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to me。
“It is；” said St。 John。
“Do you think you shall like Morton？” she asked of me； with a direct and naive simplicity of tone and manner； pleasing； if child…like。
“I hope I shall。 I have many inducements to do so。”
“Did you find your scholars as attentive as you expected？”
“Quite。”
“Do you like your house？”
“Very much。”
“Have I furnished it nicely？”
“Very nicely； indeed。”
“And made a good choice of an attendant for you in Alice Wood？”
“You have indeed。 She is teachable and handy。” （This then； I thought； is Miss Oliver； the heiress； favoured； it seems； in the gifts of fortune； as well as in those of nature！ What happy bination of the plas presided over her birth； I wonder？）
“I shall e up and help you to teach sometimes；” she added。 “It will be a change for me to visit you now and then； and I like a change。 Mr。 Rivers； I have been SO gay during my stay at S…。 night； or rather this morning； I was dancing till two o’clock。 The—th regiment are stationed there since the riots； and the officers are the most agreeable men in the world： they put all our young knife…grinders and scissor merchants to shame。”
It seemed to me that Mr。 St。 John’s under lip protruded； and his upper lip curled a moment。 His mouth certainly looked a good deal pressed； and the lower part of his face unusually stern and square； as the laughing girl gave him this information。 He lifted his gaze； too； from the daisies； and turned it on her。 An unsmiling； a searching； a meaning gaze it was。 She answered it with a second laugh； and laughter well became her youth； her roses； her dimples； her bright eyes。
As he stood； mute and grave； she again fell to caressing Carlo。 “Poor Carlo loves me；” said she。 “He is not stern and distant to his friends； and if he could speak； he would not be silent。”
As she patted the dog’s head； bending with native grace before his young and austere master； I saw a glow rise to that master’s face。 I saw his solemn eye melt with sudden fire； and flicker with resistless emotion。 Flushed and kindled thus； he looked nearly as beautiful for a man as she for a woman。 His chest heaved once； as if his large heart； weary of despotic constriction； had expanded； despite the will； and made a vigorous bound for the attainment of liberty。 But he curbed it； I think； as a resolute rider would curb a rearing steed。 He responded neither by word nor movement to the gentle advances made him。
“Papa says you never e to see us now；” continued Miss Oliver； looking up。 “You are quite a stranger at Vale Hall。 He is alone this evening； and not very well： will you return with me and visit him？”
“It is not a seasonable hour to intrude on Mr。 Oliver；” answered St。 John。
“Not a seasonable hour！ But I declare it is。 It is just the hour when papa most wants pany： when the works are closed and he has no business to occupy him。 Now； Mr。 Rivers； do e。 Why are you so very shy； and so very sombre？” She filled up the hiatus his silence left by a reply of her own。
“I forgot！” she exclaimed； shaking her beautiful curled head； as if shocked at herself。 “I am so giddy and thoughtless！ Do excuse me。 It had slipped my memory that you have good reasons to be indisposed for joining in my chatter。 Diana and Mary have left you； and Moor House is shut up； and you are so lonely。 I am sure I pity you。 Do e and see papa。”
“Not to…night； Miss Rosamond； not to…night。”
Mr。 St。 John spoke almost like an automaton： himself only knew the effort it cost him thus to refuse。
“Well； if you are so obstinate； I will leave you； for I dare not stay any longer： the dew begins to fall。 Good evening！”
She held out her hand。 He just touched it。 “Good evening！” he repeated； in a voice low and hollow as an echo。 She turned； but in a moment returned。
“Are you well？” she asked。 Well might she put the question： his face was blanched as her gown。
“Quite well；” he enunciated； and； with a bow； he left the gate。 She went one way； he another。 She turned twice to gaze after him as she tripped fairy…like down the field； he； as he strode firmly across； never turned at all。
This spectacle of another’s suffering and sacrifice rapt my thoughts from exclusive meditation on my own。 Diana Rivers had designated her brother “inexorable as death。” She had not exaggerated。
Chapter 32
I continued the labours of the village…school as actively and faithfully as I could。 It was truly hard work at first。 Some time elapsed before； with all my efforts； I could prehend my scholars and their nature。 Wholly untaught； with faculties quite torpid； they seemed to me hopelessly dull； and； at first sight； all dull alike： but I soon found I was mistaken。 There was a difference amongst them as amongst the educated； and when I got to know them； and they me； this difference rapidly developed itself。 Their amazement at me； my language； my rules； and ways； once subsided； I found some of these heavy…looking； gaping rustics wake up into sharp…witted girls enough。 Many showed themselves obliging； and amiable too； and I discovered amongst them not a few examples of natural politeness； and innate self…respect； as well as of excellent capacity； that won both my goodwill and my admiration。 These soon took a pleasure in doing their work well； in keeping their persons neat； in learning their tasks regularly； in acquiring quiet and orderly manners。 The rapidity of their progress； in some instances； was even surprising； and an honest and happy pride I took in it： besides； I began personally to like some of the best girls； and they liked me。 I had amongst my scholars several farmers’ daughters： young women grown； almost。 These could already read； write； and sew； and to them I taught the elements of grammar； geography； history； and the finer kinds of needlework。 I found estimable characters amongst them—characters desirous of information and disposed for improvement—with whom I passed many a pleasant evening hour in their own homes。 Their parents then （the farmer and his wife） loaded me with attentions。 There was an enjoyment in accepting their simple kindness； and in repaying it by a consideration—a scrupulous regard to their feelings—to which they were not； perhaps； at all times accustomed； and which both charmed and benefited them； because； while it elevated them in their own eyes； it made them emulous to merit the deferential treatment they received。
