“Van Helsing has come and gone.He came on with me to Hillingham, and found that,by Lucy’s discretion, her mother was lunching out,so that we were alone with her.Van Helsing made a very careful examination of the patient.He is to report to me, and I shall advise you,for of course I was not present all the time. He is,I fear, much concerned, but says he must think.When I told him of our friendship and how you trust to me in the matter,he said: ‘You must tell him all you think.Tell him what I think, if you can guess it,if you will. Nay, I am not jesting. This is no jest,but life and death, perhaps more.’ I asked what he meant by that,for he was very serious.This was when we had come back to town,and he was having a cup of tea before starting on his return to Amsterdam.He would not give me any further clue.You must not be angry with me, Art,because his very reticence means that all his brains are working for her good.He will speak plainly enough when the time comes,be sure. So I told him I would simply write an account of our visit,just as if I were doing a descriptive special article for _The Daily Telegraph_. He seemed not to notice, but remarked that the smuts in London were not quite so bad as they used to be when he was a student here. I am to get his report to-morrow if he can possibly make it. In any case I am to have a letter.
“Well, as to the visit.Lucy was more cheerful than on the day I first saw her,and certainly looked better.She had lost something of the ghastly look that so upset you,and her breathing was normal.She was very sweet to the professor (as she always is),and tried to make him feel at ease;though I could see that the poor girl was making a hard struggle for it.I believe Van Helsing saw it, too,for I saw the quick look under his bushy brows that I knew of old.Then he began to chat of all things except ourselves and diseases and with such an infinite geniality that I could see poor Lucy’s pretense of animation merge into reality. Then, without any seeming change, he brought the conversation gently round to his visit, and suavely said:--
“‘My dear young miss,I have the so great pleasure because you are so much beloved.That is much, my dear,ever were there that which I do not see.They told me you were down in the spirit,and that you were of a ghastly pale. To them I say: “Pouf!”’ And he snapped his fingers at me and went on:‘But you and I shall show them how wrong they are.How can he’--and he pointed at me with the same look and gesture as that with which once he pointed me out to his class, on, or rather after, a particular occasion which he never fails to remind me of--‘know anything of a young ladies?He has his madmans to play with,and to bring them back to happiness,and to those that love them. It is much to do, and, oh,but there are rewards,in that we can bestow such happiness.But the young ladies!He has no wife nor daughter,and the young do not tell themselves to the young,but to the old, like me,who have known so many sorrows and the causes of them.So, my dear, we will send him away to smoke the cigarette in the garden,whiles you and I have little talk all to ourselves.’ I took the hint, and strolled about,and presently the professor came to the window and called me in.He looked grave, but said:‘I have made careful examination,but there is no functional cause.With you I agree that there has been much blood lost;it has been, but is not.But the conditions of her are in no way anæmic.I have asked her to send me her maid,that I may ask just one or two question,that so I may not chance to miss nothing.I know well what she will say. And yet there is cause;there is always cause for everything.I must go back home and think.You must send to me the telegram every day;and if there be cause I shall come again.The disease--for not to be all well is a disease--interest me,and the sweet young dear, she interest me too.She charm me, and for her, if not for you or disease, I come.’
“As I tell you, he would not say a word more,even when we were alone. And so now, Art,you know all I know. I shall keep stern watch.I trust your poor father is rallying.It must be a terrible thing to you, my dear old fellow,to be placed in such a position between two people who are both so dear to you.I know your idea of duty to your father,and you are right to stick to it; but, if need be,I shall send you word to come at once to Lucy;so do not be over-anxious unless you hear from me.”
_Dr. Seward’s Diary._
_4 September._--Zoöphagous patient still keeps up our interest in him.He had only one outburst and that was yesterday at an unusual time.Just before the stroke of noon he began to grow restless.The attendant knew the symptoms,and at once summoned aid.Fortunately the men came at a run,and were just in time,for at the stroke of noon he became so violent that it took all their strength to hold him. In about five minutes, however, he began to get more and more quiet, and finally sank into a sort of melancholy, in which state he has remained up to now. The attendant tells me that his screams whilst in the paroxysm were really appalling; I found my hands full when I got in, attending to some of the other patients who were frightened by him. Indeed, I can quite understand the effect, for the sounds disturbed even me, though I was some distance away. It is now after the dinner-hour of the asylum, and as yet my patient sits in a corner brooding, with a dull, sullen, woe-begone look in his face, which seems rather to indicate than to show something directly. I cannot quite understand it.
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_Later._--Another change in my patient.At five o’clock I looked in on him,and found him seemingly as happy and contented as he used to be.He was catching flies and eating them,and was keeping note of his capture by making nail-marks on the edge of the door between the ridges of padding. When he saw me, he came over and apologised for his bad conduct, and asked me in a very humble, cringing way to be led back to his own room and to have his note-book again. I thought it well to humour him: so he is back in his room with the window open. He has the sugar of his tea spread out on the window-sill, and is reaping quite a harvest of flies. He is not now eating them, but putting them into a box, as of old, and is already examining the corners of his room to find a spider. I tried to get him to talk about the past few days, for any clue to his thoughts would be of immense help to me; but he would not rise. For a moment or two he looked very sad, and said in a sort of far-away voice, as though saying it rather to himself than to me:--
“All over!all over!He has deserted me. No hope for me now unless I do it for myself!” Then suddenly turning to me in a resolute way,he said: “Doctor, won’t you be very good to me and let me have a little more sugar?I think it would be good for me.”
“And the flies?” I said.
“Yes!The flies like it, too, and I like the flies;therefore I like it.” And there are people who know so little as to think that madmen do not argue.I procured him a double supply,and left him as happy a man as, I suppose,any in the world. I wish I could fathom his mind.
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