sophie came at seven to dress me: she was very long indeed in accomplishing her task; so long that mr. rochester, grown, i suppose, impatient of my delay, sent up to ask why i did not come. she was just fastening my veil (the plain square of blond after all) to my hair with a brooch; i hurried from under her hands as soon as i could.
"stop!" she cried in french. "look at yourself in the mirror: you have not taken one peep."
so i turned at the door: i saw a robed and veiled figure, so unlike my usual self that it seemed almost the image of a stranger. "jane!" called a voice, and i hastened down. i was received at the foot of the stairs by mr. rochester.
"lingerer!" he said, "my brain is on fire with 1, and you tarry so long!"
he took me into the dining-room, surveyed me keenly all over, pronounced me "fair as a lily, and not only the pride of his life, but the desire of his eyes," and then telling me he would give me but ten minutes to eat some breakfast, he rang the bell. one of his lately hired servants, a footman, answered it.
"is john getting the carriage ready?"
"yes, sir."
"is the luggage brought down?"
"they are bringing it down, sir."
"go you to the church: see if mr. wood (the clergyman) and the clerk are there: return and tell me."
the church, as the reader knows, was but just beyond the gates; the footman soon returned.
"mr. wood is in the vestry, sir, putting on his surplice."
"and the carriage?"
"the horses are harnessing."
"we shall not want it to go to church; but it must be ready the moment we return: all the boxes and luggage arranged and 2 on, and the coachman in his seat."
"yes, sir."
"jane, are you ready?"
i rose. there were no groomsmen, no bridesmaids, no relatives to wait for or marshal: none but mr. rochester and i. mrs. fairfax stood in the hall as we passed. i would fain have spoken to her, but my hand was held by a grasp of iron: i was hurried along by a stride i could hardly follow; and to look at mr. rochester's face was to feel that not a second of delay would be tolerated for any purpose. i wonder what other bridegroom ever looked as he did--so 3 up to a purpose, so grimly 4: or who, under such 5 brows, ever revealed such flaming and flashing eyes.
i know not whether the day was fair or 6; in 7 the drive, i gazed neither on sky nor earth: my heart was with my eyes; and both seemed migrated into mr. rochester's frame. i wanted to see the invisible thing on which, as we went along, he appeared to fasten a glance fierce and fell. i wanted to feel the thoughts whose force he seemed breasting and resisting.
at the churchyard wicket he stopped: he discovered i was quite out of breath. "am i cruel in my love?" he said. "delay an instant: lean on me, jane."
and now i can recall the picture of the grey old house of god rising calm before me, of a rook wheeling round the steeple, of a ruddy morning sky beyond. i remember something, too, of the green grave- 8; and i have not forgotten, either, two figures of strangers straying amongst the low hillocks and reading the mementoes graven on the few mossy head-stones. i noticed them, because, as they saw us, they passed round to the back of the church; and i doubted not they were going to enter by the side-aisle door and witness the ceremony. by mr. rochester they were not observed; he was earnestly looking at my face from which the blood had, i daresay, momentarily fled: for i felt my forehead dewy, and my cheeks and lips cold. when i rallied, which i soon did, he walked gently with me up the path to the porch.
we entered the quiet and 9 temple; the priest waited in his white surplice at the lowly altar, the clerk beside him. all was still: two shadows only moved in a remote corner. my 10 had been correct: the strangers had slipped in before us, and they now stood by the 11 of the rochesters, their backs towards us, viewing through the rails the old time-stained marble tomb, where a kneeling angel guarded the 13 of damer de rochester, 14 at marston 15 in the time of the civil wars, and of elizabeth, his wife.
our place was taken at the communion rails. hearing a cautious step behind me, i glanced over my shoulder: one of the strangers--a gentleman, evidently--was advancing up the chancel. the service began. the explanation of the intent of matrimony was gone through; and then the clergyman came a step further forward, and, bending slightly towards mr. rochester, went on.
