the month of courtship had wasted: its very last hours were being numbered. there was no putting off the day that advanced--the bridal day; and all preparations for its arrival were complete. i, at least, had nothing more to do: there were my trunks, packed, locked, corded, ranged in a row along the wall of my little 1; to-morrow, at this time, they would be far on their road to london: and so should i (d.v.),--or rather, not i, but one jane rochester, a person whom as yet i knew not. the cards of address alone remained to nail on: they lay, four little squares, in the drawer. mr. rochester had himself written the direction, "mrs. rochester,-- hotel, london," on each: i could not persuade myself to 2 them, or to have them 3. mrs. rochester! she did not exist: she would not be born till to-morrow, some time after eight o'clock a.m.; and i would wait to be assured she had come into the world alive before i assigned to her all that property. it was enough that in yonder closet, opposite my dressing-table, garments said to be hers had already displaced my black stuff lowood frock and straw 4: for not to me appertained that suit of wedding raiment; the pearl-coloured robe, the vapoury veil pendent from the 5 portmanteau. i shut the closet to 6 the strange, wraith-like apparel it contained; which, at this evening hour--nine o'clock-- gave out certainly a most ghostly 7 through the shadow of my apartment. "i will leave you by yourself, white dream," i said. "i am 8: i hear the wind blowing: i will go out of doors and feel it."
it was not only the hurry of preparation that made me feverish; not only the 10 of the great change--the new life which was to commence to-morrow: both these circumstances had their share, doubtless, in producing that restless, excited mood which hurried me 11 at this late hour into the darkening grounds: but a third cause influenced my mind more than they.
i had at heart a strange and anxious thought. something had happened which i could not comprehend; no one knew of or had seen the event but myself: it had taken place the preceding night. mr. rochester that night was absent from home; nor was he yet returned: business had called him to a small estate of two or three farms he 12 thirty miles off--business it was 13 he should settle in person, previous to his 14 departure from england. i waited now his return; eager to disburthen my mind, and to seek of him the solution of the 15 that 16 me. stay till he comes, reader; and, when i disclose my secret to him, you shall share the confidence.
i sought the 17, driven to its shelter by the wind, which all day had blown strong and full from the south, without, however, bringing a 18 of rain. instead of 19 as night drew on, it seemed to 20 its rush and deepen its roar: the trees blew 21 one way, never 22 round, and scarcely tossing back their 23 once in an hour; so continuous was the strain bending their branchy heads northward--the clouds drifted from pole to pole, fast following, mass on mass: no glimpse of blue sky had been visible that july day.
it was not without a certain wild pleasure i ran before the wind, delivering my trouble of mind to the measureless air-torrent thundering through space. 24 the laurel walk, i faced the 25 of the chestnut-tree; it stood up black and riven: the trunk, split down the centre, 26 ghastly. the cloven halves were not broken from each other, for the firm base and strong roots kept them unsundered below; though community of 27 was destroyed--the sap could flow no more: their great boughs on each side were dead, and next winter's tempests would be sure to fell one or both to earth: as yet, however, they might be said to form one tree--a ruin, but an entire ruin.
"you did right to hold fast to each other," i said: as if the monster-splinters were living things, and could hear me. "i think, 28 as you look, and 29 and 30, there must be a little sense of life in you yet, rising out of that adhesion at the faithful, honest roots: you will never have green leaves more-- never more see birds making nests and singing idyls in your boughs; the time of pleasure and love is over with you: but you are not 31: each of you has a comrade to sympathise with him in his decay." as i looked up at them, the moon appeared momentarily in that part of the sky which filled their 32; her disk was blood- red and half 33; she seemed to throw on me one bewildered, 34 glance, and buried herself again instantly in the deep drift of cloud. the wind fell, for a second, round thornfield; but far away over wood and water, poured a wild, 35 36: it was sad to listen to, and i ran off again.
here and there i strayed through the orchard, gathered up the apples with which the grass round the tree roots was thickly strewn; then i employed myself in dividing the ripe from the 37; i carried them into the house and put them away in the store-room. then i repaired to the library to 38 whether the fire was lit, for, though summer, i knew on such a gloomy evening mr. rochester would like to see a cheerful 39 when he came in: yes, the fire had been 40 some time, and burnt well. i placed his arm-chair by the chimney-corner: i wheeled the table near it: i let down the curtain, and had the candles brought in ready for 41. more restless than ever, when i had completed these arrangements i could not sit still, nor even remain in the house: a little time-piece in the room and the old clock in the hall 42 struck ten.
