- •In guarantee whereof, I attached myself to my seat by my hands.
- •I saw Mr. Lloyd smile and frown at the same time.
- •I nodded.
- •I would not now have exchanged Lowood with all its privations for Gateshead and its daily luxuries.
- •I got on to her crib and kissed her her forehead was cold, and her cheek both cold and thin, and so were her hand and wrist; but she smiled as of old.
- •I did so she put her arm over me, and I nestled close to her. After a long silence, she resumed, still whispering—
- •I understood her very well, for I had been accustomed to the fluent tongue of Madame Pierrot.
- •I was in the mood for being useful, or at least officious, I think, for I now drew near him again.
- •I did as requested. As he took the cup from my hand, Adèle, thinking the moment propitious for making a request in my favour, cried out—
- •I assented.
- •I had scarce tied the strings of the portfolio, when, looking at his watch, he said abruptly—
- •I did as I was bid, though I would much rather have remained somewhat in the shade; but Mr. Rochester had such a direct way of giving orders, it seemed a matter of course to obey him promptly.
- •I should, if I had deliberated, have replied to this question by something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer somehow slipped from my tongue before I was aware—“No, sir.”
- •I smiled I thought to myself Mr. Rochester is peculiar—he seems to forget that he pays me £30 per annum for receiving his orders.
- •I was about again to revert to the probability of a union between Mr. Rochester and the beautiful Blanche; but Adèle came in, and the conversation was turned into another channel.
- •I feared—or should I say, hoped—the allusion to me would make Mr. Rochester glance my way; and I involuntarily shrank farther into the shade but he never turned his eyes.
- •I thought I might have retorted the question on him who put it but I would not take that freedom. I answered—
- •In the midst of the tumult, and while my eyes and ears were fully engaged in the scene before me, I heard a hem close at my elbow I turned, and saw Sam.
- •I started to my feet when I heard the name.
- •I said nothing.
- •I knelt. She did not stoop towards me, but only gazed, leaning back in her chair. She began muttering,—
- •I saw Mr. Rochester shudder a singularly marked expression of disgust, horror, hatred, warped his countenance almost to distortion; but he only said—
- •I answered him by assuming it to refuse would, I felt, have been unwise.
- •I was silent the things were frightful. Robert Leaven resumed—
- •I assured her we were alone.
- •I could risk no sort of answer by this time my heart was still.
- •I was silent I thought he mocked me.
- •I was so hurt by her coldness and scepticism, that the tears rose to my eyes.
- •I was growing truly irritated happily, Adèle ran in.
- •I looked up at him to read the signs of bliss in his face it was ardent and flushed.
- •I shook my head. “What! is there more But I will not believe it to be anything important. I warn you of incredulity beforehand. Go on.”
- •It was. Half heaven was pure and stainless the clouds, now trooping before the wind, which had shifted to the west, were filing off eastward in long, silvered columns. The moon shone peacefully.
- •I saw a grim smile contort Mr. Rochester’s lips, and he muttered—
- •I shuddered to hear the infatuated assertion.
- •I remembered the answer of the old housekeeper at the parsonage, when I had asked to see the clergyman. “This, then, was his father’s residence”
- •I maintained a grave silence for some minutes.
- •I gave an involuntary half start at hearing the alias I had forgotten my new name. Mr. Rivers, whom nothing seemed to escape, noticed it at once.
- •I approached to take it a welcome gift it was. He examined my face, I thought, with austerity, as I came near the traces of tears were doubtless very visible upon it.
- •I smiled incredulously.
- •I again felt rather like an individual of but average gastronomical powers sitting down to feast alone at a table spread with provisions for a hundred. Mr. Rivers rose now and put his cloak on.
- •I looked at him with surprise. “St. John,” I said, “I think you are almost wicked to talk so. I am disposed to be as content as a queen, and you try to stir me up to restlessness! To what end”
- •I showed him the volume on the shelf he took it down, and withdrawing to his accustomed window recess, he began to read it.
- •I looked towards the knoll there he lay, still as a prostrate column; his face turned to me his eye beaming watchful and keen. He started to his feet and approached me.
