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1"I know something of Mr. Lloyd; I shall write to him; if his reply agrees with your statement, you shall be publicly
2cleared from every imputation; to me, Jane, you are clear now." She kissed me, and still keeping me at her side (where I
3was well contented to stand, for I derived a child's pleasure from the contemplation of her face, her dress, her one or
4two ornaments, her white forehead, her clustered and shining curls, and beaming dark eyes), she proceeded to address
5Helen Burns. "How are you to-night, Helen? Have you coughed much to-day?" "Not quite so much, I think, ma'am." "And the
6pain in your chest?" "It is a little better." Miss Temple got up, took her hand and examined her pulse; then she
7returned to her own seat: as she resumed it, I heard her sigh low. She was pensive a few minutes, then rousing herself,
8she said cheerfully-- "But you two are my visitors to-night; I must treat you as such." She rang her bell. "Barbara,"
9she said to the servant who answered it, "I have not yet had tea; bring the tray and place cups for these two young
10ladies." And a tray was soon brought. How pretty, to my eyes, did the china cups and bright teapot look, placed on the
11little round table near the fire! How fragrant was the steam of the beverage, and the scent of the toast! of which,
12however, I, to my dismay (for I was beginning to be hungry) discerned only a very small portion: Miss Temple discerned
13it too. "Barbara," said she, "can you not bring a little more bread and butter? There is not enough for three." Barbara
14went out: she returned soon-- "Madam, Mrs. Harden says she has sent up the usual quantity." Mrs. Harden, be it observed,
15was the housekeeper: a woman after Mr. Brocklehurst's own heart, made up of equal parts of whalebone and iron. "Oh, very
16well!" returned Miss Temple; "we must make it do, Barbara, I suppose." And as the girl withdrew she added, smiling,
17"Fortunately, I have it in my power to supply deficiencies for this once." Having invited Helen and me to approach the
18table, and placed before each of us a cup of tea with one delicious but thin morsel of toast, she got up, unlocked a
19drawer, and taking from it a parcel wrapped in paper, disclosed presently to our eyes a good-sized seed-cake. "I meant
20to give each of you some of this to take with you," said she, "but as there is so little toast, you must have it now,"
21and she proceeded to cut slices with a generous hand. We feasted that evening as on nectar and ambrosia; and not the
22least delight of the entertainment was the smile of gratification with which our hostess regarded us, as we satisfied
23our famished appetites on the delicate fare she liberally supplied. Tea over and the tray removed, she again summoned us
24to the fire; we sat one on each side of her, and now a conversation followed between her and Helen, which it was indeed
25a privilege to be admitted to hear. Miss Temple had always something of serenity in her air, of state in her mien, of
26refined propriety in her language, which precluded deviation into the ardent, the excited, the eager: something which
27chastened the pleasure of those who looked on her and listened to her, by a controlling sense of awe; and such was my
28feeling now: but as to Helen Burns, I was struck with wonder. The refreshing meal, the brilliant fire, the presence and
29kindness of her beloved instructress, or, perhaps, more than all these, something in her own unique mind, had roused her
30powers within her. They woke, they kindled: first, they glowed in the bright tint of her cheek, which till this hour I
31had never seen but pale and bloodless; then they shone in the liquid lustre of her eyes, which had suddenly acquired a
32beauty more singular than that of Miss Temple's--a beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow,
33but of meaning, of movement, of radiance. Then her soul sat on her lips, and language flowed, from what source I cannot
34tell. Has a girl of fourteen a heart large enough, vigorous enough, to hold the swelling spring of pure, full, fervid
35eloquence? Such was the characteristic of Helen's discourse on that, to me, memorable evening; her spirit seemed
36hastening to live within a very brief span as much as many live during a protracted existence. They conversed of things
37I had never heard of; of nations and times past; of countries far away; of secrets of nature discovered or guessed at:
38they spoke of books: how many they had read! What stores of knowledge they possessed! Then they seemed so familiar with
39French names and French authors: but my amazement reached its climax when Miss Temple asked Helen if she sometimes
40snatched a moment to recall the Latin her father had taught her, and taking a book from a shelf, bade her read and
41construe a page of Virgil; and Helen obeyed, my organ of veneration expanding at every sounding line. She had scarcely
42finished ere the bell announced bedtime! no delay could be admitted; Miss Temple embraced us both, saying, as she drew
43us to her heart-- "God bless you, my children!" Helen she held a little longer than me: she let her go more reluctantly;
44it was Helen her eye followed to the door; it was for her she a second time breathed a sad sigh; for her she wiped a
45tear from her cheek. On reaching the bedroom, we heard the voice of Miss Scatcherd: she was examining drawers; she had
46just pulled out Helen Burns's, and when we entered Helen was greeted with a sharp reprimand, and told that to-morrow she
47should have half-a-dozen of untidily folded articles pinned to her shoulder. "My things were indeed in shameful
48disorder," murmured Helen to me, in a low voice: "I intended to have arranged them, but I forgot." Next morning, Miss
49Scatcherd wrote in conspicuous characters on a piece of pasteboard the word "Slattern," and bound it like a phylactery
50round Helen's large, mild, intelligent, and benign-looking forehead. She wore it till evening, patient, unresentful,
51regarding it as a deserved punishment. The moment Miss Scatcherd withdrew after afternoon school, I ran to Helen, tore
52it off, and thrust it into the fire: the fury of which she was incapable had been burning in my soul all day, and tears,
53hot and large, had continually been scalding my cheek; for the spectacle of her sad resignation gave me an intolerable
54pain at the heart. About a week subsequently to the incidents above narrated, Miss Temple, who had written to Mr. Lloyd,
55received his answer: it appeared that what he said went to corroborate my account. Miss Temple, having assembled the
56whole school, announced that inquiry had been made into the charges alleged against Jane Eyre, and that she was most
57happy to be able to pronounce her completely cleared from every imputation. The teachers then shook hands with me and
58kissed me, and a murmur of pleasure ran through the ranks of my companions. Thus relieved of a grievous load, I from
59that hour set to work afresh, resolved to pioneer my way through every difficulty: I toiled hard, and my success was
60proportionate to my efforts; my memory, not naturally tenacious, improved with practice; exercise sharpened my wits; in
61a few weeks I was promoted to a higher class; in less than two months I was allowed to commence French and drawing. I
62learned the first two tenses of the verb Etre, and sketched my first cottage (whose walls, by-the-bye, outrivalled in
63slope those of the leaning tower of Pisa), on the same day. That night, on going to bed, I forgot to prepare in
64imagination the Barmecide supper of hot roast potatoes, or white bread and new milk, with which I was wont to amuse my
65inward cravings: I feasted instead on the spectacle of ideal drawings, which I saw in the dark; all the work of my own
66hands: freely pencilled houses and trees, picturesque rocks and ruins, Cuyp-like groups of cattle, sweet paintings of
67butterflies hovering over unblown roses, of birds picking at ripe cherries, of wren's nests enclosing pearl-like eggs,
68wreathed about with young ivy sprays. I examined, too, in thought, the possibility of my ever being able to translate
69currently a certain little French story which Madame Pierrot had that day shown me; nor was that problem solved to my
70satisfaction ere I fell sweetly asleep. Well has Solomon said--"Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a
71stalled ox and hatred therewith." I would not now have exchanged Lowood with all its privations for Gateshead and its
72daily luxuries.
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