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"
Mr.
Mason
does
.
Mr.
Eyre
has
been
the
Funchal
correspondent
of
his
house
for
some
years
.
When
your
uncle
received
your
letter
intimating
the
contemplated
union
between
yourself
and
Mr.
Rochester
,
Mr.
Mason
,
who
was
staying
at
Madeira
to
recruit
his
health
,
on
his
way
back
to
Jamaica
,
happened
to
be
with
him
.
Mr.
Eyre
mentioned
the
intelligence
;
for
he
knew
that
my
client
here
was
acquainted
with
a
gentleman
of
the
name
of
Rochester
.
Mr.
Mason
,
astonished
and
distressed
as
you
may
suppose
,
revealed
the
real
state
of
matters
.
Your
uncle
,
I
am
sorry
to
say
,
is
now
on
a
sick
bed
;
from
which
,
considering
the
nature
of
his
disease
--
decline
--
and
the
stage
it
has
reached
,
it
is
unlikely
he
will
ever
rise
.
He
could
not
then
hasten
to
England
himself
,
to
extricate
you
from
the
snare
into
which
you
had
fallen
,
but
he
implored
Mr.
Mason
to
lose
no
time
in
taking
steps
to
prevent
the
false
marriage
.
He
referred
him
to
me
for
assistance
.
I
used
all
despatch
,
and
am
thankful
I
was
not
too
late
:
as
you
,
doubtless
,
must
be
also
.
Were
I
not
morally
certain
that
your
uncle
will
be
dead
ere
you
reach
Madeira
,
I
would
advise
you
to
accompany
Mr.
Mason
back
;
but
as
it
is
,
I
think
you
had
better
remain
in
England
till
you
can
hear
further
,
either
from
or
of
Mr.
Eyre
.
Have
we
anything
else
to
stay
for
?
"
he
inquired
of
Mr.
Mason
.
"
No
,
no
--
let
us
be
gone
,
"
was
the
anxious
reply
;
and
without
waiting
to
take
leave
of
Mr.
Rochester
,
they
made
their
exit
at
the
hall
door
.
The
clergyman
stayed
to
exchange
a
few
sentences
,
either
of
admonition
or
reproof
,
with
his
haughty
parishioner
;
this
duty
done
,
he
too
departed
.
I
heard
him
go
as
I
stood
at
the
half-open
door
of
my
own
room
,
to
which
I
had
now
withdrawn
.
The
house
cleared
,
I
shut
myself
in
,
fastened
the
bolt
that
none
might
intrude
,
and
proceeded
--
not
to
weep
,
not
to
mourn
,
I
was
yet
too
calm
for
that
,
but
--
mechanically
to
take
off
the
wedding
dress
,
and
replace
it
by
the
stuff
gown
I
had
worn
yesterday
,
as
I
thought
,
for
the
last
time
.
I
then
sat
down
:
I
felt
weak
and
tired
.
I
leaned
my
arms
on
a
table
,
and
my
head
dropped
on
them
.
And
now
I
thought
:
till
now
I
had
only
heard
,
seen
,
moved
--
followed
up
and
down
where
I
was
led
or
dragged
--
watched
event
rush
on
event
,
disclosure
open
beyond
disclosure
:
but
now
,
I
thought
.
The
morning
had
been
a
quiet
morning
enough
--
all
except
the
brief
scene
with
the
lunatic
:
the
transaction
in
the
church
had
not
been
noisy
;
there
was
no
explosion
of
passion
,
no
loud
altercation
,
no
dispute
,
no
defiance
or
challenge
,
no
tears
,
no
sobs
:
a
few
words
had
been
spoken
,
a
calmly
pronounced
objection
to
the
marriage
made
;
some
stern
,
short
questions
put
by
Mr.
Rochester
;
answers
,
explanations
given
,
evidence
adduced
;
an
open
admission
of
the
truth
had
been
uttered
by
my
master
;
then
the
living
proof
had
been
seen
;
the
intruders
were
gone
,
and
all
was
over
.
I
was
in
my
own
room
as
usual
--
just
myself
,
without
obvious
change
:
nothing
had
smitten
me
,
or
scathed
me
,
or
maimed
me
.
And
yet
where
was
the
Jane
Eyre
of
yesterday
?
--
where
was
her
life
?
--
where
were
her
prospects
?
Jane
Eyre
,
who
had
been
an
ardent
,
expectant
woman
--
almost
a
bride
,
was
a
cold
,
solitary
girl
again
:
her
life
was
pale
;
her
prospects
were
desolate
.
A
Christmas
frost
had
come
at
midsummer
;
a
white
December
storm
had
whirled
over
June
;
ice
glazed
the
ripe
apples
,
drifts
crushed
the
blowing
roses
;
on
hayfield
and
cornfield
lay
a
frozen
shroud
:
lanes
which
last
night
blushed
full
of
flowers
,
to-day
were
pathless
with
untrodden
snow
;
and
the
woods
,
which
twelve
hours
since
waved
leafy
and
flagrant
as
groves
between
the
tropics
,
now
spread
,
waste
,
wild
,
and
white
as
pine-forests
in
wintry
Norway
.
My
hopes
were
all
dead
--
struck
with
a
subtle
doom
,
such
as
,
in
one
night
,
fell
on
all
the
first-born
in
the
land
of
Egypt
.
I
looked
on
my
cherished
wishes
,
yesterday
so
blooming
and
glowing
;
they
lay
stark
,
chill
,
livid
corpses
that
could
never
revive
.
I
looked
at
my
love
:
that
feeling
which
was
my
master
's
--
which
he
had
created
;
it
shivered
in
my
heart
,
like
a
suffering
child
in
a
cold
cradle
;
sickness
and
anguish
had
seized
it
;
it
could
not
seek
Mr.
Rochester
's
arms
--
it
could
not
derive
warmth
from
his
breast
.
Oh
,
never
more
could
it
turn
to
him
;
for
faith
was
blighted
--
confidence
destroyed
!
Mr.
Rochester
was
not
to
me
what
he
had
been
;
for
he
was
not
what
I
had
thought
him
.
I
would
not
ascribe
vice
to
him
;
I
would
not
say
he
had
betrayed
me
;
but
the
attribute
of
stainless
truth
was
gone
from
his
idea
,
and
from
his
presence
I
must
go
:
that
I
perceived
well
.
When
--
how
--
whither
,
I
could
not
yet
discern
;
but
he
himself
,
I
doubted
not
,
would
hurry
me
from
Thornfield
.
Real
affection
,
it
seemed
,
he
could
not
have
for
me
;
it
had
been
only
fitful
passion
:
that
was
balked
;
he
would
want
me
no
more
I
should
fear
even
to
cross
his
path
now
:
my
view
must
be
hateful
to
him
.
Oh
,
how
blind
had
been
my
eyes
!
How
weak
my
conduct
!
