Arthur by direction remained outside.
Lucy turned her head and looked at us, but said nothing.

She was not asleep, but she was simply too weak to make the effort.

Her eyes spoke to us, that was all.
Van Helsing took some things from his bag and laid them on a little table out of sight.

Then he mixed a narcotic, and coming over to the bed, said cheerily, "Now, little miss, here is your medicine.

Drink it off, like a good child.