Chapter 3
Jonathan Harker's Journal ContinuedWhen I found that I was a prisoner a sort of wild feeling came
over me. I rushed up and down the stairs, trying every door and
peering out of every window I could find, but after a little the
conviction of my helplessness overpowered all other feelings. When
I look back after a few hours I think I must have been mad for the
time, for I behaved much as a rat does in a trap. When, however,
the conviction had come to me that I was helpless I sat down
quietly, as quietly as I have ever done anything in my life, and
began to think over what was best to be done. I am thinking still,
and as yet have come to no definite conclusion. Of one thing only
am I certain. That it is no use making my ideas known to the Count.
He knows well that I am i
