the razor, turning as I did so half round to look for some sticking plasterWhen the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throatI drew away and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifixIt made an instant change in him, for the fury passed so quickly that I could hardly believe that it was ever there "Take care," he said, "take care how you cut yourselfIt is more dangerous that you think in this country Then seizing the shaving glass, he went on, "And this is the wretched thing that has done the mischiefIt is a foul bauble of man's vanityAway with it!" And opening the window with one wrench of his terrible hand, he flung out the glass, which was shattered into a thousand pieces on the stones of the courtyard far belowThen he withdrew without a wordIt is very annoying, for I do not see how I am to shave, unless in my watch-case or the bottom of the shaving pot, which is fortunately of metal When I went into the dining room, breakfast was prepared, but I could not find the Count anywhereSo I breakfasted aloneIt is strange that as yet I have not seen the Count eat or drinkHe must be a very peculiar man! After breakfast I did a little exploring in the castleI went out on the stairs, and found a room looking towards the South The view was magnificent, and from where I stood there was every opportunity of seeing itThe castle is on the very edge of a terrific precipiceA stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasmHere and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests But I am not in heart to describe beauty, for when I had seen the view I explored furtherDoors, doors, doors everywhere, and all locked and boltedIn no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exitThe castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner! CHAPTER 3 Jonathan Harker's Journal Continued When I found that I was a prisoner a sort of wild feeling came over meI rushed up and down the stairs, trying every door and peering out of every window I could find, but after a little the conviction of my helplessness overpowered all other feelingsWhen I look back after a few hours I think I must have been mad for the time, for I behaved much as a rat does in a trapWhen, however, the conviction had come to me that I was helpless I sat down quietly, as quietly as I have ever done anything in my life, and began to think over what was best to be doneI am thinking still, and as yet have come to no definite conclusionOf one thing only am I certainThat it is no use making my ideas known to the CountHe knows well that I am imprisoned, and as he has done it himself, and has doubtless his own motives for it, he would only deceive me if I trusted him fully with the factsSo far as I can see, my only plan will be to keep my knowledge and my fears to myself, and my eyes openI am, I know, either being deceived, like a baby, by my own fears, or else I am in desperate straits, and if the latter be so, I need, and shall need, all my brains to get through I had hardly come to this conclusion when I heard the great door below shut, and knew that the Count had shop returned

I tell ye, Tom, I want to blow him up! it would do me good!? ?No, don?t Mas?r George, for it won?t do me any good ?Well, I won?t, for your sake,? said George, busily tying his dollar round Tom?s neck; ?but there, now, button your coat tight over it, and keep it, and remember, every time you see it, that I?ll come down after you, and bring you backAunt Chloe and I have been talking about itI told her not to fear; I?ll see to it, and I?ll tease father?s life out, if he don?t do it ?O! Mas?r George, ye mustn?t talk so ?bout yer father!? ?Lor, Uncle Tom, I don?t mean anything bad ?And now, Mas?r George,? said Tom, ?ye must be a good boy; ?member how many hearts is sot on yeAl?ays keep close to yer motherDon?t be gettin? into any of them foolish ways boys has of gettin? too big to mind their mothersTell ye what, Mas?r George, the Lord gives good many things twice over; but he don?t give ye a mother but onceYe?ll never see sich another woman, Mas?r George, if ye live to be a hundred years oldSo, now, you hold on to her, and grow up, and be a comfort to her, thar?s my own good boy,?you will now, won?t ye?? ?Yes, I will, Uncle Tom,? said George seriously ?And be careful of yer speaking, Mas?r GeorgeYoung boys, when they comes to your age, is wilful, sometimes?it is natur they should beBut real gentlemen, such as I hopes you?ll be, never lets fall on words that isn?t ?spectful to thar parentsYe an?t ?fended, Mas?r George?? ?No, indeed, Uncle Tom; you always did give me good advice ?I?s older, ye know,? said Tom, stroking the boy?s fine, curly head with his large, strong hand, but speaking in a voice as tender as a woman?s, ?and I sees all that?s bound up in youO, Mas?r George, you has everything,?l?arnin?, privileges, readin?, writin?,?and you?ll grow up to be a great, learned, good man and all the people on the place and your mother and father?ll be so proud on ye! Be a good Mas?r, like yer father; and be a Christian, like yer mother?Member yer Creator in the days o? yer youth, Mas?r George ?I?ll be real good, Uncle Tom, I tell you,? said George?I?m going to be a first-rater; and don?t you be discouragedI?ll have you back to the place, yetAs I told Aunt Chloe this morning, I?ll build our house all over, and you