Chapter 18
30 September.--I got home at five o'clock, and found that Godalming and Morris
had not only arrived, but had already studied the transcript of the various diaries
and letters which Harker had not yet returned from his visit to the carriers' men,
of whom Dr. Hennessey had written to me. Mrs. Harker gave us a cup of tea, and
I can honestly say that, for the first time since I have lived in it, this old house
seemed like home. When we had finished, Mrs. Harker said,
"Dr. Seward, may I ask a favor? I want to see your patient, Mr. Renfield. Do let
me see him. What you have said of him in your diary interests me so much!"
She looked so appealing and so pretty that I could not refuse her, and there was
no possible reason why I should, so I took her with me. When I went into the
room, I told the man that a lady would like to see him, to which he simply
answered, "Why?"
"She is going through the house, and wants to see every one in it," I answered.
"Oh, very well," he said, "let her come in, by all means, but just wait a minute till I
tidy up the place."
His method of tidying was peculiar, he simply swallowed all the flies and spiders
in the boxes before I could stop him. It was quite evident that he feared, or was
jealous of, some interference. When he had got through his disgusting task, he
said cheerfully, "Let the lady come in," and sat down on the edge of his bed with
his head down, but with his eyelids raised so that he could see her as she
entered. For a moment I thought that he might have some homicidal intent. I
remembered how quiet he had been just before he attacked me in my own study,
and I took care to stand where I could seize him at once if he attempted to make
a spring at her.
She came into the room with an easy gracefulness which would at once
command the respect of any lunatic, for easiness is one of the qualities mad
people most respect. She walked over to him, smiling pleasantly, and held out
her hand.
"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."
Mrs. Harker smiled sweetly as she replied, "Oh no! I have a husband of my own,
to whom I was married before I ever saw Dr. Seward, or he me. I am Mrs.
"Then what are you doing here?"
"My husband and I are staying on a visit with Dr. Seward."
"Then don't stay."
"But why not?"