No news yet of the ship we wait for. Mrs. Harker reported last night and this
morning as usual. "Lapping waves and rushing water," though she added
that "the waves were very faint." The telegrams from London have been
the same, "no further report." Van Helsing is terribly anxious, and
told me just now that he fears the Count is escaping us.
He added significantly,
"I did not like that lethargy of Madam Mina's. Souls and memories can do
strange things during trance." I was about to ask him more, but Harker just
then came in, and he held up a warning hand. We must try tonight at sunset to
make her speak more fully when in her hypnotic state.