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when mr. st. john went, it was beginning to snow; the whirling storm continued all night. the next day a keen wind brought fresh and blinding falls; by ¹ the valley was drifted up and almost impassable. i had closed my ², laid a mat to the door to prevent the snow from blowing in under it, trimmed my fire, and after sitting nearly an hour on the ³ listening to the ⁴ fury of the tempest, i lit a candle, took down "marmion," and beginning -

"day set on norham's castled steep,
and tweed's fair river broad and deep,
and cheviot's mountains lone;
the massive towers, the donjon keep,
the flanking walls that round them sweep,
in yellow ⁵ shone" -

i soon forgot storm in music.

i heard a noise: the wind, i thought, shook the door. no; it was st. john rivers, who, lifting the ⁶, came in out of the frozen hurricane--the howling darkness--and stood before me: the cloak that covered his tall figure all white as a ⁷. i was almost in ⁸, so little had i expected any guest from the blocked-up vale that night.

"any ill news?" i demanded. "has anything happened?"

"no. how very easily alarmed you are?" he answered, removing his cloak and hanging it up against the door, towards which he again coolly pushed the mat which his entrance had ¹⁰. he stamped the snow from his boots.

"i shall sully the purity of your floor," said he, "but you must excuse me for once." then he approached the fire. "i have had hard work to get here, i assure you," he observed, as he warmed his hands over the flame. "one drift took me up to the waist; happily the snow is quite soft yet."

"but why are you come?" i could not forbear saying.

"rather an inhospitable question to put to a visitor; but since you ask it, i answer simply to have a little talk with you; i got tired of my mute books and empty rooms. besides, since yesterday i have experienced the excitement of a person to whom a tale has been half- told, and who is impatient to hear the sequel."

he sat down. i recalled his singular conduct of yesterday, and really i began to fear his wits were touched. if he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected ¹¹: i had never seen that handsome-featured face of his look more like ¹² marble than it did just now, as he put aside his snow-wet hair from his forehead and let the firelight shine free on his pale brow and cheek as pale, where it grieved me to discover the hollow trace of care or sorrow now so plainly graved. i waited, expecting he would say something i could at least comprehend; but his hand was now at his chin, his finger on his lip: he was thinking. it struck me that his hand looked wasted like his face. a perhaps uncalled-for ¹³ of pity came over my heart: i was moved to say -

"i wish diana or mary would come and live with you: it is too bad that you should be quite alone; and you are recklessly rash about your own health."

"not at all," said he: "i care for myself when necessary. i am well now. what do you see amiss in me?"

this was said with a careless, abstracted ¹⁴, which showed that my ¹⁵ was, at least in his opinion, wholly ¹⁶. i was silenced.

he still slowly moved his finger over his upper lip, and still his eye dwelt dreamily on the glowing grate; thinking it urgent to say something, i asked him presently if he felt any cold ¹⁷ from the door, which was behind him.

"no, no!" he responded shortly and somewhat ¹⁸.

"well," i reflected, "if you won't talk, you may be still; i'll let you alone now, and return to my book."

so i snuffed the candle and resumed the ¹⁹ of "marmion." he soon stirred; my eye was instantly ²⁰ to his movements; he only took out a morocco pocket-book, thence produced a letter, which he read in silence, folded it, put it back, relapsed into ²¹. it was vain to try to read with such an inscrutable ²² before me; nor could i, in ²³, consent to be dumb; he might rebuff me if my he liked, but talk i would.

"have you heard from diana and mary lately?"

"not since the letter i showed you a week ago."

"there has not been any change made about your own arrangements? you will not be summoned to leave england sooner than you expected?"

"i fear not, indeed: such chance is too good to befall me." baffled so far, i changed my ground. i bethought myself to talk about the school and my scholars.

"mary garrett's mother is better, and mary came back to the school this morning, and i shall have four new girls next week from the foundry close--they would have come to-day but for the snow."

