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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 come 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, nettled; “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. Last 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 come 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 with her, glad to quit my gloomy monitress. The carriage was ready: they were bringing it round to the front, and my master was pacing the pavement, Pilot following him backwards and forwards.

      “Adèle may accompany 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 was quite peremptory, 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 bonnet, 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 company – for life.”

      Adèle, when lifted in, commenced 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 come 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 comfortable![95] 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:

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