d with thanks； I should have gone on my way and not felt any vocation to renew inquiries： but the frown； the roughness of the traveller； set me at my ease： I retained my station when he waved to me to go； and announced—
“I cannot think of leaving you； sir； at so late an hour； in this solitary lane； till I see you are fit to mount your horse。”
He looked at me when I said this； he had hardly turned his eyes in my direction before。
“I should think you ought to be at home yourself；” said he； “if you have a home in this neighbourhood： where do you e from？”
“From just below； and I am not at all afraid of being out late when it is moonlight： I will run over to Hay for you with pleasure； if you wish it： indeed； I am going there to post a letter。”
“You live just below—do you mean at that house with the battlements？” pointing to Thornfield Hall； on which the moon cast a hoary gleam； bringing it out distinct and pale from the woods that； by contrast with the western sky； now seemed one mass of shadow。
“Yes； sir。”
“Whose house is it？”
“Mr。 Rochester’s。”
“Do you know Mr。 Rochester？”
“No； I have never seen him。”
“He is not resident； then？”
“No。”
“Can you tell me where he is？”
“I cannot。”
“You are not a servant at the hall； of course。 You are—” He stopped； ran his eye over my dress； ple： a black merino cloak； a black beaver bon； neither of them half fine enough for a lady’s…maid。 He seemed puzzled to decide what I was； I helped him。
“I am the governess。”
“Ah； the governess！” he repeated； “deuce take me； if I had not forgotten！ The governess！” and again my raiment underwent scrutiny。 In two minutes he rose from the stile： his face expressed pain when he tried to move。
“I cannot mission you to fetch help；” he said； “but you may help me a little yourself； if you will be so kind。”
“Yes； sir。”
“You have not an umbrella that I can use as a stick？”
“No。”
“Try to get hold of my horse’s bridle and lead him to me： you are not afraid？”
I should have been afraid to touch a horse when alone； but when told to do it； I was disposed to obey。 I put down my muff on the stile； and went up to the tall steed； I endeavoured to catch the bridle； but it was a spirited thing； and would not let me e near its head； I made effort on effort； though in vain： meantime； I was mortally afraid of its trampling fore…feet。 The traveller waited and watched for some time； and at last he laughed。
“I see；” he said； “the mountain will never be brought to Mahomet； so all you can do is to aid Mahomet to go to the mountain； I must beg of you to e here。”
I came。 “Excuse me；” he continued： “necessity pels me to make you useful。” He laid a heavy hand on my shoulder； and leaning on me with some stress； limped to his horse。 Having once caught the bridle； he mastered it directly and sprang to his saddle； grimacing grimly as he made the effort； for it wrenched his sprain。
“Now；” said he； releasing his under lip from a hard bite； “just hand me my whip； it lies there under the hedge。”
I sought it and found it。
“Thank you； now make haste with the letter to Hay； and return as fast as you can。”
A touch of a spurred heel made his horse first start and rear； and then bound away； the dog rushed in his traces； all three vanished；
“Like heath that； in the wilderness；
The wild wind whirls away。”
I took up my muff and walked on。 The incident had occurred and was gone for me： it was an incident of no moment； no romance； no interest in a sense； yet it marked with change one single hour of a monotonous life。 My help had been needed and claimed； I had given it： I was pleased to have done something； trivial； transitory though the deed was； it was yet an active thing； and I was weary of an existence all passive。 The new face； too； was like a new picture introduced to the gallery of memory； and it was dissimilar to all the others hanging there： firstly； because it was masculine； and； secondly； because it was dark； strong； and stern。 I had it still before me when I entered Hay； and slipped the letter into the post… office； I saw it as I walked fast down…hill all the way home。 When I came to the stile； I stopped a minute； looked round and listened； with an idea that a horse’s hoofs might ring on the causeway again； and that a rider in a cloak； and a Gytrash…like Newfoundland dog； might be again apparent： I saw only the hedge and a pollard willow before me； rising up still and straight to meet the moonbeams； I heard only the faintest waft of wind roaming fitful among the trees round Thornfield； a mile distant； and when I glanced down in the direction of the murmur； my eye； traversing the hall…front； caught a light kindling in a window： it reminded me that I was late； and I hurried on。
