Her struggle back into life was something frightful to see and hear.

However, the action of both heart and lungs improved, and Van Helsing made a sub-cutaneous injection of morphia, as before, and with good effect.

Her faint became a profound slumber.

The Professor watched whilst I went downstairs with Quincey Morris, and sent one of the maids to pay off one of the cabmen who were waiting.
I left Quincey lying down after having a glass of wine, and told the cook to get ready a good breakfast.

Then a thought struck me, and I went back to the room where Lucy now was.