"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 complete?"

"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 come 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.




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