I shall provide.

You are weakened already." As he spoke he took off his coat and rolled up his shirtsleeve.
Again the operation.

Again the narcotic.

Again some return of colour to the ashy cheeks, and the regular breathing of healthy sleep.

This time I watched whilst Van Helsing recruited himself and rested.
Presently he took an opportunity of telling Mrs.Westenra that she must not remove anything from Lucy's room without consulting him.
That the flowers were of medicinal value, and that the breathing of their odour was a part of the system of cure.