shall have a room for a parlor with a carpet on it, when I?m a manO, you?ll have good times yet!? Haley now came to the door, with the handcuffs in his hands ?Look here, now, Mister,? said George, with an air of great superiority, as he got out, ?I shall let father and mother know how you treat Uncle Tom!? ?You?re welcome,? said the trader ?I should think you?d be ashamed to spend all your life buying men and women, and chaining them, like cattle! I should think you?d feel mean!? said George ?So long as your grand folks wants to buy men and women, I?m as good as they is,? said Haley; ??tan?t any meaner sellin? on ?em, that ?t is buyin?!? ?I?ll never do either, when I?m a man,? said George; ?I?m ashamed, this day, that I?m a KentuckianI always was proud of it before;? and George sat very straight on his horse, and looked round with an air, as if he expected the state would be impressed with his opinion ?Well, good-by, Uncle Tom; keep a stiff upper lip,? said George ?Good-by, Mas?r George,? said Tom, looking fondly and admiringly at him?God Almighty bless you! Ah! Kentucky han?t got many like you!? he said, in the fulness of his heart, as the frank, boyish face was lost to his viewAway he went, and Tom looked, till the clatter of his horse?s heels died away, the last sound or sight of his homeBut over his heart there seemed to be a warm spot, where those young hands had placed that precious dollarTom put up his hand, and held it close to his heart ?Now, I tell ye what, Tom,? said Haley, as he came up to the wagon, and threw in the handcuffs, ?I mean to start fa?r with ye, as I gen?ally do with my niggers; and I?ll tell ye now, to begin with, you treat me fa?r, and I?ll treat you fa?r; I an?t never hard on my niggersCalculates to do the best for ?em I canNow, ye see, you?d better jest settle down comfortable, and not be tryin? no tricks; because nigger?s tricks of all sorts I?m up to, and it?s no useIf niggers is quiet, and don?t try to get off, they has good times with me; and if they don?t, why, it?s thar fault, and not mine Tom assured Haley that he had no present intentions of running offIn fact, the exhortation seemed rather a superfluous one to a man with a great pair of iron fetters on his feetHaley had got in the habit of commencing his relations with his stock with little exhortations of this nature, calculated, as he deemed, to inspire cheerfulness and confidence, and prevent the necessity of any unpleasant shop scenes

I had no answer for this, so was silentVan Helsing did not seem to notice my silenceAt any rate, he showed neither chagrin nor triumphHe was looking intently at the face of the dead woman, raising the eyelids and looking at the eyes, and once more opening the lips and examining the teethThen he turned to me and said, "Here, there is one thing which is different from all recordedHere is some dual life that is not as the commonShe was bitten by the vampire when she was in a trance, sleep-walking, oh, you startYou do not know that, friend John, but you shall know it later, and in trance could he best come to take more bloodIn trance she dies, and in trance she is UnDead, tooSo it is that she differ from all otherUsually when the UnDead sleep at home," as he spoke he made a comprehensive sweep of his arm to designate what to a vampire was 'home', "their face show what they are, but this so sweet that was when she not UnDead she go back to the nothings of the common deadThere is no malign there, see, and so it make hard that I must kill her in her sleep This turned my blood cold, and it began to dawn upon me that I was accepting Van Helsing's theoriesBut if she were really dead, what was there of terror in the idea of killing her? He looked up at me, and evidently saw the change in my face, for he said almost joyously, "Ah, you believe now?" I answered, "Do not press me too hard all at onceI am willing to acceptHow will you do this bloody work?" "I shall cut off her head and fill her mouth with garlic, and I shall drive a stake through her body It made me shudder to think of so mutilating the body of the woman whom I had lovedAnd yet the feeling was not so strong as I had expectedI was, in fact, beginning to shudder at the presence of this being, this UnDead, as Van Helsing called it, and to loathe itIs it possible that love is all subjective, or all objective? I waited a considerable time for Van Helsing to begin, but he stood as if wrapped in thoughtPresently he closed the catch of his bag with a snap, and said, "I have been thinking, and have made up my mind as to what is bestIf I did simply follow my inclining I would do now, at this moment, what is to be doneBut there are other things to follow, and things that are thousand times more difficult in that them we do not knowShe have yet no life taken, though that is of time, and to act now would be to take danger from her foreverBut then we may have to want Arthur, and how shall we tell him of this? If you, who saw the wounds on Lucy's throat, and saw the wounds so similar on the child's at the hospital, if you, who saw the coffin empty last night and full today with a woman who have not change only to be more rose and more beautiful in a whole week, after she die, if you know of this and know of the white figure last night that brought the child to the churchyard, and yet of your own senses you did not believe, how