Lucy and I sat awhile, and it was all so beautiful before us that we took hands as we sat, and she told me all over again about Arthur and their coming marriage.  That made me just a little heart-sick, for I haven’t heard from Jonathan for a whole month.

The same day.  I came up here alone, for I am very sad.  There was no letter for me.  I hope there cannot be anything the matter with Jonathan.  The clock has just struck nine.  I see the lights scattered all over the town, sometimes in rows where the streets are, and sometimes singly.  They run right up the Esk and die away in the curve of the valley.  To my left the view is cut off by a black line of roof of the old house next to the abbey.  The sheep and lambs are bleating in the fields away behind me, and there is a clatter of donkeys’ hoofs up the paved road below.  The band on the pier is playing a harsh waltz in good time, and further along the quay there is a Salvation Army meeting in a back street.  Neither of the bands hears the other, but up here I hear and see them both.  I wonder where Jonathan is and if he is thinking of me!  I wish he were here.

DR. SEWARD’S DIARY

5 June.—­The case of Renfield grows more interesting the more I get to understand the man.  He has certain qualities very largely developed, selfishness, secrecy, and purpose.

I wish I could get at what is the object of the latter.  He seems to have some settled scheme of his own, but what it is I do not know.  His redeeming quality is a love of animals, though, indeed, he has such curious turns in it that I sometimes imagine he is only abnormally cruel.  His pets are of odd sorts.

Just now his hobby is catching flies.  He has at present such a quantity that I have had myself to expostulate.  To my astonishment, he did not break out into a fury, as I expected, but took the matter in simple seriousness.  He thought for a moment, and then said, “May I have three days?  I shall clear them away.”  Of course, I said that would do.  I must watch him.

18 June.—­He has turned his mind now to spiders, and has got several very big fellows in a box.  He keeps feeding them his flies, and the number of the latter is becoming sensibly diminished, although he has used half his food in attracting more flies from outside to his room.

1 July.—­His spiders are now becoming as great a nuisance as his flies, and today I told him that he must get rid of them.

He looked very sad at this, so I said that he must some of them, at all events.  He cheerfully acquiesced in this, and I gave him the same time as before for reduction.

He disgusted me much while with him, for when a horrid blowfly, bloated with some carrion food, buzzed into the room, he caught it, held it exultantly for a few moments between his finger and thumb, and before I knew what he was going to do, put it in his mouth and ate it.