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1Some time in the afternoon I raised my head, and looking round and seeing the western sun gilding the sign of its
2decline on the wall, I asked, "What am I to do?" But the answer my mind gave--"Leave Thornfield at once"--was so prompt,
3so dread, that I stopped my ears. I said I could not bear such words now. "That I am not Edward Rochester's bride is the
4least part of my woe," I alleged: "that I have wakened out of most glorious dreams, and found them all void and vain, is
5a horror I could bear and master; but that I must leave him decidedly, instantly, entirely, is intolerable. I cannot do
6it." But, then, a voice within me averred that I could do it and foretold that I should do it. I wrestled with my own
7resolution: I wanted to be weak that I might avoid the awful passage of further suffering I saw laid out for me; and
8Conscience, turned tyrant, held Passion by the throat, told her tauntingly, she had yet but dipped her dainty foot in
9the slough, and swore that with that arm of iron he would thrust her down to unsounded depths of agony. "Let me be torn
10away, then" I cried. "Let another help me!" "No; you shall tear yourself away, none shall help you: you shall yourself
11pluck out your right eye; yourself cut off your right hand: your heart shall be the victim, and you the priest to
12transfix it." I rose up suddenly, terror-struck at the solitude which so ruthless a judge haunted,--at the silence which
13so awful a voice filled. My head swam as I stood erect. I perceived that I was sickening from excitement and inanition;
14neither meat nor drink had passed my lips that day, for I had taken no breakfast. And, with a strange pang, I now
15reflected that, long as I had been shut up here, no message had been sent to ask how I was, or to invite me to come
16down: not even little Adèle had tapped at the door; not even Mrs. Fairfax had sought me. "Friends always forget those
17whom fortune forsakes," I murmured, as I undrew the bolt and passed out. I stumbled over an obstacle: my head was still
18dizzy, my sight was dim, and my limbs were feeble. I could not soon recover myself. I fell, but not on to the ground: an
19outstretched arm caught me. I looked up--I was supported by Mr. Rochester, who sat in a chair across my chamber
20threshold. "You come out at last," he said. "Well, I have been waiting for you long, and listening: yet not one movement
21have I heard, nor one sob: five minutes more of that death-like hush, and I should have forced the lock like a burglar.
22So you shun me?--you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You
23are passionate: I expected a scene of some kind. I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them to be shed
24on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them, or your drenched handkerchief. But I err: you have not wept at
25all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose, then, your heart has been weeping blood?
26"Well, Jane! not a word of reproach? Nothing bitter--nothing poignant? Nothing to cut a feeling or sting a passion? You
27sit quietly where I have placed you, and regard me with a weary, passive look. "Jane, I never meant to wound you thus.
28If the man who had but one little ewe lamb that was dear to him as a daughter, that ate of his bread and drank of his
29cup, and lay in his bosom, had by some mistake slaughtered it at the shambles, he would not have rued his bloody blunder
30more than I now rue mine. Will you ever forgive me?" Reader, I forgave him at the moment and on the spot. There was such
31deep remorse in his eye, such true pity in his tone, such manly energy in his manner; and besides, there was such
32unchanged love in his whole look and mien--I forgave him all: yet not in words, not outwardly; only at my heart's core.
33"You know I am a scoundrel, Jane?" ere long he inquired wistfully--wondering, I suppose, at my continued silence and
34tameness, the result rather of weakness than of will. "Yes, sir." "Then tell me so roundly and sharply--don't spare me."
35"I cannot: I am tired and sick. I want some water." He heaved a sort of shuddering sigh, and taking me in his arms,
36carried me downstairs. At first I did not know to what room he had borne me; all was cloudy to my glazed sight:
37presently I felt the reviving warmth of a fire; for, summer as it was, I had become icy cold in my chamber. He put wine
38to my lips; I tasted it and revived; then I ate something he offered me, and was soon myself. I was in the
39library--sitting in his chair--he was quite near. "If I could go out of life now, without too sharp a pang, it would be
40well for me," I thought; "then I should not have to make the effort of cracking my heart-strings in rending them from
41among Mr. Rochester's. I must leave him, it appears. I do not want to leave him--I cannot leave him." "How are you now,
42Jane?" "Much better, sir; I shall be well soon." "Taste the wine again, Jane." I obeyed him; then he put the glass on
43the table, stood before me, and looked at me attentively. Suddenly he turned away, with an inarticulate exclamation,
44full of passionate emotion of some kind; he walked fast through the room and came back; he stooped towards me as if to
45kiss me; but I remembered caresses were now forbidden. I turned my face away and put his aside. "What!--How is this?" he
46exclaimed hastily. "Oh, I know! you won't kiss the husband of Bertha Mason? You consider my arms filled and my embraces
47appropriated?" "At any rate, there is neither room nor claim for me, sir." "Why, Jane? I will spare you the trouble of
48much talking; I will answer for you--Because I have a wife already, you would reply.--I guess rightly?" "Yes." "If you
49think so, you must have a strange opinion of me; you must regard me as a plotting profligate--a base and low rake who
50has been simulating disinterested love in order to draw you into a snare deliberately laid, and strip you of honour and
51rob you of self-respect. What do you say to that? I see you can say nothing: in the first place, you are faint still,
52and have enough to do to draw your breath; in the second place, you cannot yet accustom yourself to accuse and revile
53me, and besides, the flood-gates of tears are opened, and they would rush out if you spoke much; and you have no desire
54to expostulate, to upbraid, to make a scene: you are thinking how to act--talking you consider is of no use. I know
55you--I am on my guard." "Sir, I do not wish to act against you," I said; and my unsteady voice warned me to curtail my
56sentence. "Not in your sense of the word, but in mine you are scheming to destroy me. You have as good as said that I am
57a married man--as a married man you will shun me, keep out of my way: just now you have refused to kiss me. You intend
58to make yourself a complete stranger to me: to live under this roof only as Adèle's governess; if ever I say a friendly
59word to you, if ever a friendly feeling inclines you again to me, you will say,--'That man had nearly made me his
60mistress: I must be ice and rock to him;' and ice and rock you will accordingly become." I cleared and steadied my voice
61to reply: "All is changed about me, sir; I must change too--there is no doubt of that; and to avoid fluctuations of
62feeling, and continual combats with recollections and associations, there is only one way--Adèle must have a new
63governess, sir."
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