then, can I expect Arthur, who know none of those things, to believe? "He doubted me when I took him from her kiss when she was dyingI know he has forgiven me because in some mistaken idea I have done things that prevent him say goodbye as he ought, and he may think that in some more mistaken idea this woman was buried alive, and that in most mistake of all we have killed herHe will then argue back that it is we, mistaken ones, that have killed her by our ideas, and so he will be much unhappy alwaysYet he never can be sure, and that is the worst of allAnd he will sometimes think that she he loved was buried alive, and that will paint his dreams with horrors of what she must have suffered, and again, he will think that we may be right, and that his so beloved was, after all, an UnDeadNo! I told him once, and since then I learn muchNow, since I know it is all true, a hundred thousand times more do I know that he must pass through the bitter waters to reach the sweetHe, poor fellow, must have one hour that will make the very face of heaven grow black to him, then we can act for good all round and send him peaceYou return home for tonight to your asylum, and see that all be wellAs for me, I shall spend the night here in this churchyard in my own wayTomorrow night you will come to me to the Berkeley Hotel at ten of the clockI shall send for Arthur to come too, and also that so fine young man of America that gave his bloodLater we shall all have work to doI come with you so far as Piccadilly and there dine, for I must be back here before the sun set So we locked the tomb and came away, and got over the wall of the churchyard, which was not much of a task, and drove back to Piccadilly NOTE LEFT BY VAN HELSING IN HIS PORTMANTEAU, BERKELEY HOTEL DIRECTED TO JOHN SEWARD, shop M

So, with an attempt to argue of which I was even at the moment ashamed, I said, "She may have been placed here since last night "Indeed? That is so, and by whom?" "I do not know "And yet she has been dead one weekMost peoples in that time would not look so I had no answer for this, so was silentVan Helsing did not seem to notice my silenceAt any rate, he showed neither chagrin nor triumphHe was looking intently at the face of the dead woman, raising the eyelids and looking at the eyes, and once more opening the lips and examining the teethThen he turned to me and said, "Here, there is one thing which is different from all recordedHere is some dual life that is not as the commonShe was bitten by the vampire when she was in a trance, sleep-walking, oh, you startYou do not know that, friend John, but you shall know it later, and in trance could he best come to take more bloodIn trance she dies, and in trance she is UnDead, tooSo it is that she differ from all otherUsually when the UnDead sleep at home," as he spoke he made a comprehensive sweep of his arm to designate what to a vampire was 'home', "their face show what they are, but this so sweet that was when she not UnDead she go back to the nothings of the common deadThere is no malign there, see, and so it make hard that I must kill her in her sleep This turned my blood cold, and it began to dawn upon me that I was accepting Van Helsing's theoriesBut if she were really dead, what was there of terror in the idea of killing her? He looked up at me, and evidently saw the change in my face, for he said almost joyously, "Ah, you believe now?" I answered, "Do not press me too hard all at onceI am willing to acceptHow will you do this bloody work?" "I shall cut off her head and fill her mouth with garlic, and I shall drive a stake through her body It made me shudder to think of so mutilating the body of the woman whom I had lovedAnd yet the feeling was not so strong as I had expectedI was, in fact, beginning to shudder at the presence of this being, this UnDead, as Van Helsing called it, and to loathe itIs it possible that love is all subjective, or all objective? I waited a considerable time for Van Helsing to begin, but he stood as if wrapped in thoughtPresently he closed the catch of his bag with a snap, and said, "I have been thinking, and have made up my mind as to what is bestIf I did simply follow my inclining I would do now, at this moment, what is to be doneBut there are other things to follow, and things that are thousand times more difficult in that them we do not knowShe have yet no life taken, though that is of time, and to act now would be to take danger from her foreverBut then we may have to want Arthur, and how shall we tell him of this? If you, who saw the wounds on Lucy's throat, and saw the wounds so similar on the child's at the hospital, if you, who saw the coffin empty last night and full today with a woman who have not change only to be more rose and more beautiful in a whole week, after she die, if you know of this and know of the white figure last night that brought the child to the churchyard, and yet of your own senses you did not believe, how then, can I expect Arthur, who know none of those things, to believe? "He doubted me when I took him from her kiss when she was dyingI know he has forgiven me because in some mistaken idea I have done things that prevent him say goodbye as he ought, and he may think that in some more mistaken idea this woman was buried alive, and that in most mistake of all we have killed herHe will then argue back