The Dracula's Guest - The Nice People

The horses were now more restive than ever, and Johann was trying to hold them in, while excitedly
imploring me not to do anything so foolish. I pitied the poor fellow, he was so deeply in earnest; but
all the same I could not help laughing. His English was quite gone now. In his anxiety he had forgot
ten that his only means of making me understand was to talk my language, so he jabbered away in
his native German. It began to be a little tedious. After giving the direction, "Home!" I turned to go
down the cross road into the valley.