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Then
I
thought
of
Eliza
and
Georgiana
;
I
beheld
one
the
cynosure
of
a
ball-room
,
the
other
the
inmate
of
a
convent
cell
;
and
I
dwelt
on
and
analysed
their
separate
peculiarities
of
person
and
character
.
The
evening
arrival
at
the
great
town
of
--
scattered
these
thoughts
;
night
gave
them
quite
another
turn
:
laid
down
on
my
traveller
's
bed
,
I
left
reminiscence
for
anticipation
.
I
was
going
back
to
Thornfield
:
but
how
long
was
I
to
stay
there
?
Not
long
;
of
that
I
was
sure
.
I
had
heard
from
Mrs.
Fairfax
in
the
interim
of
my
absence
:
the
party
at
the
hall
was
dispersed
;
Mr.
Rochester
had
left
for
London
three
weeks
ago
,
but
he
was
then
expected
to
return
in
a
fortnight
.
Mrs.
Fairfax
surmised
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
comment
.
"
I
do
n'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
welcome
,
to
be
sure
,
"
said
I
;
"
and
little
Adele
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
.
