Dracula by Bram Stoker, read by Mike Bennett. Bannett.

Episode 8.

Chapter 8

8 Meenena Mari's Journal.

Same day, 11 o'clock PM.

Oh, but I am tired.

If it were not that I had made my diary a duty, I should not open it tonight.

We had a lovely walk. Lucy, after a while, was in gay spirits, owing, I think, to some dear cows who came nosing towards us in a field

close to the lighthouse and frightened the wits out of us I believe we've got everything

except of course personal fear and it seemed to wipe the slate clean

and give us a fresh start. We had a capital severe tea at Robin Hood's Bay and a sweet little old-fashioned in with a bow window right over the

seabed-covered rocks of the strand.

I believe we should have shocked the new woman with our appetites. Men are more tolerant, bless them. Then we walked

home with some or rather many stoppages to rest and with our hearts full of a constant dread of wild bulls.

Lucy was really tired and we intended to creep off to bed as soon as we could.

The young curate came in, however, and Mrs. Westerner asked him to stay

for supper. Lucy and I had both a fight for it with the dusty Miller. I know it was a hard fight on my part and I am quite heroic. I think that

someday the bishops must get together and see about breeding up a new class of curates who don't

take supper no matter how they may be pressed to and who will know

when girls are tired. Lucy is asleep and breathing softly. She has more color in her cheeks than usual and looks oh so sweet

If Mr Holmwood fell in love with her seeing her only in the drawing room I wonder what he would say if you saw her now

Some of the new women writers will someday start an idea

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