I duly relieved Van Helsing in his watch over Lucy.  We wanted Arthur to go to rest also, but he refused at first.  It was only when I told him that we should want him to help us during the day, and that we must not all break down for want of rest, lest Lucy should suffer, that he agreed to go.

Van Helsing was very kind to him.  “Come, my child,” he said.  “Come with me.  You are sick and weak, and have had much sorrow and much mental pain, as well as that tax on your strength that we know of.  You must not be alone, for to be alone is to be full of fears and alarms.  Come to the drawing room, where there is a big fire, and there are two sofas.  You shall lie on one, and I on the other, and our sympathy will be comfort to each other, even though we do not speak, and even if we sleep.”

Arthur went off with him, casting back a longing look on Lucy’s face, which lay in her pillow, almost whiter than the lawn.  She lay quite still, and I looked around the room to see that all was as it should be.  I could see that the Professor had carried out in this room, as in the other, his purpose of using the garlic.  The whole of the window sashes reeked with it, and round Lucy’s neck, over the silk handkerchief which Van Helsing made her keep on, was a rough chaplet of the same odorous flowers.

Lucy was breathing somewhat stertorously, and her face was at its worst, for the open mouth showed the pale gums.  Her teeth, in the dim, uncertain light, seemed longer and sharper than they had been in the morning.  In particular, by some trick of the light, the canine teeth looked longer and sharper than the rest.

I sat down beside her, and presently she moved uneasily.  At the same moment there came a sort of dull flapping or buffeting at the window.  I went over to it softly, and peeped out by the corner of the blind.  There was a full moonlight, and I could see that the noise was made by a great bat, which wheeled around, doubtless attracted by the light, although so dim, and every now and again struck the window with its wings.  When I came back to my seat, I found that Lucy had moved slightly, and had torn away the garlic flowers from her throat.  I replaced them as well as I could, and sat watching her.

Presently she woke, and I gave her food, as Van Helsing had prescribed.  She took but a little, and that languidly.  There did not seem to be with her now the unconscious struggle for life and strength that had hitherto so marked her illness.  It struck me as curious that the moment she became conscious she pressed the garlic flowers close to her.  It was certainly odd that whenever she got into that lethargic state, with the stertorous breathing, she put the flowers from her, but that when she waked she clutched them close, There was no possibility of making any mistake about this, for in the long hours that followed, she had many spells of sleeping and waking and repeated both actions many times.