The weather is getting colder every hour, and there are snow flurries which come and go as warnings.
Later .-- It took all my courage to say goodbye to my darling.

We may never meet again.

Courage, Mina! The Professor is looking at you keenly.

His look is a warning.

There must be no tears now, unless it may be that God will let them fall in gladness.
JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL.
30 October, night .-- I am writing this in the light from the furnace door of the steam launch.