I felt I became a favourite in the neighbourhood。 Whenever I went out； I heard on all sides cordial salutations； and was weled with friendly smiles。 To live amidst general regard； though it be but the regard of working people； is like “sitting in sunshine； calm and sweet；” serene inward feelings bud and bloom under the ray。 At this period of my life； my heart far oftener swelled with thankfulness than sank with dejection： and yet； reader； to tell you all； in the midst of this calm； this useful existence—after a day passed in honourable exertion amongst my scholars； an evening spent in drawing or reading contentedly alone—I used to rush into strange dreams at night： dreams many…coloured； agitated； full of the ideal； the stirring； the stormy—dreams where； amidst unusual scenes； charged with adventure； with agitating risk and romantic chance； I still again and again met Mr。 Rochester； always at some exciting crisis； and then the sense of being in his arms； hearing his voice； meeting his eye； touching his hand and cheek； loving him； being loved by him—the hope of passing a lifetime at his side； would be renewed； with all its first force and fire。 Then I awoke。 Then I recalled where I was； and how situated。 Then I rose up on my curtainless bed； trembling and quivering； and then the still； dark night witnessed the convulsion of despair； and heard the burst of passion。 By nine o’clock the next morning I was punctually opening the school； tranquil； settled； prepared for the steady duties of the day。
Rosamond Oliver kept her word in ing to visit me。 Her call at the school was generally made in the course of her morning ride。 She would canter up to the door on her pony； followed by a mounted livery servant。 Anything more exquisite than her appearance； in her purple habit； with her Amazon’s cap of black velvet placed gracefully above the long curls that kissed her cheek and floated to her shoulders； can scarcely be imagined： and it was thus she would enter the rustic building； and glide through the dazzled ranks of the village children。 She generally came at the hour when Mr。 Rivers was engaged in giving his daily catechising lesson。 Keenly； I fear； did the eye of the visitress pierce the young pastor’s heart。 A sort of instinct seemed to warn him of her entrance； even when he did not see it； and the door； if she appeared at it； his cheek would glow； and his marble… seeming features； though they refused to relax； changed indescribably； and in their very quiescence became expressive of a repressed fervour； stronger than working muscle or darting glance could indicate。
Of course； she knew her power： indeed； he did not； because he could not； conceal it from her。 In spite of his Christian stoicism； when she went up and addressed him； and smiled gaily； encouragingly； even fondly in his face； his hand would tremble and his eye burn。 He seemed to say； with his sad and resolute look； if he did not say it with his lips； “I love you； and I know you prefer me。 It is not despair of success that keeps me dumb。 If I offered my heart； I believe you would accept it。 But that heart is already laid on a sacred altar： the fire is arranged round it。 It will soon be no more than a sacrifice consumed。”
And then she would pout like a disappointed child； a pensive cloud would soften her radiant vivacity； she would withdraw her hand hastily from his； and turn in transient petulance from his aspect； at once so heroic and so martyr…like。 St。 John； no doubt； would have given the world to follow； recall； retain her； when she thus left him； but he would not give one chance of heaven； nor relinquish； for the elysium of her love； one hope of the true； eternal Paradise。 Besides； he could not bind all that he had in his nature—the rover； the aspirant； the poet； the priest—in the limits of a single passion。 He could not—he would not—renounce his wild field of mission warfare for the parlours and the peace of Vale Hall。 I learnt so much from himself in an inroad I once； despite his reserve； had the daring to make on his confidence。
Miss Oliver already honoured me y cottage。 I had learnt her whole character； which was without mystery or disguise： she was coquettish but not heartless； exacting； but not worthlessly selfish。 She had been indulged from her birth； but was not absolutely spoilt。 She was hasty； but good…humoured； vain （she could not help it； when every glance in the glass showed her such a flush of loveliness）； but not affected； liberal…handed； innocent of the pride of wealth； ingenuous； sufficiently intelligent； gay； lively； and unthinking： she was very charming； in short； even to a cool observer of her own sex like me； but she was not profoundly interesting or thoroughly impressive。 A very different sort of mind was hers from that； for instance； of the sisters of St。 John。 Still； I liked her almost as I liked my pupil Adèle； except that； for a child whom we have watched over and taught； a closer affection is engendered than we can give an equally attractive adult acquaintance。
She had taken an amiable caprice to me。 She said I was like Mr。 Rivers； only； certainly； she allowed； “not one…tenth so handsome； though I was a nice neat little soul enough； but he was an angel。” I was； however； good； clever； posed； and firm； like him。 I was a lusus naturae； she affirmed； as a village schoolmistress： she was sure my previous history； if known； would make a delightful romance。
One evening； while； with her usual child…like activity； and thoughtless yet not offensive inquisitiveness； she was rummaging the cupboard and the table…drawer of my little kitchen； she discovered first two French books； a volume of Schiller； a German grammar and dictionary； and then my drawing…materials and some sketches； including a pencil…head of a pretty little cherub…like girl； one of my scholars； and sundry views from nature； taken in the Vale of Morton and on the surrounding moors。 She was first transfixed with surprise； and then electrified with delight。
“Had I done these pictures？ Did I know French and German？ What a love—what a miracle I was！ I drew better than her master in the first school in S…。 Would I sketch a portrait of her； to show to papa？”
“With pleasure；” I replied； and I felt a thrill of artist—delight at the idea of copying from so perfect and radiant a model。 She had then on a dark…blue silk dress； her arms and her neck were bare； her only ornament was her chestnut tresses； which waved over her shoulders with all the wild grace of natural curls。 I took a sheet of fine card…board； and drew a careful outline。 I promised myself the pleasure of colouring it； and； as it was getting late then； I told her she must e and sit another day。
She made such a report of me to her father； that Mr。 Oliver himself acpanied her next evening—a tall； massive…featured； middle…aged； and grey…headed man； at whose side his lovely daughter looked like a bright flower near a hoary turret。 He