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1In such conversation an hour was soon gone: Bessie restored to me my bonnet, &c., and, accompanied by her, I quitted the
2lodge for the hall. It was also accompanied by her that I had, nearly nine years ago, walked down the path I was now
3ascending. On a dark, misty, raw morning in January, I had left a hostile roof with a desperate and embittered heart--a
4sense of outlawry and almost of reprobation--to seek the chilly harbourage of Lowood: that bourne so far away and
5unexplored. The same hostile roof now again rose before me: my prospects were doubtful yet; and I had yet an aching
6heart. I still felt as a wanderer on the face of the earth; but I experienced firmer trust in myself and my own powers,
7and less withering dread of oppression. The gaping wound of my wrongs, too, was now quite healed; and the flame of
8resentment extinguished. "You shall go into the breakfast-room first," said Bessie, as she preceded me through the hall;
9"the young ladies will be there." In another moment I was within that apartment. There was every article of furniture
10looking just as it did on the morning I was first introduced to Mr. Brocklehurst: the very rug he had stood upon still
11covered the hearth. Glancing at the bookcases, I thought I could distinguish the two volumes of Bewick's British Birds
12occupying their old place on the third shelf, and Gulliver's Travels and the Arabian Nights ranged just above. The
13inanimate objects were not changed; but the living things had altered past recognition. Two young ladies appeared before
14me; one very tall, almost as tall as Miss Ingram--very thin too, with a sallow face and severe mien. There was something
15ascetic in her look, which was augmented by the extreme plainness of a straight-skirted, black, stuff dress, a starched
16linen collar, hair combed away from the temples, and the nun-like ornament of a string of ebony beads and a crucifix.
17This I felt sure was Eliza, though I could trace little resemblance to her former self in that elongated and colourless
18visage. The other was as certainly Georgiana: but not the Georgiana I remembered--the slim and fairy-like girl of
19eleven. This was a full-blown, very plump damsel, fair as waxwork, with handsome and regular features, languishing blue
20eyes, and ringleted yellow hair. The hue of her dress was black too; but its fashion was so different from her
21sister's--so much more flowing and becoming--it looked as stylish as the other's looked puritanical. In each of the
22sisters there was one trait of the mother--and only one; the thin and pallid elder daughter had her parent's Cairngorm
23eye: the blooming and luxuriant younger girl had her contour of jaw and chin--perhaps a little softened, but still
24imparting an indescribable hardness to the countenance otherwise so voluptuous and buxom. Both ladies, as I advanced,
25rose to welcome me, and both addressed me by the name of "Miss Eyre." Eliza's greeting was delivered in a short, abrupt
26voice, without a smile; and then she sat down again, fixed her eyes on the fire, and seemed to forget me. Georgiana
27added to her "How d'ye do?" several commonplaces about my journey, the weather, and so on, uttered in rather a drawling
28tone: and accompanied by sundry side-glances that measured me from head to foot--now traversing the folds of my drab
29merino pelisse, and now lingering on the plain trimming of my cottage bonnet. Young ladies have a remarkable way of
30letting you know that they think you a "quiz" without actually saying the words. A certain superciliousness of look,
31coolness of manner, nonchalance of tone, express fully their sentiments on the point, without committing them by any
32positive rudeness in word or deed. A sneer, however, whether covert or open, had now no longer that power over me it
33once possessed: as I sat between my cousins, I was surprised to find how easy I felt under the total neglect of the one
34and the semi-sarcastic attentions of the other--Eliza did not mortify, nor Georgiana ruffle me. The fact was, I had
35other things to think about; within the last few months feelings had been stirred in me so much more potent than any
36they could raise--pains and pleasures so much more acute and exquisite had been excited than any it was in their power
37to inflict or bestow--that their airs gave me no concern either for good or bad. "How is Mrs. Reed?" I asked soon,
38looking calmly at Georgiana, who thought fit to bridle at the direct address, as if it were an unexpected liberty. "Mrs.
39Reed? Ah! mama, you mean; she is extremely poorly: I doubt if you can see her to-night." "If," said I, "you would just
40step upstairs and tell her I am come, I should be much obliged to you." Georgiana almost started, and she opened her
41blue eyes wild and wide. "I know she had a particular wish to see me," I added, "and I would not defer attending to her
42desire longer than is absolutely necessary." "Mama dislikes being disturbed in an evening," remarked Eliza. I soon rose,
43quietly took off my bonnet and gloves, uninvited, and said I would just step out to Bessie--who was, I dared say, in the
44kitchen--and ask her to ascertain whether Mrs. Reed was disposed to receive me or not to-night. I went, and having found
45Bessie and despatched her on my errand, I proceeded to take further measures. It had heretofore been my habit always to
46shrink from arrogance: received as I had been to-day, I should, a year ago, have resolved to quit Gateshead the very
47next morning; now, it was disclosed to me all at once that that would be a foolish plan. I had taken a journey of a
48hundred miles to see my aunt, and I must stay with her till she was better--or dead: as to her daughters' pride or
49folly, I must put it on one side, make myself independent of it. So I addressed the housekeeper; asked her to show me a
50room, told her I should probably be a visitor here for a week or two, had my trunk conveyed to my chamber, and followed
51it thither myself: I met Bessie on the landing. "Missis is awake," said she; "I have told her you are here: come and let
52us see if she will know you." I did not need to be guided to the well-known room, to which I had so often been summoned
53for chastisement or reprimand in former days. I hastened before Bessie; I softly opened the door: a shaded light stood
54on the table, for it was now getting dark. There was the great four-post bed with amber hangings as of old; there the
55toilet-table, the armchair, and the footstool, at which I had a hundred times been sentenced to kneel, to ask pardon for
56offences by me uncommitted. I looked into a certain corner near, half-expecting to see the slim outline of a once
57dreaded switch which used to lurk there, waiting to leap out imp-like and lace my quivering palm or shrinking neck. I
58approached the bed; I opened the curtains and leant over the high-piled pillows. Well did I remember Mrs. Reed's face,
59and I eagerly sought the familiar image. It is a happy thing that time quells the longings of vengeance and hushes the
60promptings of rage and aversion. I had left this woman in bitterness and hate, and I came back to her now with no other
61emotion than a sort of ruth for her great sufferings, and a strong yearning to forget and forgive all injuries--to be
62reconciled and clasp hands in amity. The well-known face was there: stern, relentless as ever--there was that peculiar
63eye which nothing could melt, and the somewhat raised, imperious, despotic eyebrow. How often had it lowered on me
64menace and hate! and how the recollection of childhood's terrors and sorrows revived as I traced its harsh line now! And
65yet I stooped down and kissed her: she looked at me. "Is this Jane Eyre?" she said. "Yes, Aunt Reed. How are you, dear
66aunt?"
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