友情提示:如果本网页打开太慢或显示不完整,请尝试鼠标右键“刷新”本网页!阅读过程发现任何错误请告诉我们,谢谢!! 报告错误
狗狗书籍 返回本书目录 我的书架 我的书签 TXT全本下载 进入书吧 加入书签

Jane Eyre-第90章

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页,按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页,按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部!
————未阅读完?加入书签已便下次继续阅读!



 to return in a fortnight。 mrs。 fairfaurmised that he was gone to make arrangements for his wedding; as he had talked of purchasing a new carriage: she said the idea of his marrying miss ingram still seemed strange to her; but from what everybody said; and from what she had herself seen; she could no longer doubt that the event would shortly take place。 “you would be strangely incredulous if you did doubt it;” was my mental ment。 “i don’t doubt it。”

the question followed; “where was i to go?” i dreamt of miss ingram all the night: in a vivid morning dream i saw her closing the gates of thornfield against me and pointing me out another road; and mr。 rochester looked on with his arms folded—smiling sardonically; as it seemed; at both her and me。

i had not notified to mrs。 fairfax the exact day of my return; for i did not wish either car or carriage to meet me at millcote。 i proposed to walk the distance quietly by myself; and very quietly; after leaving my box in the ostler’s care; did i slip away from the george inn; about six o’clock of a june evening; and take the old road to thornfield: a road which lay chiefly through fields; and was now little frequented。

it was not a bright or splendid summer evening; though fair and soft: the haymakers were at work all along the road; and the sky; though far from cloudless; was such as promised well for the future: its blue—where blue was visible—was mild and settled; and its cloud strata high and thin。 the west; too; was warm: no watery gleam chilled it—it seemed as if there was a fire lit; an altar burning behind its screen of marbled vapour; and out of apertures shone a golden redness。

i felt glad as the road shortened before me: so glad that i stopped once to ask myself what that joy meant: and to remind reason that it was not to my home i was going; or to a permanent resting…place; or to a place where fond friends looked out for me and waited my arrival。 “mrs。 fairfax will smile you a calm wele; to be sure;” said i; “and little adèle will clap her hands and jump to see you: but you know very well you are thinking of another than they; and that he is not thinking of you。”

but what is so headstrong as youth? what so blind as inexperience? these affirmed that it was pleasure enough to have the privilege of again looking on mr。 rochester; whether he looked on me or not; and they added—“hasten! hasten! be with him while you may: but a few more days or weeks; at most; and you are parted from him for ever!” and then i strangled a new…born agony—a deformed thing which i could not persuade myself to own and rear—and ran on。

they are making hay; too; in thornfield meadows: or rather; the labourers are just quitting their work; and returning home with their rakes on their shoulders; now; at the hour i arrive。 i have but a field or two to traverse; and then i shall cross the road and reach the gates。 how full the hedges are of roses! but i have no time to gather any; i want to be at the house。 i passed a tall briar; shooting leafy and flowery branches across the path; i see the narrow stile with stone steps; and i see—mr。 rochester sitting there; a book and a pencil in his hand; he is writing。

well; he is not a ghost; yet every nerve i have is unstrung: for a moment i am beyond my own mastery。 what does it mean? i did not think i should tremble in this way when i saw him; or lose my voice or the power of motion in his presence。 i will go back as soon as i can stir: i need not make an absolute fool of myself。 i know another way to the house。 it does not signify if i knew twenty ways; for he has seen me。

“hillo!” he cries; and he puts up his book and his pencil。 “there you are! e on; if you please。”

i suppose i do e on; though in what fashion i know not; being scarcely cognisant of my movements; and solicitous only to appear calm; and; above all; to control the working muscles of my face— which i feel rebel insolently against my will; and struggle to express what i had resolved to conceal。 but i have a veil—it is down: i may make shift yet to behave with decent posure。

“and this is jane eyre? are you ing from millcote; and on foot? yes—just one of your tricks: not to send for a carriage; and e clattering over street and road like a mon mortal; but to steal into the vicinage of your home along with twilight; just as if you were a dream or a shade。 what the deuce have you done with yourself this last month?”

“i have been with my aunt; sir; who is dead。”

“a true janian reply! good angels be my guard! she es from the other world—from the abode of people who are dead; and tells me so when she meets me alone here in the gloaming! if i dared; i’d touch you; to see if you are substance or shadow; you elf!—but i’d as soon offer to take hold of a blue ignis fatuus light in a marsh。 truant! truant!” he added; when he had paused an instant。 “absent from me a whole month; and forgetting me quite; i’ll be sworn!”

i knew there would be pleasure in meeting my master again; even though broken by the fear that he was so soon to cease to be my master; and by the knowledge that i was nothing to him: but there was ever in mr。 rochester (so at least i thought) such a wealth of the power of municating happiness; that to taste but of the crumbs he scattered to stray and stranger birds like me; was to feast genially。 his last words were balm: they seemed to imply that it imported something to him whether i forgot him or not。 and he had spoken of thornfield as my home—would that it were my home!

he did not leave the stile; and i hardly liked to ask to go by。 i inquired soon if he had not been to london。

“yes; i suppose you found that out by second…sight。”

“mrs。 fairfax told me in a letter。”

“and did she inform you what i went to do?”

“oh; yes; sir! everybody knew your errand。”

“you must see the carriage; jane; and tell me if you don’t think it will suit mrs。 rochester exactly; and whether she won’t look like queen boadicea; leaning back against those purple cushions。 i wish; jane; i were a trifle better adapted to match with her externally。 tell me now; fairy as you are—can’t you give me a charm; or a philter
返回目录 上一页 下一页 回到顶部 0 0
未阅读完?加入书签已便下次继续阅读!
温馨提示: 温看小说的同时发表评论,说出自己的看法和其它小伙伴们分享也不错哦!发表书评还可以获得积分和经验奖励,认真写原创书评 被采纳为精评可以获得大量金币、积分和经验奖励哦!