Van Helsing whispered to me, “Jonathan is in a stupor such as we know the Vampire can produce.  We can do nothing with poor Madam Mina for a few moments till she recovers herself.  I must wake him!”

He dipped the end of a towel in cold water and with it began to flick him on the face, his wife all the while holding her face between her hands and sobbing in a way that was heart breaking to hear.  I raised the blind, and looked out of the window.  There was much moonshine, and as I looked I could see Quincey Morris run across the lawn and hide himself in the shadow of a great yew tree.  It puzzled me to think why he was doing this.  But at the instant I heard Harker’s quick exclamation as he woke to partial consciousness, and turned to the bed.  On his face, as there might well be, was a look of wild amazement.  He seemed dazed for a few seconds, and then full consciousness seemed to burst upon him all at once, and he started up.

His wife was aroused by the quick movement, and turned to him with her arms stretched out, as though to embrace him.  Instantly, however, she drew them in again, and putting her elbows together, held her hands before her face, and shuddered till the bed beneath her shook.

“In God’s name what does this mean?” Harker cried out.  “Dr. Seward, Dr. Van Helsing, what is it?  What has happened?  What is wrong?  Mina, dear what is it?  What does that blood mean?  My God, my God!  Has it come to this!” And, raising himself to his knees, he beat his hands wildly together.  “Good God help us!  Help her!  Oh, help her!”

With a quick movement he jumped from bed, and began to pull on his clothes, all the man in him awake at the need for instant exertion.  “What has happened?  Tell me all about it!” he cried without pausing.  “Dr. Van Helsing, you love Mina, I know.  Oh, do something to save her.  It cannot have gone too far yet.  Guard her while I look for him!”

His wife, through her terror and horror and distress, saw some sure danger to him.  Instantly forgetting her own grief, she seized hold of him and cried out.

“No!  No!  Jonathan, you must not leave me.  I have suffered enough tonight, God knows, without the dread of his harming you.  You must stay with me.  Stay with these friends who will watch over you!” Her expression became frantic as she spoke.  And, he yielding to her, she pulled him down sitting on the bedside, and clung to him fiercely.

Van Helsing and I tried to calm them both.  The Professor held up his golden crucifix, and said with wonderful calmness, “Do not fear, my dear.  We are here, and whilst this is close to you no foul thing can approach.  You are safe for tonight, and we must be calm and take counsel together.”

She shuddered and was silent, holding down her head on her husband’s breast.  When she raised it, his white nightrobe was stained with blood where her lips had touched, and where the thin open wound in the neck had sent forth drops.  The instant she saw it she drew back, with a low wail, and whispered, amidst choking sobs.