Later: I endorse what I have just written. But now I have absolutely no doubt. I will sleep well in any place that he is not. I have put the crucifix over the head of my bed. It will stay there. I think that my dreams are better because it it there.

When Dracula left me, I went to my room. Everything was quiet, so after a little while I came out of my room and went up the stone stairs to where I could look out at the view to the South. In the soft light the distant hills lost their shape, and the shadows in the valleys and gorges became velvety black. The view gave me more peace and comfort each time I breathed. As I leaned out the window, my attention was caught by something moving where the windows of the Count's own room looked out. My window was tall and deep, and though weatherworn, was still complete. I stepped back a little, so that I was hidden by the stones at the edge of the window, and looked carefully out.

I saw the Count's head coming out from the window. I did not see the face, but I knew who it was from the neck and the movement of his back and arms. Anyway I could not mistake the hands which I had studied so often. I was at first interested and somewhat amused, because it does not take much to amuse a man when he is a prisoner.