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e such as I never saw before or since。 Pain； shame； ire； impatience； disgust； detestation； seemed momentarily to hold a quivering conflict in the large pupil dilating under his ebon eyebrow。 Wild was the wrestle which should be paramount； but another feeling rose and triumphed： something hard and cynical： self…willed and resolute： it settled his passion and petrified his countenance： he went on—
“During the moment I was silent； Miss Eyre； I was arranging a point with my destiny。 She stood there； by that beech…trunk—a hag like one of those who appeared to Macbeth on the heath of Forres。 ‘You like Thornfield？’ she said； lifting her finger； and then she wrote in the air a memento； which ran in lurid hieroglyphics all along the house…front； between the upper and lower row of windows； ‘Like it if you can！ Like it if you dare！’
“‘I will like it；’ said I； ‘I dare like it；’ and” （he subjoined moodily） “I will keep my word； I will break obstacles to happiness； to goodness—yes； goodness。 I wish to be a better man than I have been； than I am； as Job’s leviathan broke the spear； the dart； and the habergeon； hindrances which others count as iron and brass； I will esteem but straw and rotten wood。”
Adèle here ran before him with her shuttlecock。 “Away！” he cried harshly； “keep at a distance； child； or go in to Sophie！” Continuing then to pursue his walk in silence； I ventured to recall him to the point whence he had abruptly diverged—
“Did you leave the balcony； sir；” I asked； “when Mdlle。 Varens entered？”
I almost expected a rebuff for this hardly well…timed question； but； on the contrary； waking out of his scowling abstraction； he turned his eyes towards me； and the shade seemed to clear off his brow。 “Oh； I had forgotten Céline！ Well； to resume。 When I saw my charmer thus e in acpanied by a cavalier； I seemed to hear a hiss； and the green snake of jealousy； rising on undulating coils from the moonlit balcony； glided within my waistcoat； and ate its way in two minutes to my heart’s core。 Strange！” he exclaimed； suddenly starting again from the point。 “Strange that I should choose you for the confidant of all this； young lady； passing strange that you should listen to me quietly； as if it were the most usual thing in the world for a man like me to tell stories of his opera…mistresses to a quaint； inexperienced girl like you！ But the last singularity explains the first； as I intimated once before： you； with your gravity； considerateness； and caution were made to be the recipient of secrets。 Besides； I know what sort of a mind I have placed in munication with my own： I know it is one not liable to take infection： it is a peculiar mind： it is a unique one。 Happily I do not mean to harm it： but； if I did； it would not take harm from me。 The more you and I converse； the better； for while I cannot blight you； you may refresh me。” After this digression he proceeded—
“I remained in the balcony。 ‘They will e to her boudoir； no doubt；’ thought I： ‘let me prepare an ambush。’ So putting my hand in through the open window； I drew the curtain over it； leaving only an opening through which I could take observations； then I closed the casement； all but a chink just wide enough to furnish an outlet to lovers’ whispered vows： then I stole back to my chair； and as I resumed it the pair came in。 My eye was quickly at the aperture。 Céline’s chamber…maid entered； lit a lamp； left it on the table； and withdrew。 The couple were thus revealed to me clearly： both removed their cloaks； and there was ‘the Varens；’ shining in satin and jewels；—my gifts of course；—and there was her panion in an officer’s uniform； and I knew him for a young roue of a vite—a brainless and vicious youth whom I had sometimes met in society； and had never thought of hating because I despised him so absolutely。 On recognising him； the fang of the snake Jealousy was instantly broken； because at the same moment my love for Céline sank under an extinguisher。 A woman who could betray me for such a rival was not worth contending for； she deserved only scorn； less； however； than I； who had been her dupe。
“They began to talk； their conversation eased me pletely： frivolous； mercenary； heartless； and senseless； it was rather calculated to weary than enrage a listener。 A card of mine lay on the table； this being perceived； brought my name under discussion。 Neither of them possessed energy or wit to belabour me soundly； but they insulted me as coarsely as they could in their little way： especially Céline； who even waxed rather brilliant on my personal defects—deformities she termed them。 Now it had been her custom to launch out into fervent admiration of what she called my ‘beauté male：’ wherein she differed diametrically from you； who told me point…blank； at the second interview； that you did not think me handsome。 The contrast struck me at the time and—”
Adèle here came running up again。
“Monsieur； John has just been to say that your agent has called and wishes to see you。”
“Ah！ in that case I must abridge。 Opening the window； I walked in upon them； liberated Céline from my protection； gave her notice to vacate her hotel； offered her a purse for immediate exigencies； disregarded screams； hysterics； prayers； protestations； convulsions； made an appointment with the vite for a meeting at the Bois de Boulogne。 Next morning I had the pleasure of encountering him； left a bullet in one of his poor etiolated arms； feeble as the wing of a chicken in the pip； and then thought I had done with the whole crew。 But unluckily the Varens； six months before； had given me this filette Adèle； who； she affirmed； was my daughter； and perhaps she may be； though I see no proofs of such grim paternity written in her countenance： Pilot is more like me than she。 Some years after I had broken with the mother； she abandoned her child； and ran away to Italy with a musician or singer。 I acknowledged no natural claim on Adèle’s part to be supported by me； nor do I now acknowledge any； for I am not her father； but hearing that she was quite destitute； I e’en took the poor thing out of the slime and mud of Paris； and transplanted it here； to grow up clean in the wholesome soil of an English country garden。 Mrs。 Fairfax found you to train it； but now you know that it is the illegitimate offspring of a French opera… girl； you will perhaps think differently of your post and protégée： you will be ing to me some day with notice that you have found another place—that you beg me to look out for a new governess； &c。—Eh？”