"i require and charge you both (as ye will answer at the dreadful day of 17, when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed), that if either of you know any impediment why ye may not 19 be joined together in matrimony, ye do now confess it; for be ye well assured that so many as are coupled together otherwise than god's word doth allow, are not joined together by god, neither is their matrimony 18."
he paused, as the custom is. when is the pause after that sentence ever broken by reply? not, perhaps, once in a hundred years. and the clergyman, who had not lifted his eyes from his book, and had held his breath but for a moment, was 20: his hand was already stretched towards mr. rochester, as his lips unclosed to ask, "21 thou have this woman for thy 23 wife?"--when a distinct and near voice said -
"the marriage cannot go on: i declare the existence of an impediment."
the clergyman looked up at the speaker and stood mute; the clerk did the same; mr. rochester moved slightly, as if an earthquake had rolled under his feet: taking a firmer footing, and not turning his head or eyes, he said, "proceed."
profound silence fell when he had uttered that word, with deep but low 24. presently mr. wood said -
"i cannot proceed without some 25 into what has been asserted, and evidence of its truth or falsehood."
"the ceremony is quite broken off," subjoined the voice behind us. "i am in a condition to prove my allegation: an insuperable impediment to this marriage exists."
mr. rochester heard, but 26 not: he stood stubborn and 27, making no movement but to possess himself of my hand. what a hot and strong grasp he had! and how like 28 marble was his pale, firm, massive front at this moment! how his eye shone, still 29, and yet wild beneath!
mr. wood seemed at a loss. "what is the nature of the impediment?" he asked. "perhaps it may be got over--explained away?"
"hardly," was the answer. "i have called it insuperable, and i speak advisedly."
the speaker came forward and leaned on the rails. he continued, uttering each word distinctly, calmly, 30, but not loudly -
"it simply consists in the existence of a previous marriage. mr. rochester has a wife now living."
my nerves vibrated to those low-spoken words as they had never vibrated to thunder--my blood felt their subtle violence as it had never felt frost or fire; but i was collected, and in no danger of swooning. i looked at mr. rochester: i made him look at me. his whole face was colourless rock: his eye was both spark and flint. he disavowed nothing: he seemed as if he would defy all things. without speaking, without smiling, without seeming to recognise in me a human being, he only twined my waist with his arm and 31 me to his side.
"who are you?" he asked of the intruder.
"my name is briggs, a 33 of--street, london."
"and you would thrust on me a wife?"
"i would remind you of your lady's existence, sir, which the law recognises, if you do not."
"favour me with an account of her--with her name, her parentage, her place of 34."
"certainly." mr. briggs calmly took a paper from his pocket, and read out in a sort of official, nasal voice:-
"'i affirm and can prove that on the 20th of october a.d.--(a date of fifteen years back), edward fairfax rochester, of thornfield hall, in the county of -, and of ferndean 35, in -shire, england, was married to my sister, bertha antoinetta mason, daughter of jonas mason, merchant, and of antoinetta his wife, a creole, at--church, spanish town, jamaica. the record of the marriage will be found in the register of that church--a copy of it is now in my possession. signed, richard mason.'"
"that--if a genuine document--may prove i have been married, but it does not prove that the woman mentioned therein as my wife is still living."
"she was living three months ago," returned the lawyer.
"how do you know?"
"i have a witness to the fact, whose 36 even you, sir, will scarcely 37."
"produce him--or go to hell."
"i will produce him first--he is on the spot. mr. mason, have the goodness to step forward."
mr. rochester, on hearing the name, set his teeth; he experienced, too, a sort of strong convulsive quiver; near to him as i was, i felt the spasmodic movement of fury or despair run through his frame. the second stranger, who had hitherto lingered in the background, now drew near; a pale face looked over the solicitor's shoulder--yes, it was mason himself. mr. rochester turned and glared at him. his eye, as i have often said, was a black eye: it had now a 38, 39, a 40 light in its gloom; and his face flushed--olive cheek and 41 forehead received a glow as from spreading, 42 heart-fire: and he stirred, lifted his strong arm--he could have struck mason, dashed him on the church-floor, shocked by ruthless blow the breath from his body--but mason shrank away, and cried faintly, "good god!" contempt fell cool on mr. rochester--his passion died as if a 43 had shrivelled it up: he only asked--"what have you to say?"
an inaudible reply escaped mason's white lips.
