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there? Not long; of that I was sure. I had heard from Mrs. Fairfax
in the interim of my absence: the party at the hall was dispersed;
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Mr. Rochester had left for London three weeks ago, but he was
then expected to return in a fortnight. Mrs. Fairfax surmised that
he was gone to make arrangements for his wedding, as he had
talked of purchasing a new carriage: she said the idea of his
marrying Miss Ingram still seemed strange to her; but from what
everybody said, and from what she had herself seen, she could no
longer doubt that the event would shortly take place. “You would
be strangely incredulous if you did doubt it,” was my mental
comment. “I don’t doubt it.”
The question followed, “Where was I to go?” I dreamt of Miss
Ingram all the night: in a vivid morning dream I saw her closing
the gates of Thornfield against me and pointing me out another
road; and Mr. Rochester looked on with his arms folded—smiling
sardonically, as it seemed, at both her and me.
I had not notified to Mrs. Fairfax the exact day of my return; for
I did not wish either car or carriage to meet me at Millcote. I
proposed to walk the distance quietly by myself; and very quietly,
after leaving my box in the ostler’s care, did I slip away from the
George Inn, about six o’clock of a June evening, and take the old
road to Thornfield: a road which lay chiefly through fields, and
was now little frequented.
It was not a bright or splendid summer evening, though fair
and soft: the haymakers were at work all along the road; and the
sky, though far from cloudless, was such as promised well for the
future: its blue—where blue was visible—was mild and settled,
and its cloud strata high and thin. The west, too, was warm: no
watery gleam chilled it—it seemed as if there was a fire lit, an altar
burning behind its screen of marbled vapour, and out of apertures
shone a golden redness.
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I felt glad as the road shortened before me: so glad that I
stopped once to ask myself what that joy meant: and to remind
reason that it was not to my home I was going, or to a permanent
resting-place, or to a place where fond friends looked out for me
and waited my arrival. “Mrs. Fairfax will smile you a calm
welcome, to be sure,” said I; “and little Adèle will clap her hands
and jump to see you: but you know very well you are thinking of
another than they, and that he is not thinking of you.”
But what is so headstrong as youth? What so blind as
inexperience? These affirmed that it was pleasure enough to have
the privilege of again looking on Mr. Rochester, whether he looked
on me or not; and they added—“Hasten! hasten! be with him
while you may: but a few more days or weeks, at most, and you are
parted from him for ever!” And then I strangled a new-born
agony—a deformed thing which I could not persuade myself to
own and rear—and ran on.
They are making hay, too, in Thornfield meadows: or rather,
the labourers are just quitting their work, and returning home
with their rakes on their shoulders, now, at the hour I arrive. I
have but a field or two to traverse, and then I shall cross the road
and reach the gates. How full the hedges are of roses! But I have
no time to gather any; I want to be at the house. I passed a tall
briar, shooting leafy and flowery branches across the path; I see
the narrow stile with stone steps; and I see—Mr. Rochester sitting
there, a book and a pencil in his hand; he is writing.
Well, he is not a ghost; yet every nerve I have is unstrung: for a
moment I am beyond my own mastery. What does it mean? I did
not think I should tremble in this way when I saw him, or lose my
voice or the power of motion in his presence. I will go back as soon
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