"how late it grows!" i said. "i will run down to the gates: it is moonlight at 43; i can see a good way on the road. he may be coming now, and to meet him will save some minutes of 44."
the wind roared high in the great trees which embowered the gates; but the road as far as i could see, to the right hand and the left, was all still and 45: save for the shadows of clouds crossing it at intervals as the moon looked out, it was but a long pale line, unvaried by one moving speck.
a 46 tear dimmed my eye while i looked--a tear of disappointment and 47; ashamed of it, i wiped it away. i lingered; the moon shut herself wholly within her chamber, and drew close her curtain of 48 cloud: the night grew dark; rain came driving fast on the 49.
"i wish he would come! i wish he would come!" i exclaimed, seized with hypochondriac foreboding. i had expected his arrival before tea; now it was dark: what could keep him? had an accident happened? the event of last night again 50 to me. i interpreted it as a warning of disaster. i feared my hopes were too bright to be realised; and i had enjoyed so much 51 lately that i imagined my fortune had passed its 52, and must now decline.
"well, i cannot return to the house," i thought; "i cannot sit by the fireside, while he is abroad in 53 weather: better tire my limbs than strain my heart; i will go forward and meet him."
i set out; i walked fast, but not far: ere i had measured a quarter of a mile, i heard the tramp of 54; a horseman came on, full 55; a dog ran by his side. away with evil 56! it was he: here he was, mounted on mesrour, followed by pilot. he saw me; for the moon had opened a blue field in the sky, and rode in it 57 bright: he took his hat off, and waved it round his head. i now ran to meet him.
"there!" he exclaimed, as he stretched out his hand and 58 from the saddle: "you can't do without me, that is evident. step on my boot-toe; give me both hands: mount!"
i obeyed: joy made me 59: i sprang up before him. a 60 kissing i got for a welcome, and some boastful triumph, which i swallowed as well as i could. he checked himself in his 61 to demand, "but is there anything the matter, janet, that you come to meet me at such an hour? is there anything wrong?"
"no, but i thought you would never come. i could not bear to wait in the house for you, especially with this rain and wind."
"rain and wind, indeed! yes, you are dripping like a 62; pull my cloak round you: but i think you are feverish, jane: both your cheek and hand are burning hot. i ask again, is there anything the matter?
"nothing now; i am neither afraid nor unhappy."
"then you have been both?"
"rather: but i'll tell you all about it by-and-bye, sir; and i daresay you will only laugh at me for my pains."
"i'll laugh at you 63 when to-morrow is past; till then i dare not: my prize is not certain. this is you, who have been as slippery as an 9 this last month, and as 64 as a briar-rose? i could not lay a finger anywhere but i was 65; and now i seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms. you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, jane?"
"i wanted you: but don't boast. here we are at thornfield: now let me get down."
he landed me on the pavement. as john took his horse, and he followed me into the hall, he told me to make haste and put something dry on, and then return to him in the library; and he stopped me, as i made for the staircase, to 66 a promise that i would not be long: nor was i long; in five minutes i rejoined him. i found him at supper.
"take a seat and bear me company, jane: please god, it is the last meal but one you will eat at thornfield hall for a long time."
i sat down near him, but told him i could not eat. "is it because you have the 67 of a journey before you, jane? is it the thoughts of going to london that takes away your appetite?"
"i cannot see my 68 clearly to-night, sir; and i hardly know what thoughts i have in my head. everything in life seems unreal."
"except me: i am substantial enough--touch me."
"you, sir, are the most phantom-like of all: you are a 69 dream."
he held out his hand, laughing. "is that a dream?" said he, placing it close to my eyes. he had a rounded, muscular, and vigorous hand, as well as a long, strong arm.
"yes; though i touch it, it is a dream," said i, as i put it down from before my face. "sir, have you finished supper?"
"yes, jane."
i rang the bell and ordered away the tray. when we were again alone, i stirred the fire, and then took a low seat at my master's knee.
"it is near midnight," i said.
"yes: but remember, jane, you promised to wake with me the night before my wedding."
"i did; and i will keep my promise, for an hour or two at least: i have no wish to go to bed."
"are all your arrangements complete?"
"all, sir."
"and on my part likewise," he returned, "i have settled everything; and we shall leave thornfield to-morrow, within half-an-hour after our return from church."
"very well, sir."
"with what an extraordinary smile you uttered that word--'very well,' jane! what a bright spot of colour you have on each cheek! and how strangely your eyes glitter! are you well?"
