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1Merry days were these at Thornfield Hall; and busy days too: how different from the first three months of stillness,
2monotony, and solitude I had passed beneath its roof! All sad feelings seemed now driven from the house, all gloomy
3associations forgotten: there was life everywhere, movement all day long. You could not now traverse the gallery, once
4so hushed, nor enter the front chambers, once so tenantless, without encountering a smart lady's-maid or a dandy valet.
5The kitchen, the butler's pantry, the servants' hall, the entrance hall, were equally alive; and the saloons were only
6left void and still when the blue sky and halcyon sunshine of the genial spring weather called their occupants out into
7the grounds. Even when that weather was broken, and continuous rain set in for some days, no damp seemed cast over
8enjoyment: indoor amusements only became more lively and varied, in consequence of the stop put to outdoor gaiety. I
9wondered what they were going to do the first evening a change of entertainment was proposed: they spoke of "playing
10charades," but in my ignorance I did not understand the term. The servants were called in, the dining-room tables
11wheeled away, the lights otherwise disposed, the chairs placed in a semicircle opposite the arch. While Mr. Rochester
12and the other gentlemen directed these alterations, the ladies were running up and down stairs ringing for their maids.
13Mrs. Fairfax was summoned to give information respecting the resources of the house in shawls, dresses, draperies of any
14kind; and certain wardrobes of the third storey were ransacked, and their contents, in the shape of brocaded and hooped
15petticoats, satin sacques, black modes, lace lappets, &c., were brought down in armfuls by the abigails; then a
16selection was made, and such things as were chosen were carried to the boudoir within the drawing-room. Meantime, Mr.
17Rochester had again summoned the ladies round him, and was selecting certain of their number to be of his party. "Miss
18Ingram is mine, of course," said he: afterwards he named the two Misses Eshton, and Mrs. Dent. He looked at me: I
19happened to be near him, as I had been fastening the clasp of Mrs. Dent's bracelet, which had got loose. "Will you
20play?" he asked. I shook my head. He did not insist, which I rather feared he would have done; he allowed me to return
21quietly to my usual seat. He and his aids now withdrew behind the curtain: the other party, which was headed by Colonel
22Dent, sat down on the crescent of chairs. One of the gentlemen, Mr. Eshton, observing me, seemed to propose that I
23should be asked to join them; but Lady Ingram instantly negatived the notion. "No," I heard her say: "she looks too
24stupid for any game of the sort." Ere long a bell tinkled, and the curtain drew up. Within the arch, the bulky figure of
25Sir George Lynn, whom Mr. Rochester had likewise chosen, was seen enveloped in a white sheet: before him, on a table,
26lay open a large book; and at his side stood Amy Eshton, draped in Mr. Rochester's cloak, and holding a book in her
27hand. Somebody, unseen, rang the bell merrily; then Adèle (who had insisted on being one of her guardian's party),
28bounded forward, scattering round her the contents of a basket of flowers she carried on her arm. Then appeared the
29magnificent figure of Miss Ingram, clad in white, a long veil on her head, and a wreath of roses round her brow; by her
30side walked Mr. Rochester, and together they drew near the table. They knelt; while Mrs. Dent and Louisa Eshton, dressed
31also in white, took up their stations behind them. A ceremony followed, in dumb show, in which it was easy to recognise
32the pantomime of a marriage. At its termination, Colonel Dent and his party consulted in whispers for two minutes, then
33the Colonel called out-- "Bride!" Mr. Rochester bowed, and the curtain fell. A considerable interval elapsed before it
34again rose. Its second rising displayed a more elaborately prepared scene than the last. The drawing-room, as I have
35before observed, was raised two steps above the dining-room, and on the top of the upper step, placed a yard or two back
36within the room, appeared a large marble basin, which I recognised as an ornament of the conservatory--where it usually
37stood, surrounded by exotics, and tenanted by gold fish--and whence it must have been transported with some trouble, on
38account of its size and weight. Seated on the carpet, by the side of this basin, was seen Mr. Rochester, costumed in
39shawls, with a turban on his head. His dark eyes and swarthy skin and Paynim features suited the costume exactly: he
40looked the very model of an Eastern emir, an agent or a victim of the bowstring. Presently advanced into view Miss
41Ingram. She, too, was attired in oriental fashion: a crimson scarf tied sash-like round the waist: an embroidered
42handkerchief knotted about her temples; her beautifully-moulded arms bare, one of them upraised in the act of supporting
43a pitcher, poised gracefully on her head. Both her cast of form and feature, her complexion and her general air,
44suggested the idea of some Israelitish princess of the patriarchal days; and such was doubtless the character she
45intended to represent. She approached the basin, and bent over it as if to fill her pitcher; she again lifted it to her
46head. The personage on the well-brink now seemed to accost her; to make some request:--"She hasted, let down her pitcher
47on her hand, and gave him to drink." From the bosom of his robe he then produced a casket, opened it and showed
48magnificent bracelets and earrings; she acted astonishment and admiration; kneeling, he laid the treasure at her feet;
49incredulity and delight were expressed by her looks and gestures; the stranger fastened the bracelets on her arms and
50the rings in her ears. It was Eliezer and Rebecca: the camels only were wanting. The divining party again laid their
51heads together: apparently they could not agree about the word or syllable the scene illustrated. Colonel Dent, their
52spokesman, demanded "the tableau of the whole;" whereupon the curtain again descended. On its third rising only a
53portion of the drawing-room was disclosed; the rest being concealed by a screen, hung with some sort of dark and coarse
54drapery. The marble basin was removed; in its place, stood a deal table and a kitchen chair: these objects were visible
55by a very dim light proceeding from a horn lantern, the wax candles being all extinguished. Amidst this sordid scene,
56sat a man with his clenched hands resting on his knees, and his eyes bent on the ground. I knew Mr. Rochester; though
57the begrimed face, the disordered dress (his coat hanging loose from one arm, as if it had been almost torn from his
58back in a scuffle), the desperate and scowling countenance, the rough, bristling hair might well have disguised him. As
59he moved, a chain clanked; to his wrists were attached fetters. "Bridewell!" exclaimed Colonel Dent, and the charade was
60solved. A sufficient interval having elapsed for the performers to resume their ordinary costume, they re-entered the
61dining-room. Mr. Rochester led in Miss Ingram; she was complimenting him on his acting. "Do you know," said she, "that,
62of the three characters, I liked you in the last best? Oh, had you but lived a few years earlier, what a gallant
63gentleman-highwayman you would have made!" "Is all the soot washed from my face?" he asked, turning it towards her.
64"Alas! yes: the more's the pity! Nothing could be more becoming to your complexion than that ruffian's rouge." "You
65would like a hero of the road then?" "An English hero of the road would be the next best thing to an Italian bandit; and
66that could only be surpassed by a Levantine pirate." "Well, whatever I am, remember you are my wife; we were married an
67hour since, in the presence of all these witnesses." She giggled, and her colour rose.
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