If the Count escape us this time, and he is strong and subtle and cunning, he may choose to sleep him for a century, and then in time our dear one," he took my hand, "would come to him to keep him company, and would be as those others that you, Jonathan, saw.

You have told us of their gloating lips.

You heard their ribald laugh as they clutched the moving bag that the Count threw to them.

You shudder, and well may it be.

Forgive me that I make you so much pain, but it is necessary.