"i believe i am."
"believe! what is the matter? tell me what you feel."
"i could not, sir: no words could tell you what i feel. i wish this present hour would never end: who knows with what fate the next may come charged?"
"this is hypochondria, jane. you have been over-excited, or over- 70."
"do you, sir, feel calm and happy?"
"calm?--no: but happy--to the heart's core."
i looked up at him to read the signs of bliss in his face: it was 71 and flushed.
"give me your confidence, jane," he said: "relieve your mind of any weight that oppresses it, by imparting it to me. what do you fear?- -that i shall not prove a good husband?"
"it is the idea farthest from my thoughts."
"are you 72 of the new sphere you are about to enter?--of the new life into which you are passing?"
"no."
"you puzzle me, jane: your look and tone of sorrowful 73 perplex and pain me. i want an explanation."
"then, sir, listen. you were from home last night?"
"i was: i know that; and you hinted a while ago at something which had happened in my absence:- nothing, probably, of consequence; but, in short, it has disturbed you. let me hear it. mrs. fairfax has said something, perhaps? or you have overheard the servants talk?-- your sensitive self-respect has been wounded?"
"no, sir." it struck twelve--i waited till the time-piece had concluded its silver chime, and the clock its 74, vibritting stroke, and then i proceeded.
"all day yesterday i was very busy, and very happy in my ceaseless 75; for i am not, as you seem to think, troubled by any haunting fears about the new sphere, et cetera: i think it a glorious thing to have the hope of living with you, because i love you. no, sir, don't 76 me now--let me talk undisturbed. yesterday i trusted well in 77, and believed that events were working together for your good and mine: it was a fine day, if you recollect--the calmness of the air and sky forbade 78 respecting your safety or comfort on your journey. i walked a little while on the pavement after tea, thinking of you; and i 79 you in imagination so near me, i scarcely missed your actual presence. i thought of the life that lay before me--your life, sir--an existence more expansive and stirring than my own: as much more so as the depths of the sea to which the 80 runs are than the shallows of its own strait channel. i wondered why moralists call this world a dreary 81: for me it blossomed like a rose. just at sunset, the air turned cold and the sky cloudy: i went in, sophie called me upstairs to look at my wedding-dress, which they had just brought; and under it in the box i found your present--the veil which, in your princely extravagance, you sent for from london: resolved, i suppose, since i would not have jewels, to cheat me into accepting something as 82. i smiled as i unfolded it, and devised how i would tease you about your aristocratic tastes, and your efforts to masque your 83 bride in the attributes of a peeress. i though how i would carry down to you the square of unembroidered blond i had myself prepared as a covering for my low-born head, and ask if that was not good enough for a woman who could bring her husband neither fortune, beauty, nor connections. i saw plainly how you would look; and heard your impetuous republican answers, and your 84 disavowal of any necessity on your part to augment your wealth, or elevate your 85, by marrying either a purse or a coronet."
"how well you read me, you witch!" interposed mr. rochester: "but what did you find in the veil besides its 86? did you find poison, or a 87, that you look so mournful now?"
"no, no, sir; besides the 88 and richness of the 89, i found nothing save fairfax rochester's pride; and that did not scare me, because i am used to the sight of the 90. but, sir, as it grew dark, the wind rose: it blew yesterday evening, not as it blows now--wild and high--but 'with a 91, moaning sound' far more 92. i wished you were at home. i came into this room, and the sight of the empty chair and fireless hearth chilled me. for some time after i went to bed, i could not sleep--a sense of anxious excitement 93 me. the gale still rising, seemed to my ear to 94 a mournful under-sound; whether in the house or abroad i could not at first tell, but it recurred, doubtful yet doleful at every 95; at last i made out it must be some dog howling at a distance. i was glad when it ceased. on sleeping, i continued in dreams the idea of a dark and 96 night. i continued also the wish to be with you, and experienced a strange, regretful consciousness of some barrier dividing us. during all my first sleep, i was following the 97 of an unknown road; total obscurity environed me; rain 98 me; i was burdened with the charge of a little child: a very small creature, too young and feeble to walk, and which shivered in my cold arms, and 99 piteously in my ear. i thought, sir, that you were on the road a long way before me; and i strained every nerve to overtake you, and made effort on effort to utter your name and 100 you to stop-- but my movements were 101, and my voice still died away inarticulate; while you, i felt, withdrew farther and farther every moment."
