All at once we heard the crow of the cock coming up with preternatural shrillness through the clear morning air.
Count Dracula, jumping to his feet, said, "Why there is the morning again! How remiss I am to let you stay up so long.

You must make your conversation regarding my dear new country of England less interesting, so that I may not forget how time flies by us," and with a courtly bow, he quickly left me.
I went into my room and drew the curtains, but there was little to notice.

My window opened into the courtyard, all I could see was the warm grey of quickening sky.

So I pulled the curtains again, and have written of this day.
8 May .-- I began to fear as I wrote in this book that I was getting too diffuse.

But now I am glad that I went into detail from the first, for there is something so strange about this place and all in it that I cannot but feel uneasy.