"I believe Van Helsing saw it, too, for I saw the quick look
under his bushy brows that I knew of old. Then he began to chat of
all things except ourselves and diseases and with such an infinite
geniality that I could see poor Lucy's pretense of animation merge
into reality. Then, without any seeming change, he brought the
conversation gently round to his visit, and sauvely said,
"`My dear young miss, I have the so great pleasure because you
are so much beloved. That is much, my dear, even were there that
which I do not see. They told me you were down in the spirit, and
that you were of a ghastly pale. To them I say "Pouf!" ' And he
snapped his fingers at me and went on. `But you and I shall show
them how wrong they are. How can he', and he pointed at me with the
same look and