I did not like re…entering Thornfield。 To pass its threshold was to return to stagnation； to cross the silent hall； to ascend the darksome staircase； to seek my own lonely little room； and then to meet tranquil Mrs。 Fairfax； and spend the long winter evening with her； and her only； was to quell wholly the faint excitement wakened by my walk；—to slip again over my faculties the viewless fetters of an uniform and too still existence； of an existence whose very privileges of security and ease I was being incapable of appreciating。 What good it would have done me at that time to have been tossed in the storms of an uncertain struggling life； and to have been taught by rough and bitter experience to long for the calm amidst which I now repined！ Yes； just as much good as it would do a man tired of sitting still in a “too easy chair” to take a long walk： and just as natural was the wish to stir； under my circumstances； as it would be under his。
I lingered at the gates； I lingered on the lawn； I paced backwards and forwards on the pavement； the shutters of the glass door were closed； I could not see into the interior； and both my eyes and spirit seemed drawn from the gloomy house—from the grey…hollow filled with rayless cells； as it appeared to me—to that sky expanded before me；—a blue sea absolved from taint of cloud； the moon ascending it in solemn march； her orb seeming to look up as she left the hill…tops； from behind which she had e； far and farther below her； and aspired to the zenith； midnight dark in its fathomless depth and measureless distance； and for those trembling stars that followed her course； they made my heart tremble； my veins glow when I viewed them。 Little things recall us to earth； the clock struck in the hall； that sufficed； I turned from moon and stars； opened a side…door； and went in。
The hall was not dark； nor yet was it lit； only by the high…hung bronze lamp； a warm glow suffused both it and the lower steps of the oak staircase。 This ruddy shine issued from the great dining…room； whose two…leaved door stood open； and showed a genial fire in the grate； glancing on marble hearth and brass fire…irons； and revealing purple draperies and polished furniture； in the most pleasant radiance。 It revealed； too； a group near the mantelpiece： I had scarcely caught it； and scarcely bee aware of a cheerful mingling of voices； amongst which I seemed to distinguish the tones of Adèle； when the door closed。
I hastened to Mrs。 Fairfax’s room； there was a fire there too； but no candle； and no Mrs。 Fairfax。 Instead； all alone； sitting upright on the rug； and gazing with gravity at the blaze； I beheld a great black and white long…haired dog； just like the Gytrash of the lane。 It was so like it that I went forward and said—“Pilot” and the thing got up and came to me and snuffed me。 I caressed him； and he wagged his great tail； but he looked an eerie creature to be alone with； and I could not tell whence he had e。 I rang the bell； for I wanted a candle； and I wanted； too； to get an account of this visitant。 Leah entered。
“What dog is this？”
“He came with master。”
“With whom？”
“With master—Mr。 Rochester—he is just arrived。”
“Indeed！ and is Mrs。 Fairfax with him？”
“Yes； and Miss Adèle； they are in the dining…room； and John is gone for a surgeon； for master has had an accident； his horse fell and his ankle is sprained。”
“Did the horse fall in Hay Lane？”
“Yes； ing down…hill； it slipped on some ice。”
“Ah！ Bring me a candle will you Leah？”
Leah brought it； she entered； followed by Mrs。 Fairfax； who repeated the news； adding that Mr。 Carter the surgeon was e； and was now with Mr。 Rochester： then she hurried out to give orders about tea； and I went upstairs to take off my things。
Chapter 13
Mr。 Rochester； it seems； by the surgeon’s orders； went to bed early that night； nor did he rise soon next morning。 When he did e down； it was to attend to business： his agent and some of his tenants were arrived； and waiting to speak with him。
Adèle and I had now to vacate the library： it would be in daily requisition as a reception…room for callers。 A fire was lit in an apartment upstairs； and there I carried our books； and arranged it for the future schoolroom。 I discerned in the course of the morning that Thornfield Hall was a changed place： no longer silent as a church； it echoed every hour or two to a knock at the door； or a clang of the bell； steps； too； often traversed the hall； and new voices spoke in different keys below； a rill from the outer world was flowing through it； it had a master： for my part； I liked it better。
Adèle was not easy to teach that day； she could not apply： she kept running to the door and looking over the banisters to see if she could get a glimpse of Mr。 Rochester； then she coined pretexts to go downstairs； in order； as I shrewdly suspected； to visit the library； where I knew she was not wanted； then； when I got a little angry； and made her sit still； she continued to talk incessantly of her “ami； Monsieur Edouard Fairfax de Rochester；” as she dubbed him （I had not before heard his prenomens）； and to conjecture what presents he had brought her： for it appears he had intimated the night before； that when his luggage came from Millcote； there would be found amongst it a little box in whose contents she had an interest。
“Et cela doit signifier；” said she； “qu’il y aura le dedans un cadeau pour moi； et peut…être pour vous aussi； mademoiselle。 Monsieur a parle de vous： il m’a demande l