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d； contrasted well with the sunny hue of the cleared meadows between。
On Midsummer…eve； Adèle； 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。
Sweet…briar and southernwood； jasmine； pink； and rose have long been yielding their evening sacrifice of incense： this new scent is neither of shrub nor flower； it is—I know it well—it is Mr。 Rochester’s cigar。 I look round and I listen。 I see trees laden with ripening fruit。 I hear a nightingale warbling in a wood half a mile off； no moving form is visible； no ing step audible； but that perfume increases： I must flee。 I make for the wicket leading to the shrubbery； and I see Mr。 Rochester entering。 I step aside into the ivy recess； he will not stay long： he will soon return whence he came； and if I sit still he will never see me。
But no—eventide is as pleasant to him as to me； and this antique garden as attractive； and he strolls on； now lifting the gooseberry… tree branches to look at the fruit； large as plums； with which they are laden； now taking a ripe cherry from the wall； now stooping towards a knot of flowers； either to inhale their fragrance or to admire the dew…beads on their petals。 A great moth goes humming by me； it alights on a plant at Mr。 Rochester’s foot： he sees it； and bends to examine it。
“Now； he has his back towards me；” thought I； “and he is occupied too； perhaps； if I walk softly； I can slip away unnoticed。”
I trode on an edging of turf that the crackle of the pebbly gravel might not betray me： he was standing among the beds at a yard or two distant from where I had to pass； the moth apparently engaged him。 “I shall get by very well；” I meditated。 As I crossed his shadow； thrown long over the garden by the moon； not yet risen high； he said quietly； without turning—
“Jane； e and look at this fellow。”
I had made no noise： he had not eyes behind—could his shadow feel？ I started at first； and then I approached him。
“Look at his wings；” said he； “he reminds me rather of a West Indian insect； one does not often see so large and gay a night…rover in England； there！ he is flown。”
The moth roamed away。 I was sheepishly retreating also； but Mr。 Rochester followed me； and when we reached the wicket； he said—
“Turn back： on so lovely a night it is a shame to sit in the house； and surely no one can wish to go to bed while sunset is thus at meeting with moonrise。”
It is one of my faults； that though my tongue is sometimes prompt enough at an answer； there are times when it sadly fails me in framing an excuse； and always the lapse occurs at some crisis； when a facile word or plausible pretext is specially wanted to get me out of painful embarrassment。 I did not like to walk at this hour alone with Mr。 Rochester in the shadowy orchard； but I could not find a reason to allege for leaving him。 I followed with lagging step； and thoughts busily bent on discovering a means of extrication； but he himself looked so posed and so grave also； I became ashamed of feeling any confusion： the evil—if evil existent or prospective there was—seemed to lie with me only； his mind was unconscious and quiet。
“Jane；” he remenced； as we entered the laurel walk； and slowly strayed down in the direction of the sunk fence and the horse… chestnut； “Thornfield is a pleasant place in summer； is it not？”
“Yes； sir。”
“You must have bee in some degree attached to the house；—you； who have an eye for natural beauties； and a good deal of the organ of Adhesiveness？”
“I am attached to it； indeed。”
“And though I don’t prehend how it is； I perceive you have acquired a degree of regard for that foolish little child Adèle； too； and even for simple dame Fairfax？”
“Yes； sir； in different ways； I have an affection for both。”
“And would be sorry to part with them？”
“Yes。”
“Pity！” he said； and sighed and paused。 “It is always the way of events in this life；” he continued presently： “no sooner have you got settled in a pleasant resting…place； than a voice calls out to you to rise and move on； for the hour of repose is expired。”
“Must I move on； sir？” I asked。 “Must I leave Thornfield？”
“I believe you must； Jane。 I am sorry； Ja； but I believe indeed you must。”
This was a blow： but I did not let it prostrate me。
“Well； sir； I shall be ready when the order to march es。”
“It is e now—I must give it to…night。”
“Then you are going to be married； sir？”
“Ex…act…ly—pre…cise…ly： with your usual acuteness； you have hit the nail straight on the head。”
“Soon； sir？”
“Very soon； my—that is； Miss Eyre： and you’ll remember； Jane； the first time I； or Rumour； plainly intimated to you that it was my intention to put my old bachelor’s neck into the sacred noose； to enter into the holy estate of matrimony—to take Miss Ingram to my bosom； in short （she’s an extensive armful： but that’s not to the point—one can’t have too much of such a very excellent thing as my beautiful Blanche）： well； as I was saying—listen to me； Jane！ You’re not turning your head to look after more moths； are you？ That was only a lady…clock； child； ‘flying away home。’ I wish to remind you that it was you who first said to me； with that discretion I respect in you—with that foresight； prudence； and humility which befit your responsible and dependent position—that in case I married Miss Ingram； both you and little Adèle had better trot forthwith。 I pass over the sort of slur conveyed in this suggestion on the character of my beloved； indeed； when you are far away； Ja； I’ll try to forget it： I shall notice only its wisdom； which is such that I have made it my law of action。 Adèle must go to school； and you； Miss Eyre； must get a new situation。”
