FragmentWelcome to consult... off your wet things,” said he; “and before you go, good-night—good-night, my darling!”
He kissed me repeatedly. When I looked up, on leaving his
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arms, there stood the widow, pale, grave, and amazed. I only
smiled at her, and ran upstairs. “Explanation will do for another
time,” thought I. Still, when I reached my chamber, I felt a pang at
the idea she should even temporarily misconstrue what she had
seen. But joy soon effaced every other feeling; and loud as the
wind blew, near and deep as the thunder crashed, fierce and
frequent as the lightning gleamed, cataract-like as the rain fell
during a storm of two hours’ duration, I experienced no fear and
little awe. Mr. Rochester came thrice to my door in the course of it,
to ask if I was safe and tranquil: and that was comfort, that was
strength for anything.
Before I left my bed in the morning, little Adèle came running
in to tell me that the great horse-chestnut at the bottom of the
orchard had been struck by lightning in the night, and half of it
split away.
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Chapter XXIV
As I rose and dressed, I thought over what had happened,
and wondered if it were a dream. I could not be certain of
the reality till I had seen Mr. Rochester again, and heard
him renew his words of love and promise.
While arranging my hair, I 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; and my eyes seemed as if they had beheld the fount of
fruition, and borrowed beams from the lustrous ripple. I had often
been 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 face to his
now, and not cool his affection by its . I took a plain but
clean and light summer dress from my drawer and put it on: it
seemed no attire had ever so well become me, because none had I
ever worn in so blissful a mood.
I was not surprised, when I ran down into the hall, to see that a
brilliant June morning had succeeded to the tempest of the night;
and to feel, through the open glass door, the breathing of a fresh
and fragrant breeze. Nature must be gladsome when I was so
happy. A beggar-woman and her little boy—pale, ragged objects
both—were coming up the walk, and I ran down and gave them all
the money I happened to have in my purse—some three or four
shillings: good or bad, they must partake of my jubilee. The rooks
cawed, and blither birds sang; but nothing was so merry or so
musical as my own rejoicing heart.
Mrs. Fairfax surprised me by looking out of the window with a
sad countenance, and saying gravely—“Miss Eyre, will you come
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to breakfast?” During the meal she was quiet and cool: but I could
not undeceive her then. I must wait for my master to give
explanations; and so must she. I ate what I could, and then I
hastened upstairs. I met Adèle leaving the schoolroom.
“Where are you going? It is time for lessons.”
“Mr. Rochester has sent me away to the nursery.”
“Where is he?”
“In there,” pointing to the apartment she had left; and I went
in, and there he stood.
“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 the
hand that I received, but an embrace and a kiss. It seemed natural:
it seemed genial to be so well loved, so caressed by him.
“Jane, you look bloomi
