se。”
The wind roared high in the great trees which embowered the gates； but the road as far as I could see； to the right hand and the left； was all still and solitary： save for the shadows of clouds crossing it at intervals as the moon looked out； it was but a long pale line； unvaried by one moving speck。
A puerile tear dimmed my eye while I looked—a tear of disappointment and impatience； ashamed of it； I wiped it away。 I lingered； the moon shut herself wholly within her chamber； and drew close her curtain of dense cloud： the night grew dark； rain came driving fast on the gale。
“I wish he would e！ I wish he would e！” I exclaimed； seized with hypochondriac foreboding。 I had expected his arrival before tea； now it was dark： what could keep him？ Had an accident happened？ The event of last night again recurred to me。 I interpreted it as a warning of disaster。 I feared my hopes were too bright to be realised； and I had enjoyed so much bliss lately that I imagined my fortune had passed its meridian； and must now decline。
“Well； I cannot return to the house；” I thought； “I cannot sit by the fireside； while he is abroad in inclement weather： better tire my limbs than strain my heart； I will go forward and meet him。”
I set out； I walked fast； but not far： ere I had measured a quarter of a mile； I heard the tramp of hoofs； a horseman came on； full gallop； a dog ran by his side。 Away with evil presentiment！ It was he： here he was； mounted on Mesrour； followed by Pilot。 He saw me； for the moon had opened a blue field in the sky； and rode in it watery bright： he took his hat off； and waved it round his head。 I now ran to meet him。
“There！” he exclaimed； as he stretched out his hand and bent from the saddle： “You can’t do without me； that is evident。 Step on my boot…toe； give me both hands： mount！”
I obeyed： joy made me agile： I sprang up before him。 A hearty kissing I got for a wele； and some boastful triumph； which I swallowed as well as I could。 He checked himself in his exultation to demand； “But is there anything the matter； Ja； that you e to meet me at such an hour？ Is there anything wrong？”
“No； but I thought you would never e。 I could not bear to wait in the house for you； especially with this rain and wind。”
“Rain and wind； indeed！ Yes； you are dripping like a mermaid； pull my cloak round you： but I think you are feverish； Jane： both your cheek and hand are burning hot。 I ask again； is there anything the matter？
“Nothing now； I am neither afraid nor unhappy。”
“Then you have been both？”
“Rather： but I’ll tell you all about it by…and…bye； sir； and I daresay you will only laugh at me for my pains。”
“I’ll laugh at you heartily when to…morrow is past； till then I dare not： my prize is not certain。 This is you； who have been as slippery as an eel this last month； and as thorny as a briar…rose？ I could not lay a finger anywhere but I was pricked； and now I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms。 You wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd； did you； Jane？”
“I wanted you： but don’t boast。 Here we are at Thornfield： now let me get down。”
He landed me on the pavement。 As John took his horse； and he followed me into the hall； he told me to make haste and put something dry on； and then return to him in the library； and he stopped me； as I made for the staircase； to extort a promise that I would not be long： nor was I long； in five minutes I rejoined him。 I found him at supper。
“Take a seat and bear me pany； Jane： please God； it is the last meal but one you will eat at Thornfield Hall for a long time。”
I sat down near him； but told him I could not eat。 “Is it because you have the prospect of a journey before you； Jane？ Is it the thoughts of going to London that takes away your appetite？”
“I cannot see my prospects clearly to…night； sir； and I hardly know what thoughts I have in my head。 Everything in life seems unreal。”
“Except me： I am substantial enough—touch me。”
“You； sir； are the most phantom…like of all： you are a mere dream。”
He held out his hand； laughing。 “Is that a dream？” said he； placing it close to my eyes。 He had a rounded； muscular； and vigorous hand； as well as a long； strong arm。
“Yes； though I touch it； it is a dream；” said I； as I put it down from before my face。 “Sir； have you finished supper？”
“Yes； Jane。”
I rang the bell and ordered away the tray。 When we were again alone； I stirred the fire； and then took a low seat at my master’s knee。
“It is near midnight；” I said。
“Yes： but remember； Jane； you promised to wake with me the night before my wedding。”
“I did； and I will keep my promise； for an hour or two at least： I have no wish to go to bed。”
“Are all your arrangements plete？”
“All； sir。”
“And on my part likewise；” he returned； “I have settled everything； and we shall leave Thornfield to…morrow； within half…an…hour after our return from church。”
“Very well； sir。”
“With what an extraordinary smile you uttered that word—‘very well；’ Jane！ What a bright spot of colour you have on each cheek！ and how strangely your eyes glitter！ Are you well？”
“I believe I am。”
