His father was now dead, and he could se that Lucy was very, very ill. One of us sat with Lucy all the time, and that night Arthur and Van Helsing slept in the sitting-room, while I watched over Lucy.
When Van Helsing came back up to me at six o’clock, Arthur was still asleep downstairs. Van Helsing went over to Lucy and looked at her. ‘The wounds on her neck have gone,’ he said. ‘She will soon be dead. Bring Arthur.’