I know, and you know, and the other doctor who attended her knows, that Mrs.Westenra had disease of the heart, and we can certify that she died of it.

Let us fill up the certificate at once, and I shall take it myself to the registrar and go on to the undertaker." "Good, oh my friend John! Well thought of! Truly Miss Lucy, if she be sad in the foes that beset her, is at least happy in the friends that love her.

One, two, three, all open their veins for her, besides one old man.

Ah, yes, I know, friend John.

I am not blind! I love you all the more for it! Now go." In the hall I met Quincey Morris, with a telegram for Arthur telling him that Mrs.Westenra was dead, that Lucy also had been ill, but was now going on better, and that Van Helsing and I were with her.