“No： Adèle is not answerable for either her mother’s faults or yours： I have a regard for her； and now that I know she is； in a sense； parentless—forsaken by her mother and disowned by you； sir— I shall cling closer to her than before。 How could I possibly prefer the spoilt pet of a wealthy family； who would hate her governess as a nuisance； to a lonely little orphan； who leans towards her as a friend？”
“Oh； that is the light in which you view it！ Well； I must go in now； and you too： it darkens。”
But I stayed out a few minutes longer with Adèle and Pilot—ran a race with her； and played a game of battledore and shuttlecock。 When we went in； and I had removed her bon and coat； I took her on my knee； kept her there an hour； allowing her to prattle as she liked： not rebuking even some little freedoms and trivialities into which she was apt to stray when much noticed； and which betrayed in her a superficiality of character； inherited probably from her mother； hardly congenial to an English mind。 Still she had her merits； and I was disposed to appreciate all that was good in her to the utmost。 I sought in her countenance and features a likeness to Mr。 Rochester； but found none： no trait； no turn of expression announced relationship。 It was a pity： if she could but have been proved to resemble him； he would have thought more of her。
It was not till after I had withdrawn to my own chamber for the night； that I steadily reviewed the tale Mr。 Rochester had told me。 As he had said； there was probably nothing at all extraordinary in the substance of the narrative itself： a wealthy Englishman’s passion for a French dancer； and her treachery to him； were every… day matters enough； no doubt； in society； but there was something decidedly strange in the paroxysm of emotion which had suddenly seized him when he was in the act of expressing the present contentment of his mood； and his newly revived pleasure in the old hall and its environs。 I meditated wonderingly on this incident； but gradually quitting it； as I found it for the present inexplicable； I turned to the consideration of my master’s manner to myself。 The confidence he had thought fit to repose in me seemed a tribute to my discretion： I regarded and accepted it as such。 His deportment had now for some weeks been more uniform towards me than at the first。 I never seemed in his way； he did not take fits of chilling hauteur： when he met me unexpectedly； the encounter seemed wele； he had always a word and sometimes a smile for me： when summoned by formal invitation to his presence； I was honoured by a cordiality of reception that made me feel I really possessed the power to amuse him； and that these evening conferences were sought as much for his pleasure as for my benefit。
I； indeed； talked paratively little； but I heard him talk with relish。 It was his nature to be municative； he liked to open to a mind unacquainted with the world glimpses of its scenes and ways （I do not mean its corrupt scenes and wicked ways； but such as derived their interest from the great scale on which they were acted； the strange novelty by which they were characterised）； and I had a keen delight in receiving the new ideas he offered； in imagining the new pictures he portrayed； and following him in thought through the new regions he disclosed； never startled or troubled by one noxious allusion。
The ease of his manner freed me from painful restraint： the friendly frankness； as correct as cordial； with which he treated me； drew me to him。 I felt at times as if he were my relation rather than my master： yet he was imperious sometimes still； but I did not mind that； I saw it was his way。 So happy； so gratified did I bee with this new interest added to life； that I ceased to pine after kindred： my thin crescent…destiny seemed to enlarge； the blanks of existence were filled up； my bodily health improved； I gathered flesh and strength。
And was Mr。 Rochester now ugly in my eyes？ No； reader： gratitude； and many associations； all pleasurable and genial； made his face the object I best liked to see； his presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire。 Yet I had not forgotten his faults； indeed； I could not； for he brought them frequently before me。 He was proud； sardonic； harsh to inferiority of every description： in my secret soul I knew that his great kindness to me was balanced by unjust severity to many others。 He was moody； too； unaccountably so； I more than once； when sent for to read to him； found him sitting in his library alone； with his head bent on his folded arms； and； when he looked up； a morose； almost a malignant； scowl blackened his features。 But I believed that his moodiness； his harshness； and his former faults of morality （I say former； for now he seemed corrected of them） had their source in some cruel cross of fate。 I believed he was naturally a man of better tendencies； higher principles； and purer tastes than such as circumstances had developed； education instilled； or destiny encouraged。 I thought there were excellent materials in him； though for the present they hung together somewhat spoiled and tangled。 I cannot deny that I grieved for his grief； whatever that was； and would have given much to assuage it。
Though I had now extinguished my candle and was laid down in bed； I could not sleep for thinking of his look when he paused in the avenue； and told how his destiny had risen up before him； and dared him to be happy at Thornfield。
“Why not？” I asked myself。 “What alienates him from the house？ Will he leave it again soon？ Mrs。 Fairfax said he seldom stayed here longer than a fortnight at a time； and he has now been resident eight weeks。 If he does go； the change will be doleful。 Suppose he should be absent spring； summer； and autumn： how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem！”
I hardly know whether I had slept or not after this musing； at any rate； I started wide awake on hearing a vague murmur； peculiar and lugubrious； which sounded； I thought； just above me。 I wished I had kept my candle burning： the night was drearily dark； my spirits were depressed。 I rose and sat up in bed； listening。 The sound was hushed。
I tried again to sleep； but my heart beat anxiously： my inward tranquillity was broken。 The clock； far down in the hall； struck two。 Just then it seemed my chamber…door was touched； as if fingers had swept the panels in groping a way along the dark gallery outside。 I said； “Who is there？” Nothing answered。 I was chilled with fear。
All at once I remembered that it might be Pilot； who； when the kitchen…door chanced to be left open； not unfrequently found his way up to the threshold of Mr。 Rochester’s chamber： I had seen him lying there myself in the mornings。 The idea calmed me somewhat： I