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1"I feel so astonished," she began, "I hardly know what to say to you, Miss Eyre. I have surely not been dreaming, have
2I? Sometimes I half fall asleep when I am sitting alone and fancy things that have never happened. It has seemed to me
3more than once when I have been in a doze, that my dear husband, who died fifteen years since, has come in and sat down
4beside 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
5is actually true that Mr. Rochester has asked you to marry him? Don't laugh at me. But I really thought he came in here
6five minutes ago, and said that in a month you would be his wife." "He has said the same thing to me," I replied. "He
7has! Do you believe him? Have you accepted him?" "Yes." She looked at me bewildered. "I could never have thought it. He
8is a proud man: all the Rochesters were proud: and his father, at least, liked money. He, too, has always been called
9careful. He means to marry you?" "He tells me so." She surveyed my whole person: in her eyes I read that they had there
10found no charm powerful enough to solve the enigma. "It passes me!" she continued; "but no doubt it is true since you
11say so. How it will answer, I cannot tell: I really don't know. Equality of position and fortune is often advisable in
12such cases; and there are twenty years of difference in your ages. He might almost be your father." "No, indeed, Mrs.
13Fairfax!" exclaimed I, nettled; "he is nothing like my father! No one, who saw us together, would suppose it for an
14instant. Mr. Rochester looks as young, and is as young, as some men at five-and-twenty." "Is it really for love he is
15going to marry you?" she asked. I was so hurt by her coldness and scepticism, that the tears rose to my eyes. "I am
16sorry to grieve you," pursued the widow; "but you are so young, and so little acquainted with men, I wished to put you
17on your guard. It is an old saying that 'all is not gold that glitters;' and in this case I do fear there will be
18something found to be different to what either you or I expect." "Why?--am I a monster?" I said: "is it impossible that
19Mr. Rochester should have a sincere affection for me?" "No: you are very well; and much improved of late; and Mr.
20Rochester, I daresay, is fond of you. I have always noticed that you were a sort of pet of his. There are times when,
21for your sake, I have been a little uneasy at his marked preference, and have wished to put you on your guard: but I did
22not like to suggest even the possibility of wrong. I knew such an idea would shock, perhaps offend you; and you were so
23discreet, and so thoroughly modest and sensible, I hoped you might be trusted to protect yourself. Last night I cannot
24tell you what I suffered when I sought all over the house, and could find you nowhere, nor the master either; and then,
25at twelve o'clock, saw you come in with him." "Well, never mind that now," I interrupted impatiently; "it is enough that
26all was right." "I hope all will be right in the end," she said: "but believe me, you cannot be too careful. Try and
27keep Mr. Rochester at a distance: distrust yourself as well as him. Gentlemen in his station are not accustomed to marry
28their governesses." I was growing truly irritated: happily, Adèle ran in. "Let me go,--let me go to Millcote too!" she
29cried. "Mr. Rochester won't: though there is so much room in the new carriage. Beg him to let me go, mademoiselle."
30"That I will, Adèle;" and I hastened away with her, glad to quit my gloomy monitress. The carriage was ready: they were
31bringing it round to the front, and my master was pacing the pavement, Pilot following him backwards and forwards.
32"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,
33Mr. Rochester, if you please: it would be better." "Not it: she will be a restraint." He was quite peremptory, both in
34look and voice. The chill of Mrs. Fairfax's warnings, and the damp of her doubts were upon me: something of
35unsubstantiality and uncertainty had beset my hopes. I half lost the sense of power over him. I was about mechanically
36to obey him, without further remonstrance; but as he helped me into the carriage, he looked at my face. "What is the
37matter?" he asked; "all the sunshine is gone. Do you really wish the bairn to go? Will it annoy you if she is left
38behind?" "I would far rather she went, sir." "Then off for your bonnet, and back like a flash of lightning!" cried he to
39Adèle. She obeyed him with what speed she might. "After all, a single morning's interruption will not matter much," said
40he, "when I mean shortly to claim you--your thoughts, conversation, and company--for life." Adèle, when lifted in,
41commenced kissing me, by way of expressing her gratitude for my intercession: she was instantly stowed away into a
42corner on the other side of him. She then peeped round to where I sat; so stern a neighbour was too restrictive: to him,
43in his present fractious mood, she dared whisper no observations, nor ask of him any information. "Let her come to me,"
44I entreated: "she will, perhaps, trouble you, sir: there is plenty of room on this side." He handed her over as if she
45had 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
46to go to school "sans mademoiselle?" "Yes," he replied, "absolutely sans mademoiselle; for I am to take mademoiselle to
47the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live
48with me there, and only me." "She will have nothing to eat: you will starve her," observed Adèle. "I shall gather manna
49for her morning and night: the plains and hillsides in the moon are bleached with manna, Adèle." "She will want to warm
50herself: 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
51peak, and lay her down on the edge of a crater." "Oh, qu'elle y sera mal--peu comfortable! And her clothes, they will
52wear out: how can she get new ones?" Mr. Rochester professed to be puzzled. "Hem!" said he. "What would you do, Adèle?
53Cudgel your brains for an expedient. How would a white or a pink cloud answer for a gown, do you think? And one could
54cut a pretty enough scarf out of a rainbow." "She is far better as she is," concluded Adèle, after musing some time:
55"besides, she would get tired of living with only you in the moon. If I were mademoiselle, I would never consent to go
56with you." "She has consented: she has pledged her word." "But you can't get her there; there is no road to the moon: it
57is all air; and neither you nor she can fly." "Adèle, look at that field." We were now outside Thornfield gates, and
58bowling lightly along the smooth road to Millcote, where the dust was well laid by the thunderstorm, and, where the low
59hedges and lofty timber trees on each side glistened green and rain-refreshed. "In that field, Adèle, I was walking late
60one evening about a fortnight since--the evening of the day you helped me to make hay in the orchard meadows; and, as I
61was tired with raking swaths, I sat down to rest me on a stile; and there I took out a little book and a pencil, and
62began to write about a misfortune that befell me long ago, and a wish I had for happy days to come: I was writing away
63very fast, though daylight was fading from the leaf, when something came up the path and stopped two yards off me. I
64looked at it. It was a little thing with a veil of gossamer on its head. I beckoned it to come near me; it stood soon at
65my knee. I never spoke to it, and it never spoke to me, in words; but I read its eyes, and it read mine; and our
66speechless colloquy was to this effect--
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