"indeed!"

"mr. oliver pays for two."

"does he?"

"he means to give the whole school a treat at christmas."

"i know."

"was it your suggestion?"

"no."

"whose, then?"

"his daughter's, i think."

"it is like her: she is so good-natured."

"yes."

again came the blank of a pause: the clock struck eight strokes. it aroused him; he uncrossed his legs, sat ²⁴, turned to me.

"leave your book a moment, and come a little nearer the fire," he said.

wondering, and of my wonder finding no end, i complied.

"half-an-hour ago," he pursued, "i ²⁵ of my impatience to hear the sequel of a tale: on reflection, i find the matter will be better managed by my assuming the narrator's part, and converting you into a listener. before commencing, it is but fair to warn you that the story will sound somewhat hackneyed in your ears; but stale details often ²⁶ a degree of freshness when they pass through new lips. for the rest, whether ²⁷ or novel, it is short.

"twenty years ago, a poor curate--never mind his name at this moment--fell in love with a rich man's daughter; she fell in love with him, and married him, against the advice of all her friends, who consequently disowned her immediately after the wedding. before two years passed, the rash pair were both dead, and laid quietly side by side under one ²⁹. (i have seen their grave; it formed part of the pavement of a huge churchyard surrounding the grim, soot-black old cathedral of an overgrown manufacturing town in - shire.) they left a daughter, which, at its very birth, charity received in her lap--cold as that of the snow-drift i almost stuck fast in to-night. charity carried the friendless thing to the house of its rich ³⁰ relations; it was reared by an aunt-in-law, called (i come to names now) mrs. reed of gateshead. you start--did you hear a noise? i daresay it is only a rat ³¹ along the rafters of the adjoining schoolroom: it was a barn before i had it repaired and altered, and barns are generally haunted by rats.--to proceed. mrs. reed kept the ³² ten years: whether it was happy or not with her, i cannot say, never having been told; but at the end of that time she transferred it to a place you know--being no other than lowood school, where you so long resided yourself. it seems her career there was very ³³: from a pupil, she became a teacher, like yourself--really it strikes me there are parallel points in her history and yours--she left it to be a governess: there, again, your fates were ³⁴; she undertook the education of the ⁹ of a certain mr. rochester."

"mr. rivers!" i interrupted.

"i can guess your feelings," he said, "but restrain them for a while: i have nearly finished; hear me to the end. of mr. rochester's character i know nothing, but the one fact that he ³⁵ to offer honourable marriage to this young girl, and that at the very altar she discovered he had a wife yet alive, though a lunatic. what his subsequent conduct and proposals were is a matter of pure ³⁶; but when an event ³⁷ which rendered ³⁸ after the governess necessary, it was discovered she was gone--no one could tell when, where, or how. she had left thornfield hall in the night; every research after her course had been vain: the country had been ³⁹ far and wide; no ⁴⁰ of information could be gathered respecting her. yet that she should be found is become a matter of serious urgency: advertisements have been put in all the papers; i myself have received a letter from one mr. briggs, a ⁴¹, communicating the details i have just imparted. is it not an odd tale?"

"just tell me this," said i, "and since you know so much, you surely can tell it me--what of mr. rochester? how and where is he? what is he doing? is he well?"

"i am ignorant of all concerning mr. rochester: the letter never mentions him but to ⁴² the fraudulent and illegal attempt i have ⁴³ to. you should rather ask the name of the governess-- the nature of the event which requires her appearance."

"did no one go to thornfield hall, then? did no one see mr. rochester?"

"i suppose not."

"but they wrote to him?"

"of course."

"and what did he say? who has his letters?"

"mr. briggs intimates that the answer to his application was not from mr. rochester, but from a lady: it is signed 'alice fairfax.'"

i felt cold and dismayed: my worst fears then were probably true: he had in all probability left england and rushed in reckless desperation to some former haunt on the continent. and what opiate for his severe sufferings--what object for his strong passions--had he sought there? i dared not answer the question. oh, my poor master--once almost my husband--whom i had often called "my dear edward!"

