on the sofa, reading, of all things in the world, an English Bradshaw’s Guide.  When I came in he cleared the books and papers from the table, and with him I went into plans and deeds and figures of all sorts.  He was interested in everything, and asked me a myriad questions about the place and its surroundings.  He clearly had studied beforehand all he could get on the subject of the neighbourhood, for he evidently at the end knew very much more than I did.  When I remarked this, he answered.

“Well, but, my friend, is it not needful that I should?  When I go there I shall be all alone, and my friend Harker Jonathan, nay, pardon me.  I fall into my country’s habit of putting your patronymic first, my friend Jonathan Harker will not be by my side to correct and aid me.  He will be in Exeter, miles away, probably working at papers of the law with my other friend, Peter Hawkins.  So!”

We went thoroughly into the business of the purchase of the estate at Purfleet.  When I had told him the facts and got his signature to the necessary papers, and had written a letter with them ready to post to Mr. Hawkins, he began to ask me how I had come across so suitable a place.  I read to him the notes which I had made at the time, and which I inscribe here.

“At Purfleet, on a byroad, I came across just such a place as seemed to be required, and where was displayed a dilapidated notice that the place was for sale.  It was surrounded by a high wall, of ancient structure, built of heavy stones, and has not been repaired for a large number of years.  The closed gates are of heavy old oak and iron, all eaten with rust.

“The estate is called Carfax, no doubt a corruption of the old Quatre Face, as the house is four sided, agreeing with the cardinal points of the compass.  It contains in all some twenty acres, quite surrounded by the solid stone wall above mentioned.  There are many trees on it, which make it in places gloomy, and there is a deep, dark-looking pond or small lake, evidently fed by some springs, as the water is clear and flows away in a fair-sized stream.  The house is very large and of all periods back, I should say, to mediaeval times, for one part is of stone immensely thick, with only a few windows high up and heavily barred with iron.  It looks like part of a keep, and is close to an old chapel or church.  I could not enter it, as I had not the key of the door leading to it from the house, but I have taken with my Kodak views of it from various points.  The house had been added to, but in a very straggling way, and I can only guess at the amount of ground it covers, which must be very great.  There are but few houses close at hand, one being a very large house only recently added to and formed into a private lunatic asylum.  It is not, however, visible from the grounds.”