lawry and almost of reprobation—to seek the chilly harbourage of Lowood： that bourne so far away and unexplored。 The same hostile roof now again rose before me： my prospects were doubtful yet； and I had yet an aching heart。 I still felt as a wanderer on the face of the earth； but I experienced firmer trust in myself and my own powers； and less withering dread of oppression。 The gaping wound of my wrongs； too； was now quite healed； and the flame of resentment extinguished。
“You shall go into the breakfast…room first；” said Bessie； as she preceded me through the hall； “the young ladies will be there。”
In another moment I was within that apartment。 There was every article of furniture looking just as it did on the morning I was first introduced to Mr。 Brocklehurst： the very rug he had stood upon still covered the hearth。 Glancing at the bookcases； I thought I could distinguish the two volumes of Bewick’s British Birds occupying their old place on the third shelf； and Gulliver’s Travels and the Arabian Nights ranged just above。 The inanimate objects were not changed； but the living things had altered past recognition。
Two young ladies appeared before me； one very tall； almost as tall as Miss Ingram—very thin too； with a sallow face and severe mien。 There was something ascetic in her look； which was augmented by the extreme plainness of a straight…skirted； black； stuff dress； a starched linen collar； hair bed away from the temples； and the nun…like ornament of a string of ebony beads and a crucifix。 This I felt sure was Eliza； though I could trace little resemblance to her former self in that elongated and colourless visage。
The other was as certainly Georgiana： but not the Georgiana I remembered—the slim and fairy…like girl of eleven。 This was a full…blown； very plump damsel； fair as waxwork； with handsome and regular features； languishing blue eyes； and ringleted yellow hair。 The hue of her dress was black too； but its fashion was so different from her sister’s—so much more flowing and being—it looked as stylish as the other’s looked puritanical。
In each of the sisters there was one trait of the mother—and only one； the thin and pallid elder daughter had her parent’s Cairngorm eye： the blooming and luxuriant younger girl had her contour of jaw and chin—perhaps a little softened； but still imparting an indescribable hardness to the countenance otherwise so voluptuous and buxom。
Both ladies； as I advanced； rose to wele me； and both addressed me by the name of “Miss Eyre。” Eliza’s greeting was delivered in a short； abrupt voice； without a smile； and then she sat down again； fixed her eyes on the fire； and seemed to forget me。 Georgiana added to her “How d’ye do？” several monplaces about my journey； the weather； and so on； uttered in rather a drawling tone： and acpanied by sundry side…glances that measured me from head to foot—now traversing the folds of my drab merino pelisse； and now lingering on the plain trimming of my cottage bon。 Young ladies have a remarkable way of letting you know that they think you a “quiz” without actually saying the words。 A certain superciliousness of look； coolness of manner； nonchalance of tone； express fully their sentiments on the point； without mitting them by any positive rudeness in word or deed。
A sneer； however； whether covert or open； had now no longer that power over me it once possessed： as I sat between my cousins； I was surprised to find how easy I felt under the total neglect of the one and the semi…sarcastic attentions of the other—Eliza did not mortify； nor Georgiana ruffle me。 The fact was； I had other things to think about； within the last few months feelings had been stirred in me so much more potent than any they could raise—pains and pleasures so much more acute and exquisite had been excited than any it was in their power to inflict or bestow—that their airs gave me no concern either for good or bad。
“How is Mrs。 Reed？” I asked soon； looking calmly at Georgiana； who thought fit to bridle at the direct address； as if it were an unexpected liberty。
“Mrs。 Reed？ Ah！ mama； you mean； she is extremely poorly： I doubt if you can see her to…night。”
“If；” said I； “you would just step upstairs and tell her I am e； I should be much obliged to you。”
Georgiana almost started； and she opened her blue eyes wild and wide。 “I know she had a particular wish to see me；” I added； “and I would not defer attending to her desire longer than is absolutely necessary。”
“Mama dislikes being disturbed in an evening；” remarked Eliza。 I soon rose； quietly took off my bon and gloves； uninvited； and said I would just step out to Bessie—who was； I dared say； in the kitchen—and ask her to ascertain whether Mrs。 Reed was disposed to receive me or not to…night。 I went； and having found Bessie and despatched her on my errand； I proceeded to take further measures。 It had heretofore been my habit always to shrink from arrogance： received as I had been to…day； I should； a year ago； have resolved to quit Gateshead the very next morning； now； it was disclosed to me all at once that that would be a foolish plan。 I had taken a journey of a hundred miles to see my aunt； and I must stay with her till she was better—or dead： as to her daughters’ pride or folly； I must put it on one side； make myself independent of it。 So I addressed the housekeeper； asked her to show me a room； told her I should probably be a visitor here for a week or two； had my trunk conveyed to my chamber； and followed it thither myself： I met Bessie on the landing。