"he must have been a bad man," observed mr. rivers.

"you don't know him--don't pronounce an opinion upon him," i said, with warmth.

"very well," he answered quietly: "and indeed my head is otherwise occupied than with him: i have my tale to finish. since you won't ask the governess's name, i must tell it of my own accord. stay! i have it here--it is always more satisfactory to see important points written down, fairly committed to black and white."

and the pocket-book was again ⁴⁴ produced, opened, sought through; from one of its ⁴⁵ was extracted a shabby slip of paper, hastily torn off: i recognised in its ⁴⁶ and its stains of ultra-marine, and lake, and vermillion, the ravished ⁴⁷ of the portrait-cover. he got up, held it close to my eyes: and i read, traced in indian ink, in my own handwriting, the words "jane eyre"--the work doubtless of some moment of abstraction.

"briggs wrote to me of a jane eyre:" he said, "the advertisements demanded a jane eyre: i knew a jane elliott.--i confess i had my suspicions, but it was only yesterday afternoon they were at once resolved into certainty. you own the name and ⁴⁸ the ⁴⁹?"

"yes--yes; but where is mr. briggs? he perhaps knows more of mr. rochester than you do."

"briggs is in london. i should doubt his knowing anything at all about mr. rochester; it is not in mr. rochester he is interested. meantime, you forget essential points in pursuing trifles: you do not inquire why mr. briggs sought after you--what he wanted with you."

"well, what did he want?"

"merely to tell you that your uncle, mr. eyre of madeira, is dead; that he has left you all his property, and that you are now rich-- merely that--nothing more."

"i!--rich?"

"yes, you, rich--quite an heiress."

silence succeeded.

"you must prove your identity of course," resumed st. john presently: "a step which will offer no difficulties; you can then enter on ²⁸ possession. your fortune is vested in the english funds; briggs has the will and the necessary documents."

here was a new card turned up! it is a fine thing, reader, to be lifted in a moment from ⁵¹ to wealth--a very fine thing; but not a matter one can comprehend, or consequently enjoy, all at once. and then there are other chances in life far more thrilling and rapture-giving: this is solid, an affair of the actual world, nothing ideal about it: all its associations are solid and sober, and its ⁵² are the same. one does not jump, and spring, and shout ⁵³! at hearing one has got a fortune; one begins to consider responsibilities, and to ponder business; on a base of steady satisfaction rise certain grave cares, and we contain ourselves, and blood over our ⁵⁴ with a solemn brow.

besides, the words ⁵⁵, ⁵⁶, go side by side with the words, death, funeral. my uncle i had heard was dead--my only relative; ever since being made aware of his existence, i had cherished the hope of one day seeing him: now, i never should. and then this money came only to me: not to me and a rejoicing family, but to my ⁵⁷ self. it was a grand ⁵⁸ doubtless; and independence would be glorious--yes, i felt that--that thought ⁵⁹ my heart.

"you unbend your forehead at last," said mr. rivers. "i thought medusa had looked at you, and that you were turning to stone. perhaps now you will ask how much you are worth?"

"how much am i worth?"

"oh, a trifle! nothing of course to speak of--twenty thousand pounds, i think they say--but what is that?"

"twenty thousand pounds?"

here was a new stunner--i had been calculating on four or five thousand. this news actually took my breath for a moment: mr. st. john, whom i had never heard laugh before, laughed now.

"well," said he, "if you had committed a murder, and i had told you your crime was discovered, you could scarcely look more aghast."

"it is a large sum--don't you think there is a mistake?"

"no mistake at all."

"perhaps you have read the figures wrong--it may be two thousand!"

