I kept my eyes fixed on Lucy, as did Van Helsing, and we saw a spasm as of
rage flit like a shadow over her face. The sharp teeth clamped together. Then her
eyes closed, and she breathed heavily.
Very shortly after she opened her eyes in all their softness, and putting out her
poor, pale, thin hand, took Van Helsing's great brown one, drawing it close to her,
she kissed it. "My true friend," she said, in a faint voice, but with untellable
pathos, "My true friend, and his! Oh, guard him, and give me peace!"
"I swear it!" he said solemnly, kneeling beside her and holding up his hand, as
one who registers an oath. Then he turned to Arthur, and said to him, "Come, my
child, take her hand in yours, and kiss her on the forehead, and only once."
Their eyes met instead of their lips, and so they parted. Lucy's eyes closed, and
Van Helsing, who had been watching closely, took Arthur's arm, and drew him
And then Lucy's breathing became stertorous again, and all at once it ceased.
"It is all over," said Van Helsing. "She is dead!"
I took Arthur by the arm, and led him away to the drawing room, where he sat
down, and covered his face with his hands, sobbing in a way that nearly broke
me down to see.
I went back to the room, and found Van Helsing looking at poor Lucy, and his
face was sterner than eve. Some change had come over her body. Death had
given back part of her beauty, for her brow and cheeks had recovered some of
their flowing lines. Even the lips had lost their deadly pallor. It was as if the blood,
no longer needed for the working of the heart, had gone to make the harshness
of death as little rude as might be.
"We thought her dying whilst she slept, And sleeping when she died."
I stood beside Van Helsing, and said, "Ah well, poor girl, there is peace for her at
last. It is the end!"
He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity, "Not so, alas! Not so. It is only
the beginning!"
When I asked him what he meant, he only shook his head and answered, "We
can do nothing as yet. Wait and see."