He did not, however, betray himself.

He nodded slightly and said, "Go on," in a low voice.
Renfield proceeded.

"He came up to the window in the mist, as I had seen him often before, but he was solid then, not a ghost, and his eyes were fierce like a man's when angry.

He was laughing with his red mouth, the sharp white teeth glinted in the moonlight when he turned to look back over the belt of trees, to where the dogs were barking.

I wouldn't ask him to come in at first, though I knew he wanted to, just as he had wanted all along.