A dark mass spread over the grass, coming on like the shape of a flame of fire.

And then He moved the mist to the right and left, and I could see that there were thousands of rats with their eyes blazing red, like His only smaller.

He held up his hand, and they all stopped, and I thought he seemed to be saying, 'All these lives will I give you, ay, and many more and greater, through countless ages, if you will fall down and worship me!' And then a red cloud, like the colour of blood, seemed to close over my eyes, and before I knew what I was doing, I found myself opening the sash and saying to Him, 'Come in, Lord and Master!' The rats were all gone, but He slid into the room through the sash, though it was only open an inch wide, just as the Moon herself has often come in through the tiniest crack and has stood before me in all her size and splendour." His voice was weaker, so I moistened his lips with the brandy again, and he continued, but it seemed as though his memory had gone on working in the interval for his story was further advanced.

I was about to call him back to the point, but Van Helsing whispered to me, "Let him go on.

Do not interrupt him.