“You have a curious, designing mind, Mr. Rochester.I am afraid your principles on some points are eccentric. ”
“My principles were never trained, Jane:they may have grown a little awry for want of attention. ”
“Once again, seriously;may I enjoy the great good that has been vouchsafed to me,without fearing that any one else is suffering the bitter pain I myself felt a while ago?”
“That you may, my good little girl:there is not another being in the world has the same pure love for me as yourself—for I lay that pleasant unction to my soul, Jane, a belief in your affection.”
I turned my lips to the hand that lay on my shoulder.I loved him very much—more than I could trust myself to say—more than words had power to express.
“Ask something more,” he said presently;“it is my delight to be entreated, and to yield.”
I was again ready with my request.“Communicate your intentions to Mrs. Fairfax, sir:she saw me with you last night in the hall,and she was shocked.Give her some explanation before I see her again.It pains me to be misjudged by so good a woman.”
“Go to your room, and put on your bonnet,” he replied.“I mean you to accompany me to Millcote this morning;and while you prepare for the drive,I will enlighten the old lady’s understanding.Did she think, Janet, you had given the world for love,and considered it well lost?”
“I believe she thought I had forgotten my station, and yours, sir.”
“Station!station!—your station is in my heart,and on the necks of those who would insult you,now or hereafter.—Go.”
I was soon dressed; and when I heard Mr.Rochester quit Mrs. Fairfax’s parlour,I hurried down to it.The old lady had been reading her morning portion of Scripture—the Lesson for the day; her Bible lay open before her, and her spectacles were upon it. Her occupation, suspended by Mr. Rochester’s announcement, seemed now forgotten: her eyes, fixed on the blank wall opposite, expressed the surprise of a quiet mind stirred by unwonted tidings. Seeing me, she roused herself: she made a sort of effort to smile, and framed a few words of congratulation; but the smile expired, and the sentence was abandoned unfinished. She put up her spectacles, shut the Bible, and pushed her chair back from the table.
“I feel so astonished,” she began,“I hardly know what to say to you, Miss Eyre.I have surely not been dreaming, have I?Sometimes I half fall asleep when I am sitting alone and fancy things that have never happened. It has seemed to me more than once when I have been in a doze, that my dear husband, who died fifteen years since, has come in and sat down beside me; and that I have even heard him call me by my name, Alice, as he used to do. Now, can you tell me whether it is actually true that Mr. Rochester has asked you to marry him?Don’t laugh at me. But I really thought he came in here five minutes ago,and said that in a month you would be his wife.”
“He has said the same thing to me,” I replied.
“He has!Do you believe him?Have you accepted him?”
“Yes.”
She looked at me bewildered.
“I could never have thought it. He is a proud man:all the Rochesters were proud: and his father,at least, liked money. He, too,has always been called careful. He means to marry you?”
“He tells me so.”
She surveyed my whole person:in her eyes I read that they had there found no charm powerful enough to solve the enigma.
“It passes me!” she continued; “but no doubt it is true since you say so.How it will answer, I cannot tell: I really don’t know.Equality of position and fortune is often advisable in such cases;and there are twenty years of difference in your ages.He might almost be your father.”
“No, indeed, Mrs. Fairfax!” exclaimed I, nettled; “he is nothing like my father!No one, who saw us together,would suppose it for an instant. Mr.Rochester looks as young, and is as young,as some men at five-and-twenty.”
“Is it really for love he is going to marry you?” she asked.
I was so hurt by her coldness and scepticism,that the tears rose to my eyes.
“I am sorry to grieve you,” pursued the widow;“but you are so young,and so little acquainted with men,I wished to put you on your guard.It is an old saying that ‘all is not gold that glitters;’ and in this case I do fear there will be something found to be different to what either you or I expect.”
“Why?—am I a monster?” I said: “is it impossible that Mr.Rochester should have a sincere affection for me?”
“No: you are very well; and much improved of late;and Mr. Rochester, I daresay, is fond of you.I have always noticed that you were a sort of pet of his.There are times when, for your sake,I have been a little uneasy at his marked preference,and have wished to put you on your guard:but I did not like to suggest even the possibility of wrong.I knew such an idea would shock, perhaps offend you;and you were so discreet,and so thoroughly modest and sensible,I hoped you might be trusted to protect yourself.Last night I cannot tell you what I suffered when I sought all over the house,and could find you nowhere, nor the master either;and then, at twelve o’clock, saw you come in with him.”
“Well, never mind that now,” I interrupted impatiently;“it is enough that all was right.”
“I hope all will be right in the end,” she said:“but believe me, you cannot be too careful.Try and keep Mr. Rochester at a distance:distrust yourself as well as him.Gentlemen in his station are not accustomed to marry their governesses. ”
I was growing truly irritated: happily, Adèle ran in.
“Let me go,—let me go to Millcote too!” she cried. “Mr. Rochester won’t:though there is so much room in the new carriage.Beg him to let me go, mademoiselle.”
“That I will, Adèle;” and I hastened away with her,glad to quit my gloomy monitress.The carriage was ready:they were bringing it round to the front,and my master was pacing the pavement,Pilot following him backwards and forwards.
“Adèle may accompany us, may she not, sir?”
“I told her no. I’ll have no brats!—I’ll have only you.”
“Do let her go, Mr. Rochester, if you please:it would be better.”
“Not it: she will be a restraint.”
He was quite peremptory, both in look and voice.The chill of Mrs. Fairfax’s warnings,and the damp of her doubts were upon me:something of unsubstantiality and uncertainty had beset my hopes.I half lost the sense of power over him.I was about mechanically to obey him,without further remonstrance;but as he helped me into the carriage,he looked at my face.
“What is the matter?” he asked; “all the sunshine is gone.Do you really wish the bairn to go?Will it annoy you if she is left behind?”
“I would far rather she went, sir.”
“Then off for your bonnet,and back like a flash of lightning!” cried he to Adèle.
She obeyed him with what speed she might.