The driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the moonlit sky.
As I stood, the driver jumped again into his seat and shook thereins; the horses started forward, and trap and all disappeared down one of the dark openings.
The old man motioned me in with his right hand with a courtly gesture, saying in excellent English, but with a strange intonation:--"Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own will!" He made no motion of stepping to meet me, but stood like a statue, as though his gesture of welcome had fixed him into stone.
He bowed in a courtly way as he replied:"I am Dracula; and I bid you welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house. Come in; the night air is chill, and you must need to eat and rest."