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I was awakened by the Count, who looked at me as grimly as a man could look as he said, ‘Tomorrow, my friend, we must part. You return to your beautiful England, I to some work which may have such an end that we may never meet. Your letter home has been despatched. Tomorrow I shall not be here, but all shall be ready for your journey. In the morning come the Szigany, who have some labours of their own here, and also come some Slovaks. When they have gone, my carriage shall come for you, and shall bear you to the Borgo Pass to meet the diligence from Bukovina to Bistritz. But I am in hopes that I shall see more of you at Castle Dracula.’

I suspected him, and determined to test his sincerity. Sincerity! It seems like a profanation of the word to write it in connection with such a monster, so I asked him pointblank, ‘Why may I not go tonight?’

‘Because, dear sir, my coachman and horses are away on a mission.’

‘But I would walk with pleasure. I want to get away at once.’

He smiled, such a soft, smooth, diabolical smile that I knew there was some trick behind his smoothness. He said, ‘And your baggage?’

‘I do not care about it. I can send for it some other time.’

The Count stood up, and said, with a sweet courtesy which made me rub my eyes, it seemed so real, ‘You English have a saying which is close to my heart, for its spirit is that which rules our boyars, “Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.” Come with me, my dear young friend. Not an hour shall you wait in my house against your will, though sad am I at your going, and that you so suddenly desire it. Come!’ With a stately gravity, he, with the lamp, preceded me down the stairs and along the hall. Suddenly he stopped. ‘Hark!’

Close at hand came the howling of many wolves. It was almost as if the sound sprang up at the rising of his hand, just as the music of a great orchestra seems to leap under the baton of the conductor. After a pause of a moment, he proceeded, in his stately way, to the door, drew back the ponderous bolts, unhooked the heavy chains, and began to draw it open.

To my intense astonishment I saw that it was unlocked. Suspiciously, I looked all round, but could see no key of any kind.

As the door began to open, the howling of the wolves without grew louder and angrier. Their red jaws, with champing teeth, and their blunt-clawed feet as they leaped, came in through the opening door. I knew than that to struggle at the moment against the Count was useless. With such allies as these at his command, I could do nothing.

But still the door continued slowly to open, and only the Count’s body stood in the gap. Suddenly it struck me that this might be the moment and means of my doom. I was to be given to the wolves, and at my own instigation. There was a diabolical wickedness in the idea great enough for the Count, and as the last chance I cried out, ‘Shut the door! I shall wait till morning.’ And I covered my face with my hands to hide my tears of bitter disappointment.