He moved convulsively, and as he did so, said, "I'll be quiet, Doctor.

Tell them to take off the strait waistcoat.

I have had a terrible dream, and it has left me so weak that I cannot move.

What's wrong with my face?
It feels all swollen, and it smarts dreadfully." He tried to turn his head, but even with the effort his eyes seemed to grow glassy again so I gently put it back.

Then Van Helsing said in a quiet grave tone, "Tell us your dream, Mr.Renfield." As he heard the voice his face brightened, through its mutilation, and he said, "That is Dr.Van Helsing.