that it is we, mistaken ones, that have killed her by our ideas, and so he will be much unhappy alwaysYet he never can be sure, and that is the worst of allAnd he will sometimes think that she he loved was buried alive, and that will paint his dreams with horrors of what she must have suffered, and again, he will think that we may be right, and that his so beloved was, after all, an UnDeadNo! I told him once, and since then I learn muchNow, since I know it is all true, a hundred thousand times more do I know that he must pass through the bitter waters to reach the sweetHe, poor fellow, must have one hour that will make the very face of heaven grow black to him, then we can act for good all round and send him peaceYou return home for tonight to your asylum, and see that all be wellAs for me, I shall spend the night here in this churchyard in my own wayTomorrow night you will come to me to the Berkeley Hotel at ten of the clockI shall send for Arthur to come too, and also that so fine young man of America that gave his shop blood

?I do see,? said Marks?Besides, if she?s got took in, ?tan?t no go, neitherDogs is no ?count in these yer up states where these critters gets carried; of course, ye can?t get on their trackThey only does down in plantations, where niggers, when they runs, has to do their own running, and don?t get no help ?Well,? said Loker, who had just stepped out to the bar to make some inquiries, ?they say the man?s come with the boat; so, Marks?? That worthy cast a rueful look at the comfortable quarters he was leaving, but slowly rose to obeyAfter exchanging a few words of further arrangement, Haley, with visible reluctance, handed over the fifty dollars to Tom, and the worthy trio separated for the night If any of our refined and Christian readers object to the society into which this scene introduces them, let us beg them to begin and conquer their prejudices in timeThe catching business, we beg to remind them, is rising to the dignity of a lawful and patriotic professionIf all the broad land between the Mississippi and the Pacific becomes one great market for bodies and souls, and human property retains the locomotive tendencies of this nineteenth century, the trader and catcher may yet be among our aristocracy While this scene was going on at the tavern, Sam and Andy, in a state of high felicitation, pursued their way home Sam was in the highest possible feather, and expressed his exultation by all sorts of supernatural howls and ejaculations, by divers odd motions and contortions of his whole systemSometimes he would sit backward, with his face to the horse?s tail and sides, and then, with a whoop and a somerset, come right side up in his place again, and, drawing on a grave face, begin to lecture Andy in high-sounding tones for laughing and playing the foolAnon, slapping his sides with his arms, he would burst forth in peals of laughter, that made the old woods ring as they passedWith all these evolutions, he contrived to keep the horses up to the top of their speed, until, between ten and eleven, their heels resounded on the gravel at the end of the balconyShelby flew to the railings ?Is that you, Sam? Where are they?? ?Mas?r Haley ?s a-restin? at the tavern; he?s drefful fatigued, Missis ?And Eliza, Sam?? ?Wal, she?s clar ?cross JordanAs a body may say, in the land o? Canaan ?Why, Sam, what do you mean?? said MrsShelby, breathless, and almost faint, as the possible meaning of these words came over her ?Wal, Missis, de Lord he persarves his ownLizy?s done gone over the river into ?Hio, as ?markably as if de Lord took her over in a charrit of fire and two hosses Sam?s vein of piety was always uncommonly fervent in his mistress? presence; and he made great capital of scriptural figures and images ?Come up here, Sam,? said MrShelby, who had followed on to the verandah, ?and tell your mistress what she wantsCome, come, Emily,? said he, passing his arm round her, ?you are cold and all in a shiver; you allow yourself to feel too much ?Feel too much! Am not I a woman,?a mother? Are we not both responsible to God for this poor girl? My God! lay not this sin to our charge ?What sin, Emily? You see yourself that we have only done what we were obliged to ?There?s an awful feeling of guilt about it, though,? said Mrs?I can?t reason it away ?Here, Andy, you nigger, be alive!? called Sam, under the verandah; ?take these yer hosses to der barn; don?t ye hear Mas?r a callin??? and Sam soon appeared, palm-leaf in hand, at the parlor door ?Now, Sam, tell us distinctly how the matter was,? said Mr?Where is Eliza, if you know?? ?Wal, Mas?r, I saw her, with my own eyes, a crossin? on the floatin? iceShe crossed most ?markably; it wasn?t no less nor a miracle; and I saw a man help her up the ?Hio side, and then she was lost in the dusk ?Sam, I think this rather apocryphal,?this miracleCrossing on floating ice isn?t so easily done,? said Mr ?Easy! couldn?t nobody a done it, without de LordWhy, now,? said Sam, ??t was jist dis yer wayMas?r Haley, and me, and Andy, we comes up to de little tavern by the river, and I rides a leetle ahead,?(I?s so zealous to be a cotchin? Lizy, that I couldn?t hold in, no way),?and when I comes by the tavern winder, sure enough there she was, right in plain sight, and dey diggin? on behindWal, I loses off my hat, and sings out nuff to raise the shop dead