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I
walked
on
so
fast
that
even
he
could
hardly
have
overtaken
me
had
he
tried
.
Little
Adele
was
half
wild
with
delight
when
she
saw
me
.
Mrs.
Fairfax
received
me
with
her
usual
plain
friendliness
.
Leah
smiled
,
and
even
Sophie
bid
me
"
bon
soir
"
with
glee
.
This
was
very
pleasant
;
there
is
no
happiness
like
that
of
being
loved
by
your
fellow-creatures
,
and
feeling
that
your
presence
is
an
addition
to
their
comfort
.
I
that
evening
shut
my
eyes
resolutely
against
the
future
:
I
stopped
my
cars
against
the
voice
that
kept
warning
me
of
near
separation
and
coming
grief
.
When
tea
was
over
and
Mrs.
Fairfax
had
taken
her
knitting
,
and
I
had
assumed
a
low
seat
near
her
,
and
Adele
,
kneeling
on
the
carpet
,
had
nestled
close
up
to
me
,
and
a
sense
of
mutual
affection
seemed
to
surround
us
with
a
ring
of
golden
peace
,
I
uttered
a
silent
prayer
that
we
might
not
be
parted
far
or
soon
;
but
when
,
as
we
thus
sat
,
Mr.
Rochester
entered
,
unannounced
,
and
looking
at
us
,
seemed
to
take
pleasure
in
the
spectacle
of
a
group
so
amicable
--
when
he
said
he
supposed
the
old
lady
was
all
right
now
that
she
had
got
her
adopted
daughter
back
again
,
and
added
that
he
saw
Adele
was
"
prete
e
croquer
sa
petite
maman
Anglaise
"
--
I
half
ventured
to
hope
that
he
would
,
even
after
his
marriage
,
keep
us
together
somewhere
under
the
shelter
of
his
protection
,
and
not
quite
exiled
from
the
sunshine
of
his
presence
.
A
fortnight
of
dubious
calm
succeeded
my
return
to
Thornfield
Hall
.
Nothing
was
said
of
the
master
's
marriage
,
and
I
saw
no
preparation
going
on
for
such
an
event
.
Almost
every
day
I
asked
Mrs.
Fairfax
if
she
had
yet
heard
anything
decided
:
her
answer
was
always
in
the
negative
.
Once
she
said
she
had
actually
put
the
question
to
Mr.
Rochester
as
to
when
he
was
going
to
bring
his
bride
home
;
but
he
had
answered
her
only
by
a
joke
and
one
of
his
queer
looks
,
and
she
could
not
tell
what
to
make
of
him
One
thing
specially
surprised
me
,
and
that
was
,
there
were
no
journeyings
backward
and
forward
,
no
visits
to
Ingram
Park
:
to
be
sure
it
was
twenty
miles
off
,
on
the
borders
of
another
county
;
but
what
was
that
distance
to
an
ardent
lover
?
To
so
practised
and
indefatigable
a
horseman
as
Mr.
Rochester
,
it
would
be
but
a
morning
's
ride
.
I
began
to
cherish
hopes
I
had
no
right
to
conceive
:
that
the
match
was
broken
off
;
that
rumour
had
been
mistaken
;
that
one
or
both
parties
had
changed
their
minds
.
I
used
to
look
at
my
master
's
face
to
see
if
it
were
sad
or
fierce
;
but
I
could
not
remember
the
time
when
it
had
been
so
uniformly
clear
of
clouds
or
evil
feelings
.
If
,
in
the
moments
I
and
my
pupil
spent
with
him
,
I
lacked
spirits
and
sank
into
inevitable
dejection
,
he
became
even
gay
.
Never
had
he
called
me
more
frequently
to
his
presence
;
never
been
kinder
to
me
when
there
--
and
,
alas
!
never
had
I
loved
him
so
well
.
A
splendid
Midsummer
shone
over
England
:
skies
so
pure
,
suns
so
radiant
as
were
then
seen
in
long
succession
,
seldom
favour
even
singly
,
our
wave-girt
land
.
It
was
as
if
a
band
of
Italian
days
had
come
from
the
South
,
like
a
flock
of
glorious
passenger
birds
,
and
lighted
to
rest
them
on
the
cliffs
of
Albion
.
The
hay
was
all
got
in
;
the
fields
round
Thornfield
were
green
and
shorn
;
the
roads
white
and
baked
;
the
trees
were
in
their
dark
prime
;
hedge
and
wood
,
full-leaved
and
deeply
tinted
,
contrasted
well
with
the
sunny
hue
of
the
cleared
meadows
between
.
On
Midsummer-eve
,
Adele
,
weary
with
gathering
wild
strawberries
in
Hay
Lane
half
the
day
,
had
gone
to
bed
with
the
sun
.
I
watched
her
drop
asleep
,
and
when
I
left
her
,
I
sought
the
garden
.
It
was
now
the
sweetest
hour
of
the
twenty-four
:
--
"
Day
its
fervid
fires
had
wasted
,
"
and
dew
fell
cool
on
panting
plain
and
scorched
summit
.
Where
the
sun
had
gone
down
in
simple
state
--
pure
of
the
pomp
of
clouds
--
spread
a
solemn
purple
,
burning
with
the
light
of
red
jewel
and
furnace
flame
at
one
point
,
on
one
hill-peak
,
and
extending
high
and
wide
,
soft
and
still
softer
,
over
half
heaven
.
The
east
had
its
own
charm
or
fine
deep
blue
,
and
its
own
modest
gem
,
a
casino
and
solitary
star
:
soon
it
would
boast
the
moon
;
but
she
was
yet
beneath
the
horizon
.
I
walked
a
while
on
the
pavement
;
but
a
subtle
,
well-known
scent
--
that
of
a
cigar
--
stole
from
some
window
;
I
saw
the
library
casement
open
a
handbreadth
;
I
knew
I
might
be
watched
thence
;
so
I
went
apart
into
the
orchard
.
No
nook
in
the
grounds
more
sheltered
and
more
Eden-like
;
it
was
full
of
trees
,
it
bloomed
with
flowers
:
a
very
high
wall
shut
it
out
from
the
court
,
on
one
side
;
on
the
other
,
a
beech
avenue
screened
it
from
the
lawn
.
At
the
bottom
was
a
sunk
fence
;
its
sole
separation
from
lonely
fields
:
a
winding
walk
,
bordered
with
laurels
and
terminating
in
a
giant
horse-chestnut
,
circled
at
the
base
by
a
seat
,
led
down
to
the
fence
.
Here
one
could
wander
unseen
.
While
such
honey-dew
fell
,
such
silence
reigned
,
such
gloaming
gathered
,
I
felt
as
if
I
could
haunt
such
shade
for
ever
;
but
in
threading
the
flower
and
fruit
parterres
at
the
upper
part
of
the
enclosure
,
enticed
there
by
the
light
the
now
rising
moon
cast
on
this
more
open
quarter
,
my
step
is
stayed
--
not
by
sound
,
not
by
sight
,
but
once
more
by
a
warning
fragrance
.
