ion to my soul； Jane； a belief in your affection。”
I turned my lips to the hand that lay on my shoulder。 I loved him very much—more than I could trust myself to say—more than words had power to express。
“Ask something more；” he said presently； “it is my delight to be entreated； and to yield。”
I was again ready unicate your intentions to Mrs。 Fairfax； sir： she saw me with you last night in the hall； and she was shocked。 Give her some explanation before I see her again。 It pains me to be misjudged by so good a woman。”
“Go to your room； and put on your bon；” he replied。 “I mean you to acpany me to Millcote this morning； and while you prepare for the drive； I will enlighten the old lady’s understanding。 Did she think； Ja； you had given the world for love； and considered it well lost？”
“I believe she thought I had forgotten my station； and yours； sir。”
“Station！ station！—your station is in my heart； and on the necks of those who would insult you； now or hereafter。—Go。”
I was soon dressed； and when I heard Mr。 Rochester quit Mrs。 Fairfax’s parlour； I hurried down to it。 The old lady； had been reading her morning portion of Scripture—the Lesson for the day； her Bible lay open before her； and her spectacles were upon it。 Her occupation； suspended by Mr。 Rochester’s announcement； seemed now forgotten： her eyes； fixed on the blank wall opposite； expressed the surprise of a quiet mind stirred by unwonted tidings。 Seeing me； she roused herself： she made a sort of effort to smile； and framed a few words of congratulation； but the smile expired； and the sentence was abandoned unfinished。 She put up her spectacles； shut the Bible； and pushed her chair back from the table。
“I feel so astonished；” she began； “I hardly know what to say to you； Miss Eyre。 I have surely not been dreaming； have I？ Sometimes I half fall asleep when I am sitting alone and fancy things that have never happened。 It has seemed to me more than once when I have been in a doze； that my dear husband； who died fifteen years since； has e in and sat down beside me； and that I have even heard him call me by my name； Alice； as he used to do。 Now； can you tell me whether it is actually true that Mr。 Rochester has asked you to marry him？ Don’t laugh at me。 But I really thought he came in here five minutes ago； and said that in a month you would be his wife。”
“He has said the same thing to me；” I replied。
“He has！ Do you believe him？ Have you accepted him？”
“Yes。”
She looked at me bewildered。 “I could never have thought it。 He is a proud man： all the Rochesters were proud： and his father； at least； liked money。 He； too； has always been called careful。 He means to marry you？”
“He tells me so。”
She surveyed my whole person： in her eyes I read that they had there found no charm powerful enough to solve the enigma。
“It passes me！” she continued； “but no doubt； it is true since you say so。 How it will answer； I cannot tell： I really don’t know。 Equality of position and fortune is often advisable in such cases； and there are twenty years of difference in your ages。 He might almost be your father。”
“No； indeed； Mrs。 Fairfax！” exclaimed I； tled； “he is nothing like my father！ No one； who saw us together； would suppose it for an instant。 Mr。 Rochester looks as young； and is as young； as some men at five…and…twenty。”
“Is it really for love he is going to marry you？” she asked。
I was so hurt by her coldness and scepticism； that the tears rose to my eyes。
“I am sorry to grieve you；” pursued the widow； “but you are so young； and so little acquainted with men； I wished to put you on your guard。 It is an old saying that ‘all is not gold that glitters；’ and in this case I do fear there will be something found to be different to what either you or I expect。”
“Why？—am I a monster？” I said： “is it impossible that Mr。 Rochester should have a sincere affection for me？”
“No： you are very well； and much improved of late； and Mr。 Rochester； I daresay； is fond of you。 I have always noticed that you were a sort of pet of his。 There are times when； for your sake； I have been a little uneasy at his marked preference； and have wished to put you on your guard： but I did not like to suggest even the possibility of wrong。 I knew such an idea would shock； perhaps offend you； and you were so discreet； and so thoroughly modest and sensible； I hoped you might be trusted to protect yourself。 night I cannot tell you what I suffered when I sought all over the house； and could find you nowhere； nor the master either； and then； at twelve o’clock； saw you e in with him。”
“Well； never mind that now；” I interrupted impatiently； “it is enough that all was right。”
“I hope all will be right in the end；” she said： “but believe me； you cannot be too careful。 Try and keep Mr。 Rochester at a distance： distrust yourself as well as him。 Gentlemen in his station are not accustomed to marry their governesses。”
I was growing truly irritated： happily； Adèle ran in。
“Let me go；—let me go to Millcote too！” she cried。 “Mr。 Rochester won’t： though there is so much room in the new carriage。 Beg him to let me go mademoiselle。”
