We had left behind the child in safety, and were tired.
So we all slept with more or less reality of sleep.
29 September, night .-- A little before twelve o'clock we three, Arthur, Quincey Morris, and myself, called for the Professor.

It was odd to notice that by common consent we had all put on black clothes.

Of course, Arthur wore black, for he was in deep mourning, but the rest of us wore it by instinct.

We got to the graveyard by half-past one, and strolled about, keeping out of official observation, so that when the gravediggers had completed their task and the sexton, under the belief that every one had gone, had locked the gate, we had the place all to ourselves.

Van Helsing, instead of his little black bag, had with him a long leather one, something like a cricketing bag.