Whilst he was speaking, Jonathan had taken my hand. I feared, oh
so much, that the appalling nature of our danger was overcoming him
when I saw his hand stretch out, but it was life to me to feel its
touch, so strong, so self reliant, so resolute. A brave man's hand
can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear
its music.
When the Professor had done speaking my husband looked in my
eyes, and I in his, there was no need for speaking between us.
"I answer for Mina and myself," he said.
"Count me in, Professor," said Mr. Quincey Morris, laconically
as usual.
"I am with you," said Lord Godalming, "for Lucy's sake, if for
no other reason."
Dr. Seward simply nodded.
The Professor stood up and, after laying his golden crucifix on
the table, held out his hand on
