LUCY WESTENRA'S DIARY
Hillingham, 24 August.—I must imitate Mina, and keep writing
things down. Then we can have long talks when we do meet. I wonder
when it will be. I wish she were with me again, for I feel so
unhappy. Last night I seemed to be dreaming again just as I was at
Whitby. Perhaps it is the change of air, or getting home again. It
is all dark and horrid to me, for I can remember nothing. But I am
full of vague fear, and I feel so weak and worn out. When Arthur
came to lunch he looked quite grieved when he saw me, and I hadn't
the spirit to try to be cheerful. I wonder if I could sleep in
mother's room tonight. I shall make an excuse to try.
25 August.—Another bad night. Mother did not seem to take to my
proposal. She seems not too well herself, and doubtless she fe
