"'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, Adele, is in my breeches-pocket, under the disguise of a

sovereign: but I mean soon to change it to a ring again."

"But what has mademoiselle to do with it? I don't care for the

fairy: you said it was mademoiselle you would take to the moon?"

"Mademoiselle is a fairy," he said, whispering mysteriously.

Whereupon I told her not to mind his badinage; and she, on her part,

evinced a fund of genuine French scepticism: denominating Mr.

Rochester "un vrai menteur," and assuring him that she made no

account whatever of his "contes de fee," and that "du reste, il n'y

avait pas de fees, et quand meme il y en avait:" she was sure they

would never appear to him, nor ever give him rings, or offer to live

with him in the moon.

The hour spent at Millcote was a somewhat harassing one to me. Mr.

Rochester obliged me to go to a certain silk warehouse: there I was

ordered to choose half-a-dozen dresses. I hated the business, I

begged leave to defer it: no--it should be gone through with now.

By dint of entreaties expressed in energetic whispers, I reduced the

half-dozen to two: these however, he vowed he would select himself.

With anxiety I watched his eye rove over the gay stores: he fixed

on a rich silk of the most brilliant amethyst dye, and a superb pink

satin. I told him in a new series of whispers, that he might as

well buy me a gold gown and a silver bonnet at once: I should

certainly never venture to wear his choice. With infinite

difficulty, for he was stubborn as a stone, I persuaded him to make

an exchange in favour of a sober black satin and pearl-grey silk.

"It might pass for the present," he said; "but he would yet see me

glittering like a parterre."

Glad was I to get him out of the silk warehouse, and then out of a

jewellers shop: the more he bought me, the more my cheek burned

with a sense of annoyance and degradation. As we re-entered the

carriage, and I sat back feverish and fagged, I remembered what, in

the hurry of events, dark and bright, I had wholly forgotten--the

letter of my uncle, John Eyre, to Mrs. Reed: his intention to adopt

me and make me his legatee. "It would, indeed, be a relief," I

thought, "if I had ever so small an independency; I never can bear

being dressed like a doll by Mr. Rochester, or sitting like a second

Danae with the golden shower falling daily round me. I will write

to Madeira the moment I get home, and tell my uncle John I am going

to be married, and to whom: if I had but a prospect of one day

bringing Mr. Rochester an accession of fortune, I could better

endure to be kept by him now." And somewhat relieved by this idea

(which I failed not to execute that day), I ventured once more to

meet my master's and lover's eye, which most pertinaciously sought

mine, though I averted both face and gaze. He smiled; and I thought

his smile was such as a sultan might, in a blissful and fond moment,

bestow on a slave his gold and gems had enriched: I crushed his

hand, which was ever hunting mine, vigorously, and thrust it back to

him red with the passionate pressure.




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