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"
You
would
like
a
hero
of
the
road
then
?
"
"
An
English
hero
of
the
road
would
be
the
next
best
thing
to
an
Italian
bandit
;
and
that
could
only
be
surpassed
by
a
Levantine
pirate
.
"
"
Well
,
whatever
I
am
,
remember
you
are
my
wife
;
we
were
married
an
hour
since
,
in
the
presence
of
all
these
witnesses
.
"
She
giggled
,
and
her
colour
rose
.
"
Now
,
Dent
,
"
continued
Mr.
Rochester
,
"
it
is
your
turn
.
"
And
as
the
other
party
withdrew
,
he
and
his
band
took
the
vacated
seats
.
Miss
Ingram
placed
herself
at
her
leader
's
right
hand
;
the
other
diviners
filled
the
chairs
on
each
side
of
him
and
her
.
I
did
not
now
watch
the
actors
;
I
no
longer
waited
with
interest
for
the
curtain
to
rise
;
my
attention
was
absorbed
by
the
spectators
;
my
eyes
,
erewhile
fixed
on
the
arch
,
were
now
irresistibly
attracted
to
the
semicircle
of
chairs
.
What
charade
Colonel
Dent
and
his
party
played
,
what
word
they
chose
,
how
they
acquitted
themselves
,
I
no
longer
remember
;
but
I
still
see
the
consultation
which
followed
each
scene
:
I
see
Mr.
Rochester
turn
to
Miss
Ingram
,
and
Miss
Ingram
to
him
;
I
see
her
incline
her
head
towards
him
,
till
the
jetty
curls
almost
touch
his
shoulder
and
wave
against
his
cheek
;
I
hear
their
mutual
whisperings
;
I
recall
their
interchanged
glances
;
and
something
even
of
the
feeling
roused
by
the
spectacle
returns
in
memory
at
this
moment
.
I
have
told
you
,
reader
,
that
I
had
learnt
to
love
Mr.
Rochester
:
I
could
not
unlove
him
now
,
merely
because
I
found
that
he
had
ceased
to
notice
me
--
because
I
might
pass
hours
in
his
presence
,
and
he
would
never
once
turn
his
eyes
in
my
direction
--
because
I
saw
all
his
attentions
appropriated
by
a
great
lady
,
who
scorned
to
touch
me
with
the
hem
of
her
robes
as
she
passed
;
who
,
if
ever
her
dark
and
imperious
eye
fell
on
me
by
chance
,
would
withdraw
it
instantly
as
from
an
object
too
mean
to
merit
observation
.
I
could
not
unlove
him
,
because
I
felt
sure
he
would
soon
marry
this
very
lady
--
because
I
read
daily
in
her
a
proud
security
in
his
intentions
respecting
her
--
because
I
witnessed
hourly
in
him
a
style
of
courtship
which
,
if
careless
and
choosing
rather
to
be
sought
than
to
seek
,
was
yet
,
in
its
very
carelessness
,
captivating
,
and
in
its
very
pride
,
irresistible
.
There
was
nothing
to
cool
or
banish
love
in
these
circumstances
,
though
much
to
create
despair
.
Much
too
,
you
will
think
,
reader
,
to
engender
jealousy
:
if
a
woman
,
in
my
position
,
could
presume
to
be
jealous
of
a
woman
in
Miss
Ingram
's
.
But
I
was
not
jealous
:
or
very
rarely
;
--
the
nature
of
the
pain
I
suffered
could
not
be
explained
by
that
word
.
Miss
Ingram
was
a
mark
beneath
jealousy
:
she
was
too
inferior
to
excite
the
feeling
.
Pardon
the
seeming
paradox
;
I
mean
what
I
say
.
She
was
very
showy
,
but
she
was
not
genuine
:
she
had
a
fine
person
,
many
brilliant
attainments
;
but
her
mind
was
poor
,
her
heart
barren
by
nature
:
nothing
bloomed
spontaneously
on
that
soil
;
no
unforced
natural
fruit
delighted
by
its
freshness
.
She
was
not
good
;
she
was
not
original
:
she
used
to
repeat
sounding
phrases
from
books
:
she
never
offered
,
nor
had
,
an
opinion
of
her
own
.
She
advocated
a
high
tone
of
sentiment
;
but
she
did
not
know
the
sensations
of
sympathy
and
pity
;
tenderness
and
truth
were
not
in
her
.
Too
often
she
betrayed
this
,
by
the
undue
vent
she
gave
to
a
spiteful
antipathy
she
had
conceived
against
little
Adele
:
pushing
her
away
with
some
contumelious
epithet
if
she
happened
to
approach
her
;
sometimes
ordering
her
from
the
room
,
and
always
treating
her
with
coldness
and
acrimony
.
Other
eyes
besides
mine
watched
these
manifestations
of
character
--
watched
them
closely
,
keenly
,
shrewdly
.
Yes
;
the
future
bridegroom
,
Mr.
Rochester
himself
,
exercised
over
his
intended
a
ceaseless
surveillance
;
and
it
was
from
this
sagacity
--
this
guardedness
of
his
--
this
perfect
,
clear
consciousness
of
his
fair
one
's
defects
--
this
obvious
absence
of
passion
in
his
sentiments
towards
her
,
that
my
ever-torturing
pain
arose
.
I
saw
he
was
going
to
marry
her
,
for
family
,
perhaps
political
reasons
,
because
her
rank
and
connections
suited
him
;
I
felt
he
had
not
given
her
his
love
,
and
that
her
qualifications
were
ill
adapted
to
win
from
him
that
treasure
.
This
was
the
point
--
this
was
where
the
nerve
was
touched
and
teased
--
this
was
where
the
fever
was
sustained
and
fed
:
she
could
not
charm
him
.
If
she
had
managed
the
victory
at
once
,
and
he
had
yielded
and
sincerely
laid
his
heart
at
her
feet
,
I
should
have
covered
my
face
,
turned
to
the
wall
,
and
(
figuratively
)
have
died
to
them
.
If
Miss
Ingram
had
been
a
good
and
noble
woman
,
endowed
with
force
,
fervour
,
kindness
,
sense
,
I
should
have
had
one
vital
struggle
with
two
tigers
--
jealousy
and
despair
:
then
,
my
heart
torn
out
and
devoured
,
I
should
have
admired
her
--
acknowledged
her
excellence
,
and
been
quiet
for
the
rest
of
my
days
:
and
the
more
absolute
her
superiority
,
the
deeper
would
have
been
my
admiration
--
the
more
truly
tranquil
my
quiescence
.
But
as
matters
really
stood
,
to
watch
Miss
Ingram
's
efforts
at
fascinating
Mr.
Rochester
,
to
witness
their
repeated
failure
--
herself
unconscious
that
they
did
fail
;
vainly
fancying
that
each
shaft
launched
hit
the
mark
,
and
infatuatedly
pluming
herself
on
success
,
when
her
pride
and
self-complacency
repelled
further
and
further
what
she
wished
to
allure
--
to
witness
this
,
was
to
be
at
once
under
ceaseless
excitation
and
ruthless
restraint
.