“Yes； sir； I will advertise immediately： and meantime； I suppose—” I was going to say； “I suppose I may stay here； till I find another shelter to betake myself to：” but I stopped； feeling it would not do to risk a long sentence； for my voice and。
“In about a month I hope to be a bridegroom；” continued Mr。 Rochester； “and in the interim； I shall myself look out for employment and an asylum for you。”
“Thank you； sir； I am sorry to give—”
“Oh； no need to apologise！ I consider that when a dependent does her duty as well as you have done yours； she has a sort of claim upon her employer for any little assistance he can conveniently render her； indeed I have already； through my future mother…in…law； heard of a place that I think will suit： it is to undertake the education of the five daughters of Mrs。 Dionysius O’Gall of Bitternutt Lodge； Connaught； Ireland。 You’ll like Ireland； I think： they’re such warm…hearted people there； they say。”
“It is a long way off； sir。”
“No matter—a girl of your sense will not object to the voyage or the distance。”
“Not the voyage； but the distance： and then the sea is a barrier—”
“From what； Jane？”
“From England and from Thornfield： and—”
“Well？”
“From you； sir。”
I said this almost involuntarily； and； with as little sanction of free will； my tears gushed out。 I did not cry so as to be heard； however； I avoided sobbing。 The thought of Mrs。 O’Gall and Bitternutt Lodge struck cold to my heart； and colder the thought of all the brine and foam； destined； as it seemed； to rush between me and the master at whose side I now walked； and coldest the remembrance of the wider ocean—wealth； caste； custom intervened between me and what I naturally and inevitably loved。
“It is a long way；” I again said。
“It is； to be sure； and when you get to Bitternutt Lodge； Connaught； Ireland； I shall never see you again； Jane： that’s morally certain。 I never go over to Ireland； not having myself much of a fancy for the country。 We have been good friends； Jane； have we not？”
“Yes； sir。”
“And when friends are on the eve of separation； they like to spend the little time that remains to them close to each other。 e！ we’ll talk over the voyage and the parting quietly half…an…hour or so； while the stars enter into their shining life up in heaven yonder： here is the chestnut tree： here is the bench at its old roots。 e； we will sit there in peace to…night； though we should never more be destined to sit there together。” He seated me and himself。
“It is a long way to Ireland； Ja； and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels： but if I can’t do better； how is it to be helped？ Are you anything akin to me； do you think； Jane？”
I could risk no sort of answer by this time： my heart was still。
“Because；” he said； “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me； as now： it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs； tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame。 And if that boisterous Channel； and two hundred miles or so of land e broad between us； I am afraid that cord of munion will be snapt； and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly。 As for you；—you’d forget me。”
“That I never should； sir： you know—” Impossible to proceed。
“Jane； do you hear that nightingale singing in the wood？ Listen！”
In listening； I sobbed convulsively； for I could repress what I endured no longer； I was obliged to yield； and I was shaken from head to foot with acute distress。 When I did speak； it was only to express an impetuous wish that I had never been born； or never e to Thornfield。
“Because you are sorry to leave it？”
The vehemence of emotion； stirred by grief and love within me； was claiming mastery； and struggling for full sway； and asserting a right to predominate； to overe； to live； rise； and reign at last： yes；—and to speak。
“I grieve to leave Thornfield： I love Thornfield：… I love it； because I have lived in it a full and delightful life；—momentarily at least。 I have not been trampled on。 I have not been petrified。 I have not been buried with inferior minds； and excluded from every glimpse of munion with what is bright and energetic and high。 I have talked； face to face； with what I reverence； with what I delight in；—with an original； a vigorous； an expanded mind。 I have known you； Mr。 Rochester； and it strikes me with terror and anguish to feel I absolutely must be torn from you for ever。 I see the necessity of departure； and it is like looking on the necessity of death。”
“Where do you see the necessity？” he asked suddenly。
“Where？ You； sir； have placed it before me。”
“In what shape？”
“In the shape of Miss Ingram； a noble and beautiful woman；—your bride。”
“My bride！ What bride？ I have no bride！”
“But you will have。”
“Yes；—I will！—I will！” He set his teeth。
“Then I must go：… you have said it yourself。”
“No： you must stay！ I swear it—and the oath shall be kept。”
“I tell you I must go！” I retorted； roused to something like passion。 “Do you think I can stay to bee nothing to you？ Do you think I am an automaton？—a machine without feelings？ and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips； and my drop of living water dashed from my cup？ Do you think； because I am poor； obscure； plain； and little； I am soulless and heartless？ You think wrong！—I have as much soul as you；—and full as much heart！ And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth； I should have made it as hard for you to leave me； as it is now for me to leave you。 I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom； conventionalities； nor even of mortal flesh；—it is my spirit that addresses your spirit； just as if both had passed through the grave； and we stood at God’s feet； equal；—as we are！”
“As we are！” repeated Mr。 R