DR. SEWARD'S DIARY
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
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. Harker."
"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?"