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“detecting！ you have analysed； then。 and what did you detect； if not gratitude？”
i said nothing。
“you have seen love： have you not？—and； looking forward； you have seen him married； and beheld his bride happy？”
“humph！ not exactly。 your witch’s skill is rather at fault sometimes。”
“what the devil have you seen； then？”
“never mind： i came here to inquire； not to confess。 is it known that mr。 rochester is to be married？”
“yes； and to the beautiful miss ingram。”
“shortly？”
“appearances would warrant that conclusion： and； no doubt （though； with an audacity that wants chastising out of you； you seem to question it）； they will be a superlatively happy pair。 he must love such a handsome； noble； witty； acplished lady； and probably she loves him； or； if not his person； at least his purse。 i know she considers the rochester estate eligible to the last degree； though （god pardon me！） i told her something on that point about an hour ago which made her look wondrous grave： the corners of her mouth fell half an inch。 i would advise her blackaviced suitor to look out： if another es； with a longer or clearer rent…roll；—he’s dished—”
“but； mother； i did not e to hear mr。 rochester’s fortune： i came to hear my own； and you have told me nothing of it。”
“your fortune is yet doubtful： when i examined your face； one trait contradicted another。 chance has meted you a measure of happiness： that i know。 i knew it before i came here this evening。 she has laid it carefully on one side for you。 i saw her do it。 it depends on yourself to stretch out your hand； and take it up： but whether you will do so； is the problem i study。 kneel again on the rug。”
“don’t keep me long； the fire scorches me。”
i knelt。 she did not stoop towards me； but only gazed； leaning back in her chair。 she began muttering；—
“the flame flickers in the eye； the eye shines like dew； it looks soft and full of feeling； it smiles at my jargon： it is susceptible； impression follows impression through its clear sphere； where it ceases to smile； it is sad； an unconscious lassitude weighs on the lid： that signifies melancholy resulting from loneliness。 it turns from me； it will not suffer further scrutiny； it seems to deny； by a mocking glance； the truth of the discoveries i have already made；—to disown the charge both of sensibility and chagrin： its pride and reserve only confirm me in my opinion。 the eye is favourable。
“as to the mouth； it delights at times in laughter； it is disposed to impart all that the brain conceives； though i daresay it would be silent on much the heart experiences。 mobile and flexible； it was never intended to be pressed in the eternal silence of solitude： it is a mouth which should speak much and smile often； and have human affection for its interlocutor。 that feature too is propitious。
“i see no enemy to a fortunate issue but in the brow； and that brow professes to say；—‘i can live alone； if self…respect； and circumstances require me so to do。 i need not sell my soul to buy bliss。 i have an inward treasure born with me； which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld； or offered only at a price i cannot afford to give。’ the forehead declares； ‘reason sits firm and holds the reins； and she will not let the feelings burst away and hurry her to wild chasms。 the passions may rage furiously； like true heathens； as they are； and the desires may imagine all sorts of vain things： but judgment shall still have the last word in every argument； and the casting vote in every decision。 strong wind； earthquake…shock； and fire may pass by： but i shall follow the guiding of that still small voice which interprets the dictates of conscience。’
“well said； forehead； your declaration shall be respected。 i have formed my plans—right plans i deem them—and in them i have attended to the claims of conscience； the counsels of reason。 i know how soon youth would fade and bloom perish； if； in the cup of bliss offered； but one dreg of shame； or one flavour of remorse were detected； and i do not want sacrifice； sorrow； dissolution—such is not my taste。 i wish to foster； not to blight—to earn gratitude； not to wring tears of blood—no； nor of brine： my harvest must be in smiles； in endearments； in sweet— that will do。 i think i rave in a kind of exquisite delirium。 i should wish now to protract this moment ad infinitum； but i dare not。 so far i have governed myself thoroughly。 i have acted as i inwardly swore i would act； but further might try me beyond my strength。 rise； miss eyre： leave me； the play is played out’。”
where was i？ did i wake or sleep？ had i been dreaming？ did i dream still？ the old woman’s voice had changed： her accent； her gesture； and all were familiar to me as my own face in a glass—as the speech of my own tongue。 i got up； but did not go。 i looked； i stirred the fire； and i looked again： but she drew her bonnet and her bandage closer about her face； and again beckoned me to depart。 the flame illuminated her hand stretched out： roused now； and on the alert for discoveries； i at once noticed that hand。 it was no more the withered limb of eld than my own； it was a rounded supple member； with smooth fingers； symmetrically turned； a broad ring flashed on the little finger； and stooping forward； i looked at it； and saw a gem i had seen a hundred times before。 again i looked at the face； which was no longer turned from me—on the contrary； the bonnet was doffed； the bandage displaced； the head advanced。
“well； jane； do you know me？” asked the familiar voice。
“only take off the red cloak； sir； and then—”
“but the string is in a knot—help me。”
“break it； sir。”
“there； then—‘off； ye lendings！’” and mr。 rochester stepped out of his disguise。
“now； sir； what a strange idea！”
“but well carried out； eh？ don’t you think so？”
“with the ladies you must have managed well。”
“but not with you？”
“you did not act the character of a gipsy with me。”
“what character did i act？ my own？”
“no； some unaccountable one。 in short； i believe you have been trying to draw me out—or in； you have been talking nonsense to ma