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1"No, no, sir; besides the delicacy and richness of the fabric, I found nothing save Fairfax Rochester's pride; and that
2did not scare me, because I am used to the sight of the demon. But, sir, as it grew dark, the wind rose: it blew
3yesterday evening, not as it blows now--wild and high--but 'with a sullen, moaning sound' far more eerie. I wished you
4were at home. I came into this room, and the sight of the empty chair and fireless hearth chilled me. For some time
5after I went to bed, I could not sleep--a sense of anxious excitement distressed me. The gale still rising seemed to my
6ear to muffle a mournful under-sound; whether in the house or abroad I could not at first tell, but it recurred,
7doubtful yet doleful at every lull; at last I made out it must be some dog howling at a distance. I was glad when it
8ceased. On sleeping, I continued in dreams the idea of a dark and gusty night. I continued also the wish to be with you,
9and experienced a strange, regretful consciousness of some barrier dividing us. During all my first sleep, I was
10following the windings of an unknown road; total obscurity environed me; rain pelted me; I was burdened with the charge
11of a little child: a very small creature, too young and feeble to walk, and which shivered in my cold arms, and wailed
12piteously in my ear. I thought, sir, that you were on the road a long way before me; and I strained every nerve to
13overtake you, and made effort on effort to utter your name and entreat you to stop--but my movements were fettered, and
14my voice still died away inarticulate; while you, I felt, withdrew farther and farther every moment." "And these dreams
15weigh on your spirits now, Jane, when I am close to you? Little nervous subject! Forget visionary woe, and think only of
16real happiness! You say you love me, Janet: yes--I will not forget that; and you cannot deny it. Those words did not die
17inarticulate on your lips. I heard them clear and soft: a thought too solemn perhaps, but sweet as music--'I think it is
18a glorious thing to have the hope of living with you, Edward, because I love you.' Do you love me, Jane?--repeat it." "I
19do, sir--I do, with my whole heart." "Well," he said, after some minutes' silence, "it is strange; but that sentence has
20penetrated my breast painfully. Why? I think because you said it with such an earnest, religious energy, and because
21your upward gaze at me now is the very sublime of faith, truth, and devotion: it is too much as if some spirit were near
22me. Look wicked, Jane: as you know well how to look: coin one of your wild, shy, provoking smiles; tell me you hate
23me--tease me, vex me; do anything but move me: I would rather be incensed than saddened." "I will tease you and vex you
24to your heart's content, when I have finished my tale: but hear me to the end." "I thought, Jane, you had told me all. I
25thought I had found the source of your melancholy in a dream." I shook my head. "What! is there more? But I will not
26believe it to be anything important. I warn you of incredulity beforehand. Go on." The disquietude of his air, the
27somewhat apprehensive impatience of his manner, surprised me: but I proceeded. "I dreamt another dream, sir: that
28Thornfield Hall was a dreary ruin, the retreat of bats and owls. I thought that of all the stately front nothing
29remained but a shell-like wall, very high and very fragile-looking. I wandered, on a moonlight night, through the
30grass-grown enclosure within: here I stumbled over a marble hearth, and there over a fallen fragment of cornice. Wrapped
31up in a shawl, I still carried the unknown little child: I might not lay it down anywhere, however tired were my
32arms--however much its weight impeded my progress, I must retain it. I heard the gallop of a horse at a distance on the
33road; I was sure it was you; and you were departing for many years and for a distant country. I climbed the thin wall
34with frantic perilous haste, eager to catch one glimpse of you from the top: the stones rolled from under my feet, the
35ivy branches I grasped gave way, the child clung round my neck in terror, and almost strangled me; at last I gained the
36summit. I saw you like a speck on a white track, lessening every moment. The blast blew so strong I could not stand. I
37sat down on the narrow ledge; I hushed the scared infant in my lap: you turned an angle of the road: I bent forward to
38take a last look; the wall crumbled; I was shaken; the child rolled from my knee, I lost my balance, fell, and woke."
39"Now, Jane, that is all." "All the preface, sir; the tale is yet to come. On waking, a gleam dazzled my eyes; I
40thought--Oh, it is daylight! But I was mistaken; it was only candlelight. Sophie, I supposed, had come in. There was a
41light in the dressing-table, and the door of the closet, where, before going to bed, I had hung my wedding-dress and
42veil, stood open; I heard a rustling there. I asked, 'Sophie, what are you doing?' No one answered; but a form emerged
43from the closet; it took the light, held it aloft, and surveyed the garments pendent from the portmanteau. 'Sophie!
44Sophie!' I again cried: and still it was silent. I had risen up in bed, I bent forward: first surprise, then
45bewilderment, came over me; and then my blood crept cold through my veins. Mr. Rochester, this was not Sophie, it was
46not Leah, it was not Mrs. Fairfax: it was not--no, I was sure of it, and am still--it was not even that strange woman,
47Grace Poole." "It must have been one of them," interrupted my master. "No, sir, I solemnly assure you to the contrary.
48The shape standing before me had never crossed my eyes within the precincts of Thornfield Hall before; the height, the
49contour were new to me." "Describe it, Jane." "It seemed, sir, a woman, tall and large, with thick and dark hair hanging
50long down her back. I know not what dress she had on: it was white and straight; but whether gown, sheet, or shroud, I
51cannot tell." "Did you see her face?" "Not at first. But presently she took my veil from its place; she held it up,
52gazed at it long, and then she threw it over her own head, and turned to the mirror. At that moment I saw the reflection
53of the visage and features quite distinctly in the dark oblong glass." "And how were they?" "Fearful and ghastly to
54me--oh, sir, I never saw a face like it! It was a discoloured face--it was a savage face. I wish I could forget the roll
55of the red eyes and the fearful blackened inflation of the lineaments!" "Ghosts are usually pale, Jane." "This, sir, was
56purple: the lips were swelled and dark; the brow furrowed: the black eyebrows widely raised over the bloodshot eyes.
57Shall I tell you of what it reminded me?" "You may." "Of the foul German spectre--the Vampyre." "Ah!--what did it do?"
58"Sir, it removed my veil from its gaunt head, rent it in two parts, and flinging both on the floor, trampled on them."
59It removed my veil from its gaunt head, rent it in two parts, and flinging both on the floor, trampled on them
60"Afterwards?" "It drew aside the window-curtain and looked out; perhaps it saw dawn approaching, for, taking the candle,
61it retreated to the door. Just at my bedside, the figure stopped: the fiery eyes glared upon me--she thrust up her
62candle close to my face, and extinguished it under my eyes. I was aware her lurid visage flamed over mine, and I lost
63consciousness: for the second time in my life--only the second time--I became insensible from terror." "Who was with you
64when you revived?" "No one, sir, but the broad day. I rose, bathed my head and face in water, drank a long draught; felt
65that though enfeebled I was not ill, and determined that to none but you would I impart this vision. Now, sir, tell me
66who and what that woman was?" "The creature of an over-stimulated brain; that is certain. I must be careful of you, my
67treasure: nerves like yours were not made for rough handling." "Sir, depend on it, my nerves were not in fault; the
68thing was real: the transaction actually took place."
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