Mrs.Harker's hypnotic report this morning was the same as usual, so it is possible that we may get news at any moment.

We men are all in a fever of excitement, except Harker, who is calm.

His hands are cold as ice, and an hour ago I found him whetting the edge of the great Ghoorka knife which he now always carries with him.

It will be a bad lookout for the Count if the edge of that "Kukri" ever touches his throat, driven by that stern, ice-cold hand! Van Helsing and I were a little alarmed about Mrs.Harker today.
About noon she got into a sort of lethargy which we did not like.
Although we kept silence to the others, we were neither of us happy about it.

She had been restless all the morning, so that we were at first glad to know that she was sleeping.