I went back to the room,and found Van Helsing looking at poor Lucy,and his face was sterner than ever.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.”
CHAPTER XIII
DR. SEWARD’S DIARY--_continued_.
The funeral was arranged for the next succeeding day,so that Lucy and her mother might be buried together.I attended to all the ghastly formalities,and the urbane undertaker proved that his staff were afflicted--or blessed--with something of his own obsequious suavity. Even the woman who performed the last offices for the dead remarked to me, in a confidential, brother-professional way, when she had come out from the death-chamber:--
“She makes a very beautiful corpse, sir.It’s quite a privilege to attend on her.It’s not too much to say that she will do credit to our establishment!”
I noticed that Van Helsing never kept far away.This was possible from the disordered state of things in the household.There were no relatives at hand;and as Arthur had to be back the next day to attend at his father’s funeral,we were unable to notify any one who should have been bidden.Under the circumstances,Van Helsing and I took it upon ourselves to examine papers,etc. He insisted upon looking over Lucy’s papers himself.I asked him why, for I feared that he,being a foreigner, might not be quite aware of English legal requirements,and so might in ignorance make some unnecessary trouble. He answered me:--
“I know; I know. You forget that I am a lawyer as well as a doctor.But this is not altogether for the law. You knew that,when you avoided the coroner.I have more than him to avoid.There may be papers more--such as this.”
As he spoke he took from his pocket-book the memorandum which had been in Lucy’s breast, and which she had torn in her sleep.
“When you find anything of the solicitor who is for the late Mrs.Westenra, seal all her papers, and write him to-night.For me, I watch here in the room and in Miss Lucy’s old room all night,and I myself search for what may be.It is not well that her very thoughts go into the hands of strangers. ”
I went on with my part of the work,and in another half hour had found the name and address of Mrs.Westenra’s solicitor and had written to him.All the poor lady’s papers were in order;explicit directions regarding the place of burial were given.I had hardly sealed the letter, when, to my surprise,Van Helsing walked into the room, saying:--
“Can I help you, friend John?I am free, and if I may, my service is to you.”
“Have you got what you looked for?” I asked, to which he replied:--
“I did not look for any specific thing.I only hoped to find, and find I have,all that there was--only some letters and a few memoranda,and a diary new begun. But I have them here,and we shall for the present say nothing of them.I shall see that poor lad to-morrow evening, and,with his sanction, I shall use some.”
When we had finished the work in hand, he said to me:--
“And now, friend John, I think we may to bed.We want sleep, both you and I, and rest to recuperate.To-morrow we shall have much to do,but for the to-night there is no need of us. Alas!”
Before turning in we went to look at poor Lucy.The undertaker had certainly done his work well,for the room was turned into a small _chapelle ardente_.There was a wilderness of beautiful white flowers,and death was made as little repulsive as might be.The end of the winding-sheet was laid over the face;when the Professor bent over and turned it gently back,we both started at the beauty before us,the tall wax candles showing a sufficient light to note it well.All Lucy’s loveliness had come back to her in death,and the hours that had passed,instead of leaving traces of “decay’s effacing fingers,” had but restored the beauty of life,till positively I could not believe my eyes that I was looking at a corpse.
The Professor looked sternly grave.He had not loved her as I had,and there was no need for tears in his eyes.He said to me: “Remain till I return,” and left the room.He came back with a handful of wild garlic from the box waiting in the hall,but which had not been opened,and placed the flowers amongst the others on and around the bed.Then he took from his neck, inside his collar,a little gold crucifix, and placed it over the mouth.He restored the sheet to its place, and we came away.
I was undressing in my own room, when,with a premonitory tap at the door, he entered,and at once began to speak:--
“To-morrow I want you to bring me, before night,a set of post-mortem knives.”
“Must we make an autopsy?” I asked.
“Yes and no. I want to operate, but not as you think.Let me tell you now, but not a word to another.I want to cut off her head and take out her heart. Ah!you a surgeon, and so shocked!You, whom I have seen with no tremble of hand or heart,do operations of life and death that make the rest shudder.Oh, but I must not forget, my dear friend John,that you loved her; and I have not forgotten it,for it is I that shall operate, and you must only help.I would like to do it to-night,but for Arthur I must not;he will be free after his father’s funeral to-morrow,and he will want to see her--to see _it_. Then,when she is coffined ready for the next day,you and I shall come when all sleep.We shall unscrew the coffin-lid,and shall do our operation: and then replace all,so that none know, save we alone.”
“But why do it at all?The girl is dead. Why mutilate her poor body without need?And if there is no necessity for a post-mortem and nothing to gain by it--no good to her, to us, to science, to human knowledge--why do it?Without such it is monstrous.”
For answer he put his hand on my shoulder, and said,with infinite tenderness:--
“Friend John, I pity your poor bleeding heart;and I love you the more because it does so bleed.If I could, I would take on myself the burden that you do bear.But there are things that you know not,but that you shall know, and bless me for knowing,though they are not pleasant things. John, my child,you have been my friend now many years,and yet did you ever know me to do any without good cause?I may err--I am but man; but I believe in all I do.Was it not for these causes that you send for me when the great trouble came?Yes!Were you not amazed, nay horrified,when I would not let Arthur kiss his love--though she was dying--and snatched him away by all my strength?Yes!And yet you saw how she thanked me,with her so beautiful dying eyes, her voice, too,so weak, and she kiss my rough old hand and bless me?Yes!And did you not hear me swear promise to her,that so she closed her eyes grateful?Yes!