- •I shuddered as he spoke I felt his influence in my marrow—his hold on my limbs.
- •I was touched by his gentle tone, and overawed by his high, calm mien.
- •I have not much pride under such circumstances I would always rather be happy than dignified; and I ran after him—he stood at the foot of the stairs.
- •It was true. I confessed it by silence.
- •I put her cool hand to my hot forehead; “No, Die, not one whit.”
- •I looked with timorous joy towards a stately house I saw a blackened ruin.
- •I feared now to hear my own story. I endeavoured to recall him to the main fact.
- •I had dreaded worse. I had dreaded he was mad. I summoned strength to ask what had caused this calamity.
- •I now drew near and knocked John’s wife opened for me. “Mary,” I said, “how are you”
- •I approached him with the now only half-filled glass; Pilot followed me, still excited.
- •I shuddered involuntarily, and clung instinctively closer to my blind but beloved master. He smiled.
I looked at him with surprise. “St. John,” I said, “I think you are almost wicked to talk so. I am disposed to be as content as a queen, and you try to stir me up to restlessness! To what end”
“To the end of turning to profit the talents which God has committed to your keeping; and of which He will surely one day demand a strict account. Jane, I shall watch you closely and anxiously—I warn you of that. And try to restrain the disproportionate fervour with which you throw yourself into commonplace home pleasures. Don’t cling so tenaciously to ties of the flesh; save your constancy and ardour for an adequate cause; forbear to waste them on trite transient objects. Do you hear, Jane”
“Yes; just as if you were speaking Greek. I feel I have adequate cause to be happy, and I will be happy. Goodbye!”
Happy at Moor House I was, and hard I worked; and so did Hannah she was charmed to see how jovial I could be amidst the bustle of a house turned topsy-turvy—how I could brush, and dust, and clean, and cook. And really, after a day or two of confusion worse confounded, it was delightful by degrees to invoke order from the chaos ourselves had made. I had previously taken a journey to S--- to purchase some new furniture my cousins having given me carte blanche to effect what alterations I pleased, and a sum having been set aside for that purpose. The ordinary sitting-room and bedrooms I left much as they were for I knew Diana and Mary would derive more pleasure from seeing again the old homely tables, and chairs, and beds, than from the spectacle of the smartest innovations. Still some novelty was necessary, to give to their return the piquancy with which I wished it to be invested. Dark handsome new carpets and curtains, an arrangement of some carefully selected antique ornaments in porcelain and bronze, new coverings, and mirrors, and dressing-cases, for the toilet tables, answered the end they looked fresh without being glaring. A spare parlour and bedroom I refurnished entirely, with old mahogany and crimson upholstery I laid canvas on the passage, and carpets on the stairs. When all was finished, I thought Moor House as complete a model of bright modest snugness within, as it was, at this season, a specimen of wintry waste and desert dreariness without.
The eventful Thursday at length came. They were expected about dark, and ere dusk fires were lit upstairs and below; the kitchen was in perfect trim; Hannah and I were dressed, and all was in readiness.
St. John arrived first. I had entreated him to keep quite clear of the house till everything was arranged and, indeed, the bare idea of the commotion, at once sordid and trivial, going on within its walls sufficed to scare him to estrangement. He found me in the kitchen, watching the progress of certain cakes for tea, then baking. Approaching the hearth, he asked, “If I was at last satisfied with housemaid’s work” I answered by inviting him to accompany me on a general inspection of the result of my labours. With some difficulty, I got him to make the tour of the house. He just looked in at the doors I opened; and when he had wandered upstairs and downstairs, he said I must have gone through a great deal of fatigue and trouble to have effected such considerable changes in so short a time but not a syllable did he utter indicating pleasure in the improved aspect of his abode.
This silence damped me. I thought perhaps the alterations had disturbed some old associations he valued. I inquired whether this was the case no doubt in a somewhat crest-fallen tone.
“Not at all; he had, on the contrary, remarked that I had scrupulously respected every association he feared, indeed, I must have bestowed more thought on the matter than it was worth. How many minutes, for instance, had I devoted to studying the arrangement of this very room—By-the-bye, could I tell him where such a book was”