She must have told him of her sleep-walking adventure on the cliff, and that I knew all about it, and now he wants me to tell him what I know, so that he may understand.

I hope I did right in not saying anything of it to Mrs.Westenra.

I should never forgive myself if any act of mine, were it even a negative one, brought harm on poor dear Lucy.

I hope too, Dr.Van Helsing will not blame me.

I have had so much trouble and anxiety of late that I feel I cannot bear more just at present.
I suppose a cry does us all good at times, clears the air as other rain does.