"it is written in letters, not figures,--twenty thousand."

i again felt rather like an individual of but average ⁶⁰ powers sitting down to feast alone at a table spread with provisions for a hundred. mr. rivers rose now and put his cloak on.

"if it were not such a very wild night," he said, "i would send hannah down to keep you company: you look too ^{61 62} to be left alone. but hannah, poor woman! could not stride the drifts so well as i: her legs are not quite so long: so i must e'en leave you to your sorrows. good-night."

he was lifting the latch: a sudden thought occurred to me. "stop one minute!" i cried.

"well?"

"it puzzles me to know why mr. briggs wrote to you about me; or how he knew you, or could fancy that you, living in such an out-of-the- way place, had the power to aid in my discovery."

"oh! i am a clergyman," he said; "and the ⁶³ are often appealed to about odd matters." again the latch ⁶⁴.

"no; that does not satisfy me!" i exclaimed: and indeed there was something in the hasty and unexplanatory reply which, instead of ⁶⁵, ⁶⁶ my curiosity more than ever.

"it is a very strange piece of business," i added; "i must know more about it."

"another time."

"no; to-night!--to-night!" and as he turned from the door, i placed myself between it and him. he looked rather embarrassed.

"you certainly shall not go till you have told me all," i said.

"i would rather not just now."

"you shall!--you must!"

"i would rather diana or mary informed you."

of course these objections ⁶⁷ my eagerness to a ⁶⁸: gratified it must be, and that without delay; and i told him so.

"but i ⁶⁹ you that i was a hard man," said he, "difficult to persuade."

"and i am a hard woman,--impossible to put off."

"and then," he pursued, "i am cold: no fervour infects me."

"whereas i am hot, and fire dissolves ice. the blaze there has ⁷⁰ all the snow from your cloak; by the same token, it has streamed on to my floor, and made it like a ⁷¹ street. as you hope ever to be forgiven, mr. rivers, the high crime and misdemeanour of spoiling a sanded kitchen, tell me what i wish to know."

"well, then," he said, "i yield; if not to your earnestness, to your ⁷²: as stone is worn by continual dropping. besides, you must know some day,--as well now as later. your name is jane eyre?"

"of course: that was all settled before."

"you are not, perhaps, aware that i am your namesake?--that i was christened st. john eyre rivers?"

"no, indeed! i remember now seeing the letter e. comprised in your initials written in books you have at different times lent me; but i never asked for what name it stood. but what then? surely--"

i stopped: i could not trust myself to entertain, much less to express, the thought that rushed upon me--that ⁷³ itself,-- that, in a second, stood out a strong, solid probability. circumstances knit themselves, fitted themselves, shot into order: the chain that had been lying hitherto a formless lump of links was drawn out straight,--every ring was perfect, the connection complete. i knew, by instinct, how the matter stood, before st. john had said another word; but i cannot expect the reader to have the same intuitive perception, so i must repeat his explanation.

"my mother's name was eyre; she had two brothers; one a clergyman, who married miss jane reed, of gateshead; the other, john eyre, esq., merchant, late of funchal, madeira. mr. briggs, being mr. eyre's solicitor, wrote to us last august to inform us of our uncle's death, and to say that he had left his property to his brother the clergyman's orphan daughter, overlooking us, in consequence of a quarrel, never forgiven, between him and my father. he wrote again a few weeks since, to intimate that the heiress was lost, and asking if we knew anything of her. a name ⁷⁴ written on a slip of paper has enabled me to find her out. you know the rest." again he was going, but i set my back against the door.

"do let me speak," i said; "let me have one moment to draw breath and reflect." i paused--he stood before me, hat in hand, looking composed enough. i resumed -

"your mother was my father's sister?"

"yes."

"my aunt, consequently?"

he bowed.

"my uncle john was your uncle john? you, diana, and mary are his sister's children, as i am his brother's child?"

"undeniably."

"you three, then, are my cousins; half our blood on each side flows from the same source?"

