“Go off?”—”Yes; I don’t want to have even a vampyre’s blood upon my hands.”
“You are exceedingly delicate.”—”Perhaps I am; it’s my way, though. I have shot him—not you, mind; so, in a manner of speaking, he belongs to me. Now, mark, me: I won’t have him touched any more to-night, unless you think there’s a chance of making a prisoner of him without violence.”
“There he lies; you can go and make a prisoner of him at once, dead as he is; and if you take him out of the moonlight—”
“I understand; he won’t recover.”—”Certainly not.”
“But, as I want him to recover, that don’t suit me.”—”Well, I cannot but honour your scruples, although I do not actually share in them; but I promise you that, since such is your wish, I will take no steps against the vampyre; but let us come up to him and see
