“I do not know, just at present, but I will give the subject the most attentive consideration. Will you accommodate me here for a time?” “You know you are as welcome here as if the house were your own, and all that it contains.” “I believe so, most truly. You have no objection, I presume, to my conversing with Flora upon this strange subject?” “Certainly not. Of course you will be careful to say nothing which can add to her fears.” “I shall be most guarded, believe me. You say that your brother George, Mr. Chillingworth, yourself, and this Mr. Marchdale, have all been cognisant of the circumstances.” “Yes—yes.” “Then with the whole of them you permit me to hold free communication upon the subject?” “Most certainly.” “I will do so then. Keep up good heart, Henry, and this affair, which looks so full of terror at first sight, may yet be divested of some of its hideous aspect.” “I am rejoiced, if anything can rejoice me now,” said Henry, “to see you view the subject with so much philosophy.” “Why,” said Charles, “you made a remark of your own, which enabled me, viewing the matter in its very worst and most hideous aspect, to gather hope.” “What was that?” “You said, properly and naturally enough, that if ever we felt that there was such a weight of evidence in favour of a belief in the existence of vampyres that we are compelled to succumb to it, we might as well receive all the popular feelings and superstitions concerning them likewise.” “I did. Where is the mind to pause, when once we open it to the reception of such things?” “Well, then, if that be the case, we will watch this vampyre and catch it.” “Catch it?” “Yes; surely it can be caught; as I understand, this species of being is not like an apparition, that may be composed of thin air, and utterly impalpable to the human touch, but it consists of a revivified corpse.” “Yes, yes.” “Then it is tangible and destructible. By Heaven! if ever I catch a glimpse of any such thing, it shall drag me to its home, be that where it may, or I will make it prisoner.” “Oh, Charles! you know not the feeling of horror that will come across you when you do. You have no idea of how the warm blood will seem to curdle in your veins, and how you will be paralysed in every limb.” “Did you feel so?” “I did.” “I will endeavour to make head against such feelings. The love of Flora shall enable me to vanquish them. Think you it will come again to-morrow?” “I can have no thought the one way or the other.” “It may. We must arrange among us all, Henry, some plan of watching which, without completely prostrating our health and strength, will always provide that one shall be up all night and on the alert.” “It must be done.” “Flora ought to sleep with the consciousness now that she has ever at hand some intrepid and well-armed protector, who is not only himself prepared to defend her, but who can in a moment give an alarm to us all, in case of necessity requiring it.”