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1As I rose and dressed, I thought over what had happened, and wondered if it were a dream. I could not be certain of the
2reality till I had seen Mr. Rochester again, and heard him renew his words of love and promise. While arranging my hair,
3I looked at my face in the glass, and felt it was no longer plain: there was hope in its aspect and life in its colour;
4and my eyes seemed as if they had beheld the fount of fruition, and borrowed beams from the lustrous ripple. I had often
5been unwilling to look at my master, because I feared he could not be pleased at my look; but I was sure I might lift my
6face to his now, and not cool his affection by its expression. I took a plain but clean and light summer dress from my
7drawer and put it on: it seemed no attire had ever so well become me, because none had I ever worn in so blissful a
8mood. I was not surprised, when I ran down into the hall, to see that a brilliant June morning had succeeded to the
9tempest of the night; and to feel, through the open glass door, the breathing of a fresh and fragrant breeze. Nature
10must be gladsome when I was so happy. A beggar-woman and her little boy--pale, ragged objects both--were coming up the
11walk, and I ran down and gave them all the money I happened to have in my purse--some three or four shillings: good or
12bad, they must partake of my jubilee. The rooks cawed, and blither birds sang; but nothing was so merry or so musical as
13my own rejoicing heart. Mrs. Fairfax surprised me by looking out of the window with a sad countenance, and saying
14gravely--"Miss Eyre, will you come to breakfast?" During the meal she was quiet and cool: but I could not undeceive her
15then. I must wait for my master to give explanations; and so must she. I ate what I could, and then I hastened upstairs.
16I met Adèle leaving the schoolroom. "Where are you going? It is time for lessons." "Mr. Rochester has sent me away to
17the nursery." "Where is he?" "In there," pointing to the apartment she had left; and I went in, and there he stood.
18"Come and bid me good-morning," said he. I gladly advanced; and it was not merely a cold word now, or even a shake of
19the hand that I received, but an embrace and a kiss. It seemed natural: it seemed genial to be so well loved, so
20caressed by him. "Jane, you look blooming, and smiling, and pretty," said he: "truly pretty this morning. Is this my
21pale, little elf? Is this my mustard-seed? This little sunny-faced girl with the dimpled cheek and rosy lips; the
22satin-smooth hazel hair, and the radiant hazel eyes?" (I had green eyes, reader; but you must excuse the mistake: for
23him they were new-dyed, I suppose.) "It is Jane Eyre, sir." "Soon to be Jane Rochester," he added: "in four weeks,
24Janet; not a day more. Do you hear that?" I did, and I could not quite comprehend it: it made me giddy. The feeling, the
25announcement sent through me, was something stronger than was consistent with joy--something that smote and stunned: it
26was, I think, almost fear. "You blushed, and now you are white, Jane: what is that for?" "Because you gave me a new
27name--Jane Rochester; and it seems so strange." "Yes, Mrs. Rochester," said he; "young Mrs. Rochester--Fairfax
28Rochester's girl-bride." "It can never be, sir; it does not sound likely. Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in
29this world. I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species: to imagine such a lot befalling me is a
30fairy tale--a day-dream." "Which I can and will realise. I shall begin to-day. This morning I wrote to my banker in
31London to send me certain jewels he has in his keeping,--heirlooms for the ladies of Thornfield. In a day or two I hope
32to pour them into your lap: for every privilege, every attention shall be yours that I would accord a peer's daughter,
33if about to marry her." "Oh, sir!--never rain jewels! I don't like to hear them spoken of. Jewels for Jane Eyre sounds
34unnatural and strange: I would rather not have them." "I will myself put the diamond chain round your neck, and the
35circlet on your forehead,--which it will become: for nature, at least, has stamped her patent of nobility on this brow,
36Jane; and I will clasp the bracelets on these fine wrists, and load these fairy-like fingers with rings." "No, no, sir!
37think of other subjects, and speak of other things, and in another strain. Don't address me as if I were a beauty; I am
38your plain, Quakerish governess." "You are a beauty in my eyes, and a beauty just after the desire of my
39heart,--delicate and aërial." "Puny and insignificant, you mean. You are dreaming, sir,--or you are sneering. For God's
40sake, don't be ironical!" "I will make the world acknowledge you a beauty, too," he went on, while I really became
41uneasy at the strain he had adopted, because I felt he was either deluding himself or trying to delude me. "I will
42attire my Jane in satin and lace, and she shall have roses in her hair; and I will cover the head I love best with a
43priceless veil." "And then you won't know me, sir; and I shall not be your Jane Eyre any longer, but an ape in a
44harlequin's jacket--a jay in borrowed plumes. I would as soon see you, Mr. Rochester, tricked out in stage-trappings, as
45myself clad in a court-lady's robe; and I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to
46flatter you. Don't flatter me." He pursued his theme, however, without noticing my deprecation. "This very day I shall
47take you in the carriage to Millcote, and you must choose some dresses for yourself. I told you we shall be married in
48four weeks. The wedding is to take place quietly, in the church down below yonder; and then I shall waft you away at
49once to town. After a brief stay there, I shall bear my treasure to regions nearer the sun: to French vineyards and
50Italian plains; and she shall see whatever is famous in old story and in modern record: she shall taste, too, of the
51life of cities; and she shall learn to value herself by just comparison with others." "Shall I travel?--and with you,
52sir?" "You shall sojourn at Paris, Rome, and Naples: at Florence, Venice, and Vienna: all the ground I have wandered
53over shall be re-trodden by you: wherever I stamped my hoof, your sylph's foot shall step also. Ten years since, I flew
54through Europe half mad; with disgust, hate, and rage as my companions: now I shall revisit it healed and cleansed, with
55a very angel as my comforter." I laughed at him as he said this. "I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one
56till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me--for you will
57not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate." "What do you anticipate of me?" "For
58a little while you will perhaps be as you are now,--a very little while; and then you will turn cool; and then you will
59be capricious; and then you will be stern, and I shall have much ado to please you: but when you get well used to me,
60you will perhaps like me again,--like me, I say, not love me. I suppose your love will effervesce in six months, or
61less. I have observed in books written by men, that period assigned as the farthest to which a husband's ardour extends.
62Yet, after all, as a friend and companion, I hope never to become quite distasteful to my dear master." "Distasteful!
63and like you again! I think I shall like you again, and yet again: and I will make you confess I do not only like, but
64love you--with truth, fervour, constancy." "Yet are you not capricious, sir?" "To women who please me only by their
65faces, I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls nor hearts--when they open to me a perspective of
66flatness, triviality, and perhaps imbecility, coarseness, and ill-temper: but to the clear eye and eloquent tongue, to
67the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break--at once supple and stable, tractable and
68consistent--I am ever tender and true."
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