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252 mystery?’ I reflected, and in truth it appeared to me the only possible one: satisfied I was not, but to please him I endeavoured to appear so-relieved, I certainly did feel; so I answered him with a contented smile. And now, as it was long past one, I prepared to leave him. ‘Does not Sophie sleep with Adele in the nursery?’ he asked, as I lit my candle. ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘And there is room enough in Adele’s little bed for you. You must share it with her to-night, Jane: it is no wonder that the incident you have related should make you nervous, and I would rather you did not sleep alone: promise me to go to the nursery.’ ‘I shall be very glad to do so, sir.’ ‘And fasten the door securely on the inside. Wake Sophie when you go upstairs, under pretence of requesting her to rouse you in good time to-morrow; for you must be dressed and have finished breakfast before eight. And now, no more sombre thoughts: chase dull care away, Janet. Don’t you hear to what soft whispers the wind has fallen? and there is no more beating of rain against the windowpanes: look here’ (he lifted up the curtain)- ‘it is a lovely night!’ It was. Half heaven was pure and stainless: the clouds, now trooping before the wind, which had shifted to the west, were filing off eastward in long, silvered columns. The moon shone peacefully. ‘Well,’ said Mr. Rochester, gazing inquiringly into my eyes, ‘how is my Janet now?’ ‘The night is serene, sir; and so am I.’ ‘And you will not dream of separation and sorrow to-night; but of happy love and blissful union.’ This prediction was but half fulfilled: I did not indeed dream of sorrow, but as little did I dream of joy; for I never slept at all. With little Adele in my arms, I watched the slumber of childhood-so tranquil, so passionless, so innocent-and waited for the coming day: all my life was awake and astir in my frame: and as soon as the sun rose I rose too. I remember Adele clung to me as I left her: I remember I kissed her as I loosened her little hands from my neck; and I cried over her with strange emotion, and quitted her because I feared my sobs would break her still sound repose. She seemed the emblem of my past life; and he I was now to array myself to meet, the dread, but adored, type of my unknown future day. |
