Monthly Archives: August 2025
Lucy Westenra’s Diary. Hillingham, 24 August.—
I must imitate Mina, and keep writing things down. Then we can have long talks when we do meet. I wonder when it will be. I wish she were with me again, for I feel so unhappy.
Letter, Arthur Holmwood to Dr. Seward.“Albemarle Hotel, 31 August.
I want you to do me a favour. Lucy is ill; that is, she has no special disease, but she looks awful, and is getting worse every day. I have asked her if there is any cause; I do not dare to ask her mother, for to disturb the poor lady’s mind about her daughter in her present state of health would be fatal. Mrs. Westenra
25 de agosto.-
Otra mala noche. Mi madre parecía no tomar bien mi propuesta. Ella misma parece no estar demasiado bien, y sin duda teme preocuparme. Traté de mantenerme despierta y lo logré por un tiempo
23 August.—
The unexpected always happens.” How well Disraeli knew life. Our bird when he found the cage open would not fly, so all our subtle arrangements were for nought.
Dr. Seward’s Diary. 20 August.—
The case of Renfield grows even more interesting. He has now so far quieted that there are spells of cessation from his passion. For the first week after his attack he was perpetually violent.
Letter, Lucy Westenra to Mina Harker.“Whitby, 30 August.
Oceans of love and millions of kisses, and may you soon be in your own home with your husband. I wish you could be coming home soon enough to stay with us here.
Letter, Mina Harker to Lucy Westenra.“Buda-Pesth, 24 August.
“I know you will be anxious to hear all that has happened since we parted at the railway station at Whitby. Well, my dear, I got to Hull all right, and caught the boat to Hamburg, and then the train on here. I feel that I can hardly recall anything of the journey, except that I knew I was coming to Jonathan, and, that as I should have to do some nursing, I had better get all the sleep I could
Later.—
Glad I made the resolution; gladder that I kept to it. I had lain tossing about, and had heard the clock strike only twice, when the night-watchman came to me, sent up from the ward, to say that Renfield had escaped. I threw on my clothes and ran down at once; my patient is too dangerous a person to be roaming about.
Dr. Seward’s Diary. 19 August.—
Strange and sudden change in Renfield last night. About eight o’clock he began to get excited and sniff about as a dog does when setting. The attendant was struck by his manner, and knowing my interest in him