Whilst he was speaking, Lucy had been examining the flowers and smelling
them. Now she threw them down saying, with half laughter, and half disgust,
"Oh, Professor, I believe you are only putting up a joke on me. Why,
these flowers are only common garlic."
To my surprise, Van Helsing rose up and said with all his sternness, his
iron jaw set and his bushy eyebrows meeting,
"No trifling with me! I never jest! There is grim purpose in what I do,
and I warn you that you do not thwart me. Take care, for the sake of others if
not for your own." Then seeing poor Lucy scared, as she might well be, he
went on more gently, "Oh, little miss, my dear, do not fear me. I only do
for your good, but there is much virtue to you in those so common flowers. See,
I place them myself in your room. I make myself the wreath that you are to
wear.
But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must
obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong
and well into loving arms that wait for you. Now sit still a while. Come with
me, friend John, and you shall help me deck the room with my garlic, which is
all the war from Haarlem,
where my friend Vanderpool raise herb in his glass houses all the year. I had
to telegraph yesterday, or they would not have been here."
We went into the room, taking the flowers with us. The Professor's actions
were certainly odd and not to be found in any pharmacopeia that I ever heard
of. First he fastened up the windows and latched them securely. Next, taking a
handful of the flowers, he rubbed them all over the sashes, as though to ensure
that every whiff of air that might get in would be laden with the garlic smell.
Then with the wisp he rubbed all over the jamb of the door, above, below, and
at each side, and round the fireplace in the same way. It all seemed grotesque
to me, and presently I said, "Well, Professor, I know you always have a
reason for what you do, but this certainly puzzles me. It is well we have no
sceptic here, or he would say that you were working some spell to keep out an
evil spirit."
"Perhaps I am!" He answered quietly as he began to make the wreath
which Lucy was to wear round her neck.
We then waited whilst Lucy made her toilet for the night, and when she was
in bed he came and himself fixed the wreath of garlic round her neck. The last
words he said to her were,
"Take care you do not disturb it, and even if the room feel close, do
not tonight open the window or the door."
"I promise," said Lucy. "And thank you both a thousand times
for all your kindness to me! Oh, what have I done to be blessed with such
friends?"
As we left the house in my fly, which was waiting, Van Helsing
said,"Tonight I can sleep in peace, and sleep I want, two nights of
travel, much reading in the day between, and much anxiety on the day to follow,
and a night to sit up, without to wink. Tomorrow in the morning early you call
for me, and we come together to see our pretty miss, so much more strong for my
`spell' which I have work. Ho, ho!"
He seemed so confident that I, remembering my own confidence two nights
before and with the baneful result, felt awe and vague terror. It must have
been my weakness that made me hesitate to tell it to my friend, but I felt it
all the more, like unshed tears.