"the devil is in it if you cannot answer distinctly. i again demand, what have you to say?"
"sir--sir," interrupted the clergyman, "do not forget you are in a sacred place." then addressing mason, he inquired gently, "are you aware, sir, whether or not this gentleman's wife is still living?"
"courage," urged the lawyer,--"speak out."
"she is now living at thornfield hall," said mason, in more articulate tones: "i saw her there last april. i am her brother."
"at thornfield hall!" ejaculated the clergyman. "impossible! i am an old resident in this neighbourhood, sir, and i never heard of a mrs. rochester at thornfield hall."
i saw a grim smile contort mr. rochester's lips, and he muttered -
"no, by god! i took care that none should hear of it--or of her under that name." he mused--for ten minutes he held counsel with himself: he formed his resolve, and announced it -
"enough! all shall bolt out at once, like the bullet from the barrel. wood, close your book and take off your surplice; john green (to the clerk), leave the church: there will be no wedding to-day." the man obeyed.
mr. rochester continued, 45 and recklessly: "bigamy is an ugly word!--i meant, however, to be a bigamist; but fate has out- manoeuvred me, or 46 has checked me,--perhaps the last. i am little better than a devil at this moment; and, as my 47 there would tell me, deserve no doubt the sternest 48 of god, even to the 49 fire and deathless worm. gentlemen, my plan is broken up:- what this lawyer and his client say is true: i have been married, and the woman to whom i was married lives! you say you never heard of a mrs. rochester at the house up yonder, wood; but i daresay you have many a time inclined your ear to gossip about the mysterious lunatic kept there under watch and 12. some have whispered to you that she is my 50 half-sister: some, my cast- off mistress. i now inform you that she is my wife, whom i married fifteen years ago,--bertha mason by name; sister of this resolute personage, who is now, with his quivering limbs and white cheeks, showing you what a 51 heart men may bear. cheer up, dick!--never fear me!--i'd almost as soon strike a woman as you. bertha mason is mad; and she came of a mad family; idiots and 53 through three generations? her mother, the creole, was both a madwoman and a drunkard!--as i found out after i had 22 the daughter: for they were silent on family secrets before. bertha, like a dutiful child, copied her parent in both points. i had a charming partner--pure, wise, modest: you can fancy i was a happy man. i went through rich scenes! oh! my experience has been heavenly, if you only knew it! but i owe you no further explanation. briggs, wood, mason, i invite you all to come up to the house and visit mrs. poole's patient, and my wife! you shall see what sort of a being i was cheated into 54, and judge whether or not i had a right to break the compact, and seek sympathy with something at least human. this girl," he continued, looking at me, "knew no more than you, wood, of the disgusting secret: she thought all was fair and legal and never dreamt she was going to be 55 into a 56 union with a 57 58, already bound to a bad, mad, and embruted partner! come all of you--follow!"
still holding me fast, he left the church: the three gentlemen came after. at the front door of the hall we found the carriage.
"take it back to the coach-house, john," said mr. rochester coolly; "it will not be wanted to-day."
at our entrance, mrs. fairfax, adele, sophie, leah, advanced to meet and greet us.
"to the right-about--every soul!" cried the master; "away with your congratulations! who wants them? not i!--they are fifteen years too late!"
he passed on and 59 the stairs, still holding my hand, and still 60 the gentlemen to follow him, which they did. we mounted the first staircase, passed up the gallery, proceeded to the third storey: the low, black door, opened by mr. rochester's master-key, admitted us to the 61 room, with its great bed and its 62 cabinet.