"we are cousins; yes."

i surveyed him. it seemed i had found a brother: one i could be proud of,--one i could love; and two sisters, whose qualities were such, that, when i knew them but as ⁵⁰ strangers, they had inspired me with genuine affection and ⁷⁵. the two girls, on whom, kneeling down on the wet ground, and looking through the low, latticed window of ⁷⁶ house kitchen, i had gazed with so bitter a mixture of interest and despair, were my near kinswomen; and the young and stately gentleman who had found me almost dying at his threshold was my blood relation. glorious discovery to a lonely ⁷⁷! this was wealth indeed!--wealth to the heart!--a mine of pure, ⁷⁸ affections. this was a ⁷⁹, bright, vivid, and exhilarating;--not like the ⁸⁰ gift of gold: rich and welcome enough in its way, but sobering from its weight. i now clapped my hands in sudden joy--my pulse bounded, my ⁸¹ thrilled.

"oh, i am glad!--i am glad!" i exclaimed.

st. john smiled. "did i not say you neglected essential points to pursue trifles?" he asked. "you were serious when i told you you had got a fortune; and now, for a matter of no moment, you are excited."

"what can you mean? it may be of no moment to you; you have sisters and don't care for a cousin; but i had nobody; and now three relations,--or two, if you don't choose to be counted,--are born into my world full-grown. i say again, i am glad!"

i walked fast through the room: i stopped, half ⁸² with the thoughts that rose faster than i could receive, comprehend, settle them:- thoughts of what might, could, would, and should be, and that ere long. i looked at the blank wall: it seemed a sky thick with ⁸³ stars,--every one lit me to a purpose or delight. those who had saved my life, whom, till this hour, i had loved barrenly, i could now benefit. they were under a yoke,--i could free them: they were scattered,--i could reunite them: the independence, the ⁸⁴ which was mine, might be theirs too. were we not four? twenty thousand pounds shared equally would be five thousand each, justice--enough and to spare: justice would be done,--mutual happiness secured. now the wealth did not weigh on me: now it was not a mere bequest of coin,--it was a legacy of life, hope, ⁸⁵.

how i looked while these ideas were taking my spirit by storm, i cannot tell; but i perceived soon that mr. rivers had placed a chair behind me, and was gently attempting to make me sit down on it. he also advised me to be composed; i scorned the insinuation of helplessness and ⁸⁶, shook off his hand, and began to walk about again.

"write to diana and mary to-morrow," i said, "and tell them to come home directly. diana said they would both consider themselves rich with a thousand pounds, so with five thousand they will do very well."

"tell me where i can get you a glass of water," said st. john; "you must really make an effort to tranquillise your feelings."

"nonsense! and what sort of an effect will the bequest have on you? will it keep you in england, induce you to marry miss oliver, and settle down like an ordinary mortal?"

"you wander: your head becomes confused. i have been too ⁸⁷ in communicating the news; it has excited you beyond your strength."

"mr. rivers! you quite put me out of patience: i am rational enough; it is you who misunderstand, or rather who affect to misunderstand."

"perhaps, if you explained yourself a little more ⁸⁸, i should comprehend better."

"explain! what is there to explain? you cannot fail to see that twenty thousand pounds, the sum in question, divided equally between the nephew and three nieces of our uncle, will give five thousand to each? what i want is, that you should write to your sisters and tell them of the fortune that has ⁸⁹ to them."

"to you, you mean."

"i have intimated my view of the case: i am ⁹⁰ of taking any other. i am not ⁹¹ selfish, blindly unjust, or fiendishly ungrateful. besides, i am resolved i will have a home and connections. i like moor house, and i will live at moor house; i like diana and mary, and i will attach myself for life to diana and mary. it would please and benefit me to have five thousand pounds; it would ⁹² and oppress me to have twenty thousand; which, moreover, could never be mine in justice, though it might in law. i abandon to you, then, what is absolutely superfluous to me. let there be no ⁹³, and no discussion about it; let us agree amongst each other, and decide the point at once."

