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I
had
nothing
to
say
to
these
words
:
they
were
not
new
to
me
:
my
very
first
recollections
of
existence
included
hints
of
the
same
kind
.
This
reproach
of
my
dependence
had
become
a
vague
sing-song
in
my
ear
:
very
painful
and
crushing
,
but
only
half
intelligible
.
Miss
Abbot
joined
in
--
"
And
you
ought
not
to
think
yourself
on
an
equality
with
the
Misses
Reed
and
Master
Reed
,
because
Missis
kindly
allows
you
to
be
brought
up
with
them
.
They
will
have
a
great
deal
of
money
,
and
you
will
have
none
:
it
is
your
place
to
be
humble
,
and
to
try
to
make
yourself
agreeable
to
them
.
"
"
What
we
tell
you
is
for
your
good
,
"
added
Bessie
,
in
no
harsh
voice
,
"
you
should
try
to
be
useful
and
pleasant
,
then
,
perhaps
,
you
would
have
a
home
here
;
but
if
you
become
passionate
and
rude
,
Missis
will
send
you
away
,
I
am
sure
.
"
"
Besides
,
"
said
Miss
Abbot
,
"
God
will
punish
her
:
He
might
strike
her
dead
in
the
midst
of
her
tantrums
,
and
then
where
would
she
go
?
Come
,
Bessie
,
we
will
leave
her
:
I
would
n't
have
her
heart
for
anything
.
Say
your
prayers
,
Miss
Eyre
,
when
you
are
by
yourself
;
for
if
you
do
n't
repent
,
something
bad
might
be
permitted
to
come
down
the
chimney
and
fetch
you
away
.
"
They
went
,
shutting
the
door
,
and
locking
it
behind
them
.
The
red-room
was
a
square
chamber
,
very
seldom
slept
in
,
I
might
say
never
,
indeed
,
unless
when
a
chance
influx
of
visitors
at
Gateshead
Hall
rendered
it
necessary
to
turn
to
account
all
the
accommodation
it
contained
:
yet
it
was
one
of
the
largest
and
stateliest
chambers
in
the
mansion
.
A
bed
supported
on
massive
pillars
of
mahogany
,
hung
with
curtains
of
deep
red
damask
,
stood
out
like
a
tabernacle
in
the
centre
;
the
two
large
windows
,
with
their
blinds
always
drawn
down
,
were
half
shrouded
in
festoons
and
falls
of
similar
drapery
;
the
carpet
was
red
;
the
table
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
was
covered
with
a
crimson
cloth
;
the
walls
were
a
soft
fawn
colour
with
a
blush
of
pink
in
it
;
the
wardrobe
,
the
toilet-table
,
the
chairs
were
of
darkly
polished
old
mahogany
.
Out
of
these
deep
surrounding
shades
rose
high
,
and
glared
white
,
the
piled-up
mattresses
and
pillows
of
the
bed
,
spread
with
a
snowy
Marseilles
counterpane
.
Scarcely
less
prominent
was
an
ample
cushioned
easy-chair
near
the
head
of
the
bed
,
also
white
,
with
a
footstool
before
it
;
and
looking
,
as
I
thought
,
like
a
pale
throne
.
This
room
was
chill
,
because
it
seldom
had
a
fire
;
it
was
silent
,
because
remote
from
the
nursery
and
kitchen
;
solemn
,
because
it
was
known
to
be
so
seldom
entered
.
The
house-maid
alone
came
here
on
Saturdays
,
to
wipe
from
the
mirrors
and
the
furniture
a
week
's
quiet
dust
:
and
Mrs.
Reed
herself
,
at
far
intervals
,
visited
it
to
review
the
contents
of
a
certain
secret
drawer
in
the
wardrobe
,
where
were
stored
divers
parchments
,
her
jewel-casket
,
and
a
miniature
of
her
deceased
husband
;
and
in
those
last
words
lies
the
secret
of
the
red-room
--
the
spell
which
kept
it
so
lonely
in
spite
of
its
grandeur
.
Mr.
Reed
had
been
dead
nine
years
:
it
was
in
this
chamber
he
breathed
his
last
;
here
he
lay
in
state
;
hence
his
coffin
was
borne
by
the
undertaker
's
men
;
and
,
since
that
day
,
a
sense
of
dreary
consecration
had
guarded
it
from
frequent
intrusion
.
My
seat
,
to
which
Bessie
and
the
bitter
Miss
Abbot
had
left
me
riveted
,
was
a
low
ottoman
near
the
marble
chimney-piece
;
the
bed
rose
before
me
;
to
my
right
hand
there
was
the
high
,
dark
wardrobe
,
with
subdued
,
broken
reflections
varying
the
gloss
of
its
panels
;
to
my
left
were
the
muffled
windows
;
a
great
looking-glass
between
them
repeated
the
vacant
majesty
of
the
bed
and
room
.
I
was
not
quite
sure
whether
they
had
locked
the
door
;
and
when
I
dared
move
,
I
got
up
and
went
to
see
.
Alas
!
yes
:
no
jail
was
ever
more
secure
.
Returning
,
I
had
to
cross
before
the
looking-glass
;
my
fascinated
glance
involuntarily
explored
the
depth
it
revealed
.
All
looked
colder
and
darker
in
that
visionary
hollow
than
in
reality
:
and
the
strange
little
figure
there
gazing
at
me
,
with
a
white
face
and
arms
specking
the
gloom
,
and
glittering
eyes
of
fear
moving
where
all
else
was
still
,
had
the
effect
of
a
real
spirit
:
I
thought
it
like
one
of
the
tiny
phantoms
,
half
fairy
,
half
imp
,
Bessie
's
evening
stories
represented
as
coming
out
of
lone
,
ferny
dells
in
moors
,
and
appearing
before
the
eyes
of
belated
travellers
.
I
returned
to
my
stool
.
