Jonathan Harker's Journal
5 October - Later
How strange it
all is. I sat watching Mina's happy sleep, and I came as near to being happy myself
as I suppose I shall ever be. As the evening drew on, and the earth took its shadows
from the sun sinking lower, the silence of the room grew more and more solemn
All at once Mina opened her eyes, and looking at me tenderly said,
"Jonathan, I want you to promise me something on your word of honour. A promise
made to me, but made holily in God's hearing, and not to be broken though I should
go down on my knees and implore you with bitter tears. Quick, you must make it
to me at once."
"Mina," I said, "a promise like that,
I cannot make at once. I may have no right to make it."
dear one," she said, with such spiritual intensity that her eyes were like
pole stars, "it is I who wish it. And it is not for myself. You can ask Dr.
Van Helsing if I am not right. If he disagrees you may do as you will. Nay, more
if you all agree, later you are absolved from the promise."
promise!" I said, and for a moment she looked supremely happy. Though to
me all happiness for her was denied by the red scar on her forehead.
said, "Promise me that you will not tell me anything of the plans formed
for the campaign against the Count. Not by word, or inference, or implication,
not at any time whilst this remains to me!" And she solemnly pointed to the
scar. I saw that she was in earnest, and said solemnly, "I promise!"
and as I said it I felt that from that instant a door had been shut between us.