“Believe！ What is the matter？ Tell me what you feel。”
“I could not； sir： no words could tell you what I feel。 I wish this present hour would never end： who knows with what fate the next may e charged？”
“This is hypochondria； Jane。 You have been over…excited； or over… fatigued。”
“Do you； sir； feel calm and happy？”
“Calm？—no： but happy—to the heart’s core。”
I looked up at him to read the signs of bliss in his face： it was ardent and flushed。
“Give me your confidence； Jane；” he said： “relieve your mind of any weight that oppresses it； by imparting it to me。 What do you fear？—that I shall not prove a good husband？”
“It is the idea farthest from my thoughts。”
“Are you apprehensive of the new sphere you are about to enter？—of the new life into which you are passing？”
“No。”
“You puzzle me； Jane： your look and tone of sorrowful audacity perplex and pain me。 I want an explanation。”
“Then； sir； listen。 You were from home last night？”
“I was： I know that； and you hinted a while ago at something which had happened in my absence：… nothing； probably； of consequence； but； in short； it has disturbed you。 Let me hear it。 Mrs。 Fairfax has said something； perhaps？ or you have overheard the servants talk？— your sensitive self…respect has been wounded？”
“No； sir。” It struck twelve—I waited till the time…piece had concluded its silver chime； and the clock its hoarse； vibritting stroke； and then I proceeded。
“All day yesterday I was very busy； and very happy in my ceaseless bustle； for I am not； as you seem to think； troubled by any haunting fears about the new sphere； et cetera： I think it a glorious thing to have the hope of living with you； because I love you。 No； sir； don’t caress me now—let me talk undisturbed。 Yesterday I trusted well in Providence； and believed that events were working together for your good and mine： it was a fine day； if you recollect—the calmness of the air and sky forbade apprehensions respecting your safety or fort on your journey。 I walked a little while on the pavement after tea； thinking of you； and I beheld you in imagination so near me； I scarcely missed your actual presence。 I thought of the life that lay before me—your life； sir—an existence more expansive and stirring than my own： as much more so as the depths of the sea to which the brook runs are than the shallows of its own strait channel。 I wondered why moralists call this world a dreary wilderness： for me it blossomed like a rose。 Just at sunset； the air turned cold and the sky cloudy： I went in； Sophie called me upstairs to look at my wedding…dress； which they had just brought； and under it in the box I found your present—the veil which； in your princely extravagance； you sent for from London： resolved； I suppose； since I would not have jewels； to cheat me into accepting something as costly。 I smiled as I unfolded it； and devised how I would tease you about your aristocratic tastes； and your efforts to masque your plebeian bride in the attributes of a peeress。 I though how I would carry dobroidered blond I had myself prepared as a covering for my low…born head； and ask if that was not good enough for a woman who could bring her husband neither fortune； beauty； nor connections。 I saw plainly how you would look； and heard your impetuous republican answers； and your haughty disavowal of any necessity on your part to augment your wealth； or elevate your standing； by marrying either a purse or a coro。”
“How well you read me； you witch！” interposed Mr。 Rochester： “but what did you find in the veil besides its embroidery？ Did you find poison； or a dagger； that you look so mournful now？”
“No； no； sir； besides the delicacy and richness of the fabric； I found nothing save Fairfax Rochester’s pride； and that did not scare me； because I am used to the sight of the demon。 But； sir； as it grew dark； the wind rose： it blew yesterday evening； not as it blows now—wild and high—but ‘with a sullen； moaning sound’ far more eerie。 I wished you were at home。 I came into this room； and the sight of the empty chair and fireless hearth chilled me。 For some time after I went to bed； I could not sleep—a sense of anxious excitement distressed me。 The gale still rising； seemed to my ear to muffle a mournful under…sound； whether in the house or abroad I could not at first tell； but it recurred； doubtful yet doleful at every lull； at last I made out it must be some dog howling at a distance。 I was glad when it ceased。 On sleeping； I continued in dreams the idea of a dark and gusty night。 I continued also the wish to be with you； and experienced a strange； regretful consciousness of some barrier dividing us。 During all my first sleep； I was following the windings of an unknown road； total obscurity environed me； rain pelted me； I was burdened with the charge of a little child： a very small creature； too young and feeble to walk； and which shivered in my cold arms； and wailed piteously in my ear。 I thought； sir； that you were on the road a long way before me； and I strained every nerve to overtake you； and made effort on effort to utter your name and entre