"this is ⁹⁴ on first impulses; you must take days to consider such a matter, ere your word can be regarded as ⁹⁵."

"oh! if all you doubt is my ⁹⁶, i am easy: you see the justice of the case?"

"i do see a certain justice; but it is contrary to all custom. besides, the entire fortune is your right: my uncle gained it by his own efforts; he was free to leave it to whom he would: he left it to you. after all, justice permits you to keep it: you may, with a clear conscience, consider it absolutely your own."

"with me," said i, "it is fully as much a matter of feeling as of conscience: i must indulge my feelings; i so seldom have had an opportunity of doing so. were you to argue, object, and annoy me for a year, i could not forego the delicious pleasure of which i have caught a glimpse--that of repaying, in part, a ⁹⁷ obligation, and winning to myself lifelong friends."

"you think so now," rejoined st. john, "because you do not know what it is to possess, nor consequently to enjoy wealth: you cannot form a notion of the importance twenty thousand pounds would give you; of the place it would enable you to take in society; of the ⁹⁸ it would open to you: you cannot--"

"and you," i interrupted, "cannot at all imagine the ⁹⁹ i have for fraternal and sisterly love. i never had a home, i never had brothers or sisters; i must and will have them now: you are not reluctant to admit me and own me, are you?"

"jane, i will be your brother--my sisters will be your sisters-- without ¹⁰⁰ for this sacrifice of your just rights."

"brother? yes; at the distance of a thousand leagues! sisters? yes; slaving amongst strangers! i, wealthy--gorged with gold i never earned and do not merit! you, penniless! famous equality and fraternisation! close union! intimate ¹⁰¹!"

"but, jane, your ¹⁰² after family ties and domestic happiness may be realised otherwise than by the means you ¹⁰³: you may marry."

"nonsense, again! marry! i don't want to marry, and never shall marry."

"that is saying too much: such ¹⁰⁴ affirmations are a proof of the excitement under which you labour."

"it is not saying too much: i know what i feel, and how ¹⁰⁵ are my ¹⁰⁶ to the bare thought of marriage. no one would take me for love; and i will not be regarded in the light of a mere money ¹⁰⁷. and i do not want a stranger--unsympathising, alien, different from me; i want my kindred: those with whom i have full fellow-feeling. say again you will be my brother: when you uttered the words i was satisfied, happy; repeat them, if you can, repeat them sincerely."

"i think i can. i know i have always loved my own sisters; and i know on what my affection for them is grounded,--respect for their worth and admiration of their talents. you too have principle and mind: your tastes and habits resemble diana's and mary's; your presence is always agreeable to me; in your conversation i have already for some time found a salutary ¹⁰⁸. i feel i can easily and naturally make room in my heart for you, as my third and youngest sister."

"thank you: that contents me for to-night. now you had better go; for if you stay longer, you will perhaps irritate me afresh by some mistrustful ¹⁰⁹."

"and the school, miss eyre? it must now be shut up, i suppose?"

"no. i will retain my post of mistress till you get a substitute."

he smiled ¹¹⁰: we shook hands, and he took leave.

i need not narrate in detail the further struggles i had, and arguments i used, to get matters regarding the legacy settled as i wished. my task was a very hard one; but, as i was absolutely resolved--as my cousins saw at length that my mind was really and ^{111 112} on making a just division of the property--as they must in their own hearts have felt the ¹¹³ of the intention; and must, besides, have been ¹¹⁴ conscious that in my place they would have done ¹¹⁵ what i wished to do--they yielded at length so far as to consent to put the affair to ¹¹⁶. the judges chosen were mr. oliver and an able lawyer: both coincided in my opinion: i carried my point. the instruments of transfer were drawn out: st. john, diana, mary, and i, each became ¹¹⁷ of a competency.

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