“That I will； Adèle；” and I hastened away onitress。 The carriage was ready： they were bringing it round to the front； and my master was the pavement； Pilot following him backwards and forwards。
“Adèle may acpany us； may she not； sir？”
“I told her no。 I’ll have no brats！—I’ll have only you。”
“Do let her go； Mr。 Rochester； if you please： it would be better。”
“Not it： she will be a restraint。”
He ptory； both in look and voice。 The chill of Mrs。 Fairfax’s warnings； and the damp of her doubts were upon me： something of unsubstantiality and uncertainty had beset my hopes。 I half lost the sense of power over him。 I was about mechanically to obey him； without further remonstrance； but as he helped me into the carriage； he looked at my face。
“What is the matter？” he asked； “all the sunshine is gone。 Do you really wish the bairn to go？ Will it annoy you if she is left behind？”
“I would far rather she went； sir。”
“Then off for your bon； and back like a flash of lightning！” cried he to Adèle。
She obeyed him with what speed she might。
“After all； a single morning’s interruption will not matter much；” said he； “when I mean shortly to claim you—your thoughts； conversation； and pany—for life。”
Adèle； when lifted in； menced kissing me； by way of expressing her gratitude for my intercession： she was instantly stowed away into a corner on the other side of him。 She then peeped round to where I sat； so stern a neighbour was too restrictive to him； in his present fractious mood； she dared whisper no observations； nor ask of him any information。
“Let her e to me；” I entreated： “she will； perhaps； trouble you； sir： there is plenty of room on this side。”
He handed her over as if she had been a lapdog。 “I’ll send her to school yet；” he said； but now he was smiling。
Adèle heard him； and asked if she was to go to school “sans mademoiselle？”
“Yes；” he replied； “absolutely sans mademoiselle； for I am to take mademoiselle to the moon； and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano…tops； and mademoiselle shall live with me there； and only me。”
“She will have nothing to eat： you will starve her；” observed Adèle。
“I shall gather manna for her morning and night： the plains and hillsides in the moon are bleached with manna； Adèle。”
“She will want to warm herself： what will she do for a fire？”
“Fire rises out of the lunar mountains： when she is cold； I’ll carry her up to a peak； and lay her down on the edge of a crater。”
“Oh； qu’ elle y sera mal—peu fortable！ And her clothes； they will wear out： how can she get new ones？”
Mr。 Rochester professed to be puzzled。 “Hem！” said he。 “What would you do； Adèle？ Cudgel your brains for an expedient。 How would a white or a pink cloud answer for a gown； do you think？ And one could cut a pretty enough scarf out of a rainbow。”
“She is far better as she is；” concluded Adèle； after musing some time： “besides； she would get tired of living with only you in the moon。 If I were mademoiselle； I would never consent to go with you。”
“She has consented： she has pledged her word。”
“But you can’t get her there； there is no road to the moon： it is all air； and neither you nor she can fly。”
“Adèle； look at that field。” We were now outside Thornfield gates； and bowling lightly along the smooth road to Millcote； where the dust was well laid by the thunderstorm； and； where the low hedges and lofty timber trees on each side glistened green and rain… refreshed。
“In that field； Adèle； I was walking late one evening about a fortnight since—the evening of the day you helped me to make hay in the orchard meadows； and； as I was tired with raking swaths； I sat down to rest me on a stile； and there I took out a little book and a pencil； and began to write about a misfortune that befell me long ago； and a wish I had for happy days to e： I was writing away very fast； though daylight was fading from the leaf； when something came up the path and stopped two yards off me。 I looked at it。 It was a little thing with a veil of gossamer on its head。 I beckoned it to e near me； it stood soon at my knee。 I never spoke to it； and it never spoke to me； in words； but I read its eyes； and it read mine； and our speechless colloquy was to this effect—
“It was a fairy； and e from Elf…land； it said； and its errand was to make me happy： I must go with it out of the mon world to a lonely place—such as the moon； for instance—and it nodded its head towards her horn； rising over Hay…hill： it told me of the alabaster cave and silver vale where we might live。 I said I should like to go； but reminded it； as you did me； that I had no wings to fly。
“‘Oh；’ returned the fairy； ‘that does not signify！ Here is a talisman will remove all difficulties；’ and she held out a pretty gold ring。 ‘Put it；’ she said； ‘on the fourth finger of my left hand； and I am yours； and you are mine； and we shall leave earth； and make our own heaven yonder。’ She nodded again at the moon。 The ring； Adèle； is in my breeches…pocket； under the disguise of a soverei