thing which would make them grow as broad and black as ever。
“Where is the use of doing me good in any way； beneficent spirit； when； at some fatal moment； you will again desert me—passing like a shadow； whither and how to me unknown； and for me remaining afterwards undiscoverable？
“Have you a pocket…b about you； sir？”
“What for； Jane？”
“Just to b out this shaggy black mane。 I find you rather alarming； when I examine you close at hand： you talk of my being a fairy； but I am sure； you are more like a brownie。”
“Am I hideous； Jane？”
“Very； sir： you always were； you know。”
“Humph！ The wickedness has not been taken out of you； wherever you have sojourned。”
“Yet I have been with good people； far better than you： a hundred times better people； possessed of ideas and views you never entertained in your life： quite more refined and exalted。”
“Who the deuce have you been with？”
“If you twist in that way you will make me pull the hair out of your head； and then I think you will cease to entertain doubts of my substantiality。”
“Who have you been with； Jane？”
“You shall not get it out of me to…night； sir； you must wait till to…morrow； to leave my tale half told； will； you know； be a sort of security that I shall appear at your breakfast table to finish it。 By the bye； I must mind not to rise on your hearth with only a glass of water then： I must bring an egg at the least； to say nothing of fried ham。”
“You mocking changeling—fairy…born and human…bred！ You make me feel as I have not felt these twelve months。 If Saul could have had you for his David； the evil spirit would have been exorcised without the aid of the harp。”
“There； sir； you are redd up and made decent。 Now I’ll leave you： I have been travelling these last three days； and I believe I am tired。 Good night。”
“Just one word； Jane： were there only ladies in the house where you have been？”
I laughed and made my escape； still laughing as I ran upstairs。 “A good idea！” I thought with glee。 “I see I have the means of fretting him out of his melancholy for some time to e。”
Very early the next morning I heard him up and astir； wandering from one room to another。 As soon as Mary came doiss Eyre here？” Then： “Which room did you put her into？ Was it dry？ Is she up？ Go and ask if she wants anything； and when she will e down。”
I came down as soon as I thought there was a prospect of breakfast。 Entering the room very softly； I had a view of him before he discovered my presence。 It was mournful； indeed； to witness the subjugation of that vigorous spirit to a corporeal infirmity。 He sat in his chair—still； but not at rest： expectant evidently； the lines of now habitual sadness marking his strong features。 His countenance reminded one of a lamp quenched； waiting to be re…lit— and alas！ it was not himself that could now kindle the lustre of animated expression： he was dependent on another for that office！ I had meant to be gay and careless； but the powerlessness of the strong man touched my heart to the quick： still I accosted him with what vivacity I could。
“It is a bright； sunny morning； sir；” I said。 “The rain is over and gone； and there is a tender shining after it： you shall have a walk soon。”
I had wakened the glow： his features beamed。
“Oh； you are indeed there； my skylark！ e to me。 You are not gone： not vanished？ I heard one of your kind an hour ago； singing high over the wood： but its song had no music for me； any more than the rising sun had rays。 All the melody on earth is concentrated in my Jane’s tongue to my ear （I am glad it is not naturally a silent one）： all the sunshine I can feel is in her presence。”
The water stood in my eyes to hear this avowal of his dependence； just as if a royal eagle； chained to a perch； should be forced to entreat a sparrow to bee its purveyor。 But I would not be lachrymose： I dashed off the salt drops； and busied myself with preparing breakfast。
Most of the morning was spent in the open air。 I led him out of the wet and wild wood into some cheerful fields： I described to him how brilliantly green they were； how the flowers and hedges looked refreshed； how sparklingly blue was the sky。 I sought a seat for him in a hidden and lovely spot； a dry stump of a tree； nor did I refuse to let him； when seated； place me on his knee。 Why should I； when both he and I were happier near than apart？ Pilot lay beside us： all was quiet。 He broke out suddenly while clasping me in his arms—
“Cruel； cruel deserter！ Oh； Jane； what did I feel when I discovered you had fled from Thornfield； and when I could nowhere find you； and； after examining your apartment； ascertained that you had taken no money； nor anything which could serve as an equivalent！ A pearl necklace I had given you lay untouched in its little casket； your trunks were left corded and locked as they had been prepared for the bridal tour。 What could my darling do； I asked； left destitute and penniless？ And what did she do？ Let me hear now。”
Thus urged； I began the narrative of my experience for the last year。 I softened considerably what related to the three days of wandering and starvation； because to have told him all would have been to inflict unnecessary pain： the little I did say lacerated his faithful heart deeper than I wished。
I should not have left him thus； he said； without any means of making my way： I should have told him my intention。 I should have confided in him： he would never have forced me to be his mistress。 Violent as he had seemed in his despair； he； in truth； loved me far too well and too tenderly to constitute himself my tyrant： he would have given me half his fortune； without demanding so much as a kiss in return； rather than I should have flung myself friendless on the wide world。 I had endured； he was certain； more than I had confessed to him。
“Well； whatever my sufferings had been； they were very short；” I answered： and then I proceeded to tell him how I had been received at Moor House； how I had obtained the office of schoolmistress； &c。 The accession of fortune； the discovery of my relations； followed in due order。 Of course； St。 John Rivers’ name came in frequently in the progress of my tale。 When I had done； that name was immediately taken up。
“This St。 John； then； is your cousin？”
“Yes。”
“You have spoken of him often： do you like him？”
“He was a very good man； sir； I could not help liking him。”
“A good man。 Does that mean a respectable well…conducted man of fifty？ Or what does it mean？”
“St John was only twenty…nine； sir。”
“‘Jeune encore；’ as the French say。 Is he a person of low stature； phlegmatic； and plain。 A person whose goodness consists rather in his guiltlessness of vice； than in his prowess in virtue。”
“He is untiringly active。 Great and exalted deeds are what he lives to perform。”
“But his brain？ That is probably rather soft？ He means well： but you shrug your shoulders to hear him talk？”
“He talks little； sir： what he does say is ever to the point。 His brain is first…rate； I should think not impressible； but vigorous。”
“Is he an able man； then？”
“Truly able。”
“A thoroughly educated man？”
“St。 John is an acplished and profound scholar。”
“His manners； I t