"and these dreams weigh on your spirits now, jane, when i am close to you? little nervous subject! forget visionary 102, and think only of real happiness! you say you love me, janet: yes--i will not forget that; and you cannot deny it. those words did not die inarticulate on your lips. i heard them clear and soft: a thought too solemn perhaps, but sweet as music--'i think it is a glorious thing to have the hope of living with you, edward, because i love you.' do you love me, jane?--repeat it."
"i do, sir--i do, with my whole heart."
"well," he said, after some minutes' silence, "it is strange; but that sentence has 103 by breast painfully. why? i think because you said it with such an earnest, religious energy, and because your upward gaze at me now is the very 104 of faith, truth, and devotion: it is too much as if some spirit were near me. look wicked, jane: as you know well how to look: coin one of your wild, shy, provoking smiles; tell me you hate me--tease me, 105 me; do anything but move me: i would rather be 106 than saddened."
"i will tease you and vex you to your heart's content, when i have finished my tale: but hear me to the end."
"i thought, jane, you had told me all. i thought i had found the source of your melancholy in a dream."
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."
the disquietude of his air, the somewhat apprehensive impatience of his manner, surprised me: but i proceeded.
"i dreamt another dream, sir: that thornfield hall was a dreary ruin, the retreat of bats and 107. i thought that of all the stately front nothing remained but a shell-like wall, very high and very fragile-looking. i wandered, on a moonlight night, through the grass-grown enclosure within: here i stumbled over a marble hearth, and there over a fallen fragment of cornice. wrapped up in a shawl, i still carried the unknown little child: i might not lay it down anywhere, however tired were my arms--however much its weight 108 my progress, i must retain it. i heard the gallop of a horse at a distance on the road; i was sure it was you; and you were departing for many years and for a distant country. i climbed the thin wall with 109 110 haste, eager to catch one glimpse of you from the top: the stones rolled from under my feet, the 111 branches i grasped gave way, the child clung round my neck in terror, and almost strangled me; at last i gained the summit. i saw you like a speck on a white track, 112 every moment. the blast blew so strong i could not stand. i sat down on the narrow 113; i hushed the scared infant in my lap: you turned an angle of the road: i bent forward to take a last look; the wall 114; i was shaken; the child rolled from my knee, i lost my balance, fell, and woke."
"now, jane, that is all."
"all the preface, sir; the tale is yet to come. on waking, a gleam dazzled my eyes; i thought--oh, it is daylight! but i was mistaken; it was only candlelight. sophie, i supposed, had come in. there was a light in the dressing-table, and the door of the closet, where, before going to bed, i had hung my wedding-dress and veil, stood open; i heard a 115 there. i asked, 'sophie, what are you doing?' no one answered; but a form emerged from the closet; it took the light, held it aloft, and surveyed the garments pendent from the portmanteau. 'sophie! sophie!' i again cried: and still it was silent. i had risen up in bed, i bent forward: first surprise, then bewilderment, came over me; and then my blood crept cold through my 116. mr. rochester, this was not sophie, it was not leah, it was not mrs. fairfax: it was not--no, i was sure of it, and am still--it was not even that strange woman, grace poole."
"it must have been one of them," interrupted my master.
"no, sir, i solemnly assure you to the contrary. the shape standing before me had never crossed my eyes within the precincts of thornfield hall before; the height, the contour were new to me."
"describe it, jane."
"it seemed, sir, a woman, tall and large, with thick and dark hair hanging long down her back. i know not what dress she had on: it was white and straight; but whether gown, sheet, or 117, i cannot tell."
"did you see her face?"
"not at first. but presently she took my veil from its place; she held it up, gazed at it long, and then she threw it over her own head, and turned to the mirror. at that moment i saw the reflection of the visage and features quite distinctly in the dark oblong glass."
"and how were they?"
"fearful and ghastly to me--oh, sir, i never saw a face like it! it was a discoloured face--it was a 118 face. i wish i could forget the roll of the red eyes and the fearful blackened inflation of the lineaments!"
"ghosts are usually pale, jane."
"this, sir, was purple: the lips were 119 and dark; the brow 120: the black 121 widely raised over the bloodshot eyes. shall i tell you of what it reminded me?"
"you may."
"of the 122 german spectre--the vampyre."
"ah!--what did it do?"
"sir, it removed my veil from its gaunt head, rent it in two parts, and flinging both on the floor, 123 on them."
"afterwards?"
