CHAPTER 22 Jonathan Harker's Journal

3, October As I must do something, or go mad,

I write this diary.

It is now 6 o'clock, and we are to meet in the study, in half an hour, and take something

to eat.

For Dr. Van Helsing and Dr. Seward are agreed that if we do not eat, we cannot work our best.

Our best will be, God knows, required today.

I must keep writing at every chance, for a dear not stop to think.

All big and little must go down.

Perhaps at the end the little things may teach us most.

The teaching, bigger little, could not have landed Meena or Me anywhere worse than we are

today.

However, we must trust and hope.

Poor Meena told me just now, with the tears running down her dear cheeks, that it is

in trouble and trial that our faith is tested, that we must keep on trusting, and that God

will aid us up to the end.

Oh, my God, what end?

To work, to work.

When Dr. Van Helsing and Dr. Seward had come back from seeing poor Renfield, we went gravely

into what was to be done.

First, Dr. Seward told us that when he and Dr. Van Helsing had gone down to the room

below, they had found Renfield lying on the floor, all in a heap.

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