"you know this place, mason," said our guide; "she bit and stabbed you here."
he lifted the hangings from the wall, uncovering the second door: this, too, he opened. in a room without a window, there burnt a fire guarded by a high and strong fender, and a lamp suspended from the ceiling by a chain. grace poole bent over the fire, 63 cooking something in a saucepan. in the deep shade, at the farther end of the room, a figure ran 64 and forwards. what it was, whether beast or human being, one could not, at first sight, tell: it 65, seemingly, on all fours; it snatched and 66 like some strange wild animal: but it was covered with clothing, and a quantity of dark, grizzled hair, wild as a mane, hid its head and face.
"good-morrow, mrs. poole!" said mr. rochester. "how are you? and how is your charge to-day?"
"we're tolerable, sir, i thank you," replied grace, lifting the boiling mess carefully on to the hob: "rather snappish, but not 'rageous."
a fierce cry seemed to give the lie to her 67 report: the clothed 68 rose up, and stood tall on its hind-feet.
"ah! sir, she sees you!" exclaimed grace: "you'd better not stay."
"only a few moments, grace: you must allow me a few moments."
"take care then, sir!--for god's sake, take care!"
the 52 69: she parted her shaggy locks from her visage, and gazed wildly at her visitors. i recognised well that purple face,--those bloated features. mrs. poole advanced.
"keep out of the way," said mr. rochester, thrusting her aside: "she has no knife now, i suppose, and i'm on my guard."
"one never knows what she has, sir: she is so cunning: it is not in mortal 70 to 71 her craft."
"we had better leave her," whispered mason.
"go to the devil!" was his brother-in-law's recommendation.
"'44!" cried grace. the three gentlemen retreated 72. mr. rochester flung me behind him: the lunatic sprang and grappled his throat viciously, and laid her teeth to his cheek: they struggled. she was a big woman, in 73 almost equalling her husband, and corpulent besides: she showed 74 force in the contest--more than once she almost 75 him, 76 as he was. he could have settled her with a well-planted blow; but he would not strike: he would only 77. at last he mastered her arms; grace poole gave him a cord, and he 78 them behind her: with more rope, which was at hand, he bound her to a chair. the operation was performed amidst the fiercest yells and the most convulsive 79. mr. rochester then turned to the spectators: he looked at them with a smile both 80 and 81.
"that is my wife," said he. "such is the sole 82 embrace i am ever to know--such are the 83 which are to 84 my leisure hours! and this is what i wished to have" (laying his hand on my shoulder): "this young girl, who stands so grave and quiet at the mouth of hell, looking collectedly at the 85 of a 86, i wanted her just as a change after that fierce ragout. wood and briggs, look at the difference! compare these clear eyes with the red balls yonder--this face with that mask--this form with that bulk; then judge me, priest of the gospel and man of the law, and remember with what judgment ye judge ye shall be judged! off with you now. i must shut up my prize."
we all withdrew. mr. rochester stayed a moment behind us, to give some further order to grace poole. the solicitor addressed me as he 87 the stair.
"you, madam," said he, "are cleared from all blame: your uncle will be glad to hear it--if, indeed, he should be still living--when mr. mason returns to madeira."
"my uncle! what of him? do you know him?"
"mr. mason does. mr. eyre has been the funchal correspondent of his house for some years. when your uncle received your letter intimating the 88 union between yourself and mr. rochester, mr. mason, who was staying at madeira to recruit his health, on his way back to jamaica, happened to be with him. mr. eyre mentioned the intelligence; for he knew that my client here was acquainted with a gentleman of the name of rochester. mr. mason, astonished and 89 as you may suppose, revealed the real state of matters. your uncle, i am sorry to say, is now on a sick bed; from which, considering the nature of his disease--decline--and the stage it has reached, it is unlikely he will ever rise. he could not then hasten to england himself, to 90 you from the 91 into which you had fallen, but he 92 mr. mason to lose no time in taking steps to prevent the false marriage. he referred him to me for assistance. i used all 93, and am thankful i was not too late: as you, doubtless, must be also. were i not morally certain that your uncle will be dead ere you reach madeira, i would advise you to accompany mr. mason back; but as it is, i think you had better remain in england till you can hear further, either from or of mr. eyre. have we anything else to stay for?" he inquired of mr. mason.