“Missis is awake；” said she； “I have told her you are here： e and let us see if she will know you。”
I did not need to be guided to the well…known room； to which I had so often been summoned for chastisement or reprimand in former days。 I hastened before Bessie； I softly opened the door： a shaded light stood on the table； for it was now getting dark。 There was the great four…post bed with amber hangings as of old； there the toilet… table； the armchair； and the footstool； at which I had a hundred times been sentenced to kneel； to ask pardon for offences by me unmitted。 I looked into a certain corner near； half…expecting to see the slim outline of a once dreaded switch which used to lurk there； waiting to leap out imp…like and lace my quivering palm or shrinking neck。 I approached the bed； I opened the curtains and leant over the high…piled pillows。
Well did I remember Mrs。 Reed’s face； and I eagerly sought the familiar image。 It is a happy thing that time quells the longings of vengeance and hushes the promptings of rage and aversion。 I had left this woman in bitterness and hate； and I came back to her now with no other emotion than a sort of ruth for her great sufferings； and a strong yearning to forget and forgive all injuries—to be reconciled and clasp hands in amity。
The well…known face was there： stern； relentless as ever—there was that peculiar eye which nothing could melt； and the somewhat raised； imperious； despotic eyebrow。 How often had it lowered on me menace and hate！ and how the recollection of childhood’s terrors and sorrows revived as I traced its harsh line now！ And yet I stooped down and kissed her： she looked at me。
“Is this Jane Eyre？” she said。
“Yes； Aunt Reed。 How are you； dear aunt？”
I had once vowed that I would never call her aunt again： I thought it no sin to forget and break that vow now。 My fingers had fastened on her hand which lay outside the sheet： had she pressed mine kindly； I should at that moment have experienced true pleasure。 But unimpressionable natures are not so soon softened； nor are natural antipathies so readily eradicated。 Mrs。 Reed took her hand away； and； turning her face rather from me； she remarked that the night was warm。 Again she regarded me so icily； I felt at once that her opinion of me—her feeling towards me—was unchanged and unchangeable。 I knew by her stony eye—opaque to tenderness； indissoluble to tears—that she was resolved to consider me bad to the last； because to believe me good would give her no generous pleasure： only a sense of mortification。
I felt pain； and then I felt ire； and then I felt a determination to subdue her—to be her mistress in spite both of her nature and her will。 My tears had risen； just as in childhood： I ordered them back to their source。 I brought a chair to the bed…head： I sat down and leaned over the pillow。
“You sent for me；” I said； “and I am here； and it is my intention to stay till I see how you get on。”
“Oh； of course！ You have seen my daughters？”
“Yes。”
“Well； you may tell them I wish you to stay till I can talk some things over with you I have on my mind： to…night it is too late； and I have a difficulty in recalling them。 But there was something I wished to say—let me see—”
The wandering look and changed utterance told what wreck had taken place in her once vigorous frame。 Turning restlessly； she drew the bedclothes round her； my elbow； resting on a corner of the quilt； fixed it down： she was at once irritated。
“Sit up！” said she； “don’t annoy me with holding the clothes fast。 Are you Jane Eyre？”
“I am Jane Eyre。”
“I have had more trouble with that child than any one would believe。 Such a burden to be left on my hands—and so much annoyance as she caused me； daily and hourly； with her inprehensible disposition； and her sudden starts of temper； and her continual； unnatural watchings of one’s movements！ I declare she talked to me once like something mad； or like a fiend—no child ever spoke or looked as she did； I was glad to get her away from the house。 What did they do with her at Lowood？ The fever broke out there； and many of the pupils died。 She； however； did not die： but I said she did—I wish she had died！”
“A strange wish； Mrs。 Reed； why do you hate her so？”
“I had a dislike to her mother always； for she was my husband’s only sister； and a great favourite with him： he opposed the family’s disowning her when she made her low marriage； and when news came of her death； he wept like a simpleton。 He would send for the baby； though I entreated him rather to put it out to nurse and pay for its maintenance。 I hated it the first time I set my eyes on it—a sickly； whining； pining thing！ It would wail in its