“I did not say she was alive, my child.  I did not think it.  I go no further than to say that she might be UnDead.”

“UnDead!  Not alive!  What do you mean?  Is this all a nightmare, or what is it?”

“There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.  Believe me, we are now on the verge of one.  But I have not done.  May I cut off the head of dead Miss Lucy?”

“Heavens and earth, no!” cried Arthur in a storm of passion.  “Not for the wide world will I consent to any mutilation of her dead body.  Dr. Van Helsing, you try me too far.  What have I done to you that you should torture me so?  What did that poor, sweet girl do that you should want to cast such dishonour on her grave?  Are you mad, that you speak of such things, or am I mad to listen to them?  Don’t dare think more of such a desecration.  I shall not give my consent to anything you do.  I have a duty to do in protecting her grave from outrage, and by God, I shall do it!”

Van Helsing rose up from where he had all the time been seated, and said, gravely and sternly, “My Lord Godalming, I too, have a duty to do, a duty to others, a duty to you, a duty to the dead, and by God, I shall do it!  All I ask you now is that you come with me, that you look and listen, and if when later I make the same request you do not be more eager for its fulfillment even than I am, then, I shall do my duty, whatever it may seem to me.  And then, to follow your Lordship’s wishes I shall hold myself at your disposal to render an account to you, when and where you will.”  His voice broke a little, and he went on with a voice full of pity.

“But I beseech you, do not go forth in anger with me.  In a long life of acts which were often not pleasant to do, and which sometimes did wring my heart, I have never had so heavy a task as now.  Believe me that if the time comes for you to change your mind towards me, one look from you will wipe away all this so sad hour, for I would do what a man can to save you from sorrow.  Just think.  For why should I give myself so much labor and so much of sorrow?  I have come here from my own land to do what I can of good, at the first to please my friend John, and then to help a sweet young lady, whom too, I come to love.  For her, I am ashamed to say so much, but I say it in kindness, I gave what you gave, the blood of my veins.  I gave it, I who was not, like you, her lover, but only her physician and her friend.  I gave her my nights and days, before death, after death, and if my death can do her good even now, when she is the dead UnDead, she shall have it freely.”  He said this with a very grave, sweet pride, and Arthur was much affected by it.

He took the old man’s hand and said in a broken voice, “Oh, it is hard to think of it, and I cannot understand, but at least I shall go with you and wait.”

CHAPTER 16