What are we to do for some one who will open his veins for her ?" "What's the matter with me, anyhow ?" The voice came from the sofa across the room, and its tones brought relief and joy to my heart, for they were those of Quincey Morris.
Van Helsing started angrily at the first sound, but his face softened and a glad look came into his eyes as I cried out, "Quincey Morris!" and rushed towards him with outstretched hands.
"What brought you here ?" I cried as our hands met.
"I guess Art is the cause." He handed me a telegram.--'Have not heard from Seward for three days, and am terribly anxious.

Cannot leave.

Father still in same condition.

Send me word how Lucy is.

Do not delay .-- Holmwood.' "I think I came just in the nick of time.