"no, no--let us be gone," was the anxious reply; and without waiting to take leave of mr. rochester, they made their exit at the hall door. the clergyman stayed to exchange a few sentences, either of admonition or 94, with his 95 parishioner; this duty done, he too departed.
i heard him go as i stood at the half-open door of my own room, to which i had now 96. the house cleared, i shut myself in, fastened the bolt that none might 32, and proceeded--not to weep, not to mourn, i was yet too calm for that, but--mechanically to take off the wedding dress, and replace it by the stuff gown i had worn yesterday, as i thought, for the last time. i then sat down: i felt weak and tired. i leaned my arms on a table, and my head dropped on them. and now i thought: till now i had only heard, seen, moved--followed up and down where i was led or dragged- -watched event rush on event, disclosure open beyond disclosure: but now, i thought.
the morning had been a quiet morning enough--all except the brief scene with the lunatic: the transaction in the church had not been noisy; there was no explosion of passion, no loud 97, no dispute, no 98 or challenge, no tears, no 99: a few words had been spoken, a calmly pronounced objection to the marriage made; some stern, short questions put by mr. rochester; answers, explanations given, evidence adduced; an open admission of the truth had been uttered by my master; then the living proof had been seen; the intruders were gone, and all was over.
i was in my own room as usual--just myself, without obvious change: nothing had 100 me, or 101 me, or maimed me. and yet where was the jane eyre of yesterday?--where was her life?--where were her 102?
jane eyre, who had been an 103, expectant woman--almost a bride, was a cold, 104 girl again: her life was pale; her prospects were desolate. a christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white december storm had whirled over june; ice 105 the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen 106: lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to- day were pathless with untrodden snow; and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as 107 between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry norway. my hopes were all dead--struck with a subtle 108, such as, in one night, fell on all the first-born in the land of egypt. i looked on my cherished wishes, yesterday so blooming and glowing; they lay 109, chill, livid 110 that could never revive. i looked at my love: that feeling which was my master's--which he had created; it shivered in my heart, like a suffering child in a cold cradle; sickness and 111 had seized it; it could not seek mr. rochester's arms--it could not 112 warmth from his breast. oh, never more could it turn to him; for faith was blighted--confidence destroyed! mr. rochester was not to me what he had been; for he was not what i had thought him. i would not ascribe 16 to him; i would not say he had betrayed me; but the attribute of 113 truth was gone from his idea, and from his presence i must go: that i perceived well. when--how--whither, i could not yet discern; but he himself, i doubted not, would hurry me from thornfield. real affection, it seemed, he could not have for me; it had been only fitful passion: that was 114; he would want me no more. i should fear even to cross his path now: my view must be hateful to him. oh, how blind had been my eyes! how weak my conduct!
my eyes were covered and closed: 115 darkness seemed to swim round me, and reflection came in as black and confused a flow. self-abandoned, relaxed, and effortless, i seemed to have laid me down in the dried-up bed of a great river; i heard a flood loosened in remote mountains, and felt the 116 come: to rise i had no will, to flee i had no strength. i lay faint, 117 to be dead. one idea only still 118 life-like within me--a remembrance of god: it 119 an unuttered prayer: these words went wandering up and down in my rayless mind, as something that should be whispered, but no energy was found to express them -
"be not far from me, for trouble is near: there is none to help."
it was near: and as i had lifted no petition to heaven to 120 it- -as i had neither joined my hands, nor bent my knees, nor moved my lips--it came: in full heavy swing the torrent poured over me. the whole consciousness of my life lorn, my love lost, my hope 121, my faith death-struck, swayed full and 122 above me in one 123 mass. that bitter hour cannot be described: in truth, "the waters came into my soul; i sank in deep 124: i felt no 125; i came into deep waters; the floods 126 me."
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