"it drew aside the window-curtain and looked out; perhaps it saw dawn approaching, for, taking the candle, it retreated to the door. just at my bedside, the figure stopped: the 124 eyes glared upon me--she thrust up her candle close to my face, and extinguished it under my eyes. i was aware her 125 visage flamed over mine, and i lost consciousness: for the second time in my life--only the second time--i became insensible from terror."
"who was with you when you revived?"
"no one, sir, but the broad day. i rose, bathed my head and face in water, drank a long 126; felt that though enfeebled i was not ill, and 127 that to none but you would i impart this vision. now, sir, tell me who and what that woman was?"
"the creature of an over-stimulated brain; that is certain. i must be careful of you, my treasure: nerves like yours were not made for rough handling."
"sir, depend on it, my nerves were not in fault; the thing was real: the transaction actually took place."
"and your previous dreams, were they real too? is thornfield hall a ruin? am i 128 from you by insuperable obstacles? am i leaving you without a tear--without a kiss--without a word?"
"not yet."
"am i about to do it? why, the day is already commenced which is to 129 us indissolubly; and when we are once united, there shall be no 130 of these mental terrors: i guarantee that."
"mental terrors, sir! i wish i could believe them to be only such: i wish it more now than ever; since even you cannot explain to me the mystery of that awful visitant."
"and since i cannot do it, jane, it must have been unreal."
"but, sir, when i said so to myself on rising this morning, and when i looked round the room to gather courage and comfort from the cheerful aspect of each familiar object in full daylight, there--on the carpet--i saw what gave the distinct lie to my hypothesis,--the veil, torn from top to bottom in two halves!"
i felt mr. rochester start and 131; he hastily flung his arms round me. "thank god!" he exclaimed, "that if anything 132 did come near you last night, it was only the veil that was harmed. oh, to think what might have happened!"
he drew his breath short, and strained me so close to him, i could scarcely pant. after some minutes' silence, he continued, cheerily -
"now, janet, i'll explain to you all about it. it was half dream, half reality. a woman did, i doubt not, enter your room: and that woman was--must have been--grace poole. you call her a strange being yourself: from all you know, you have reason so to call her-- what did she do to me? what to mason? in a state between sleeping and waking, you noticed her entrance and her actions; but feverish, almost 133 as you were, you ascribed to her a goblin appearance different from her own: the long dishevelled hair, the swelled black face, the exaggerated 134, were figments of imagination; results of nightmare: the spiteful tearing of the veil was real: and it is like her. i see you would ask why i keep such a woman in my house: when we have been married a year and a day, i will tell you; but not now. are you satisfied, jane? do you accept my solution of the mystery?"
i reflected, and in truth it appeared to me the only possible one: satisfied i was not, but to please him i endeavoured to appear so-- relieved, i certainly did feel; so i answered him with a 135 smile. and now, as it was long past one, i prepared to leave him.
"does not sophie sleep with adele in the nursery?" he asked, as i lit my candle.
"yes, sir."
"and there is room enough in adele's little bed for you. you must share it with her to-night, jane: it is no wonder that the incident you have related should make you nervous, and i would rather you did not sleep alone: promise me to go to the nursery."
"i shall be very glad to do so, sir."
"and fasten the door securely on the inside. wake sophie when you go upstairs, under 136 of requesting her to rouse you in good time to-morrow; for you must be dressed and have finished breakfast before eight. and now, no more sombre thoughts: chase dull care away, janet. don't you hear to what soft whispers the wind has fallen? and there is no more beating of rain against the window- 137: look here" (he lifted up the curtain)--"it is a lovely night!"
it was. half heaven was pure and 138: the clouds, now trooping before the wind, which had shifted to the west, were filing off 139 in long, silvered columns. the moon shone peacefully.
"well," said mr. rochester, gazing inquiringly into my eyes, "how is my janet now?"
"the night is 140, sir; and so am i."
"and you will not dream of separation and sorrow to-night; but of happy love and blissful union."
this prediction was but half fulfilled: i did not indeed dream of sorrow, but as little did i dream of joy; for i never slept at all. with little adele in my arms, i watched the 141 of childhood--so 142, so passionless, so innocent--and waited for the coming day: all my life was awake and astir in my frame: and as soon as the sun rose i rose too. i remember adele clung to me as i left her: i remember i kissed her as i loosened her little hands from my neck; and i cried over her with strange emotion, and quitted her because i feared my 143 would break her still sound 144. she seemed the 145 of my past life; and he i was now to array myself to meet, the 146, but adored, type of my unknown future day.
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