Since, however, Dr.Van Helsing has been with me, all this bad dreaming seems to have passed away.

The noises that used to frighten me out of my wits, the flapping against the windows, the distant voices which seemed so close to me, the harsh sounds that came from I know not where and commanded me to do I know not what, have all ceased.

I go to bed now without any fear of sleep.

I do not even try to keep awake.

I have grown quite fond of the garlic, and a boxful arrives for me every day from Haarlem.