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256 to my sister, Bertha Antoinetta Mason, daughter of Jonas Mason, merchant, and of Antoinetta his wife, a Creole, at-church, Spanish Town, Jamaica. The record of the marriage will be found in the register of that church-a copy of it is now in my possession. Signed, Richard Mason.”’ ‘That-if a genuine document-may prove I have been married, but it does not prove that the woman mentioned therein as my wife is still living.’ ‘She was living three months ago,’ returned the lawyer. ‘How do you know?’ ‘I have a witness to the fact, whose testimony even you, sir, will scarcely controvert.’ ‘Produce him-or go to hell.’ ‘I will produce him first-he is on the spot. Mr. Mason, have the goodness to step forward.’ Mr. Rochester, on hearing the name, set his teeth; he experienced, too, a sort of strong convulsive quiver; near to him as I was, I felt the spasmodic movement of fury or despair run through his frame. The second stranger, who had hitherto lingered in the background, now drew near; a pale face looked over the solicitor’s shoulder-yes, it was Mason himself. Mr. Rochester turned and glared at him. His eye, as I have often said, was a black eye: it had now a tawny, nay, a bloody light in its gloom; and his face flushed-olive cheek and hueless forehead received a glow as from spreading, ascending heart-fire: and he stirred, lifted his strong arm he could have struck Mason, dashed him on the church-floor, shocked by ruthless blow the breath from his body-but Mason shrank away and cried faintly, ‘Good God!’ Contempt fell cool on Mr. Rochester-his passion died as if a blight had shrivelled it up: he only asked-‘What have you to say?’ An inaudible reply escaped Mason’s white lips. ‘The devil is in it if you cannot answer distinctly. I again demand, what have you to say?’ ‘Sir-sir,’ interrupted the clergyman, ‘do not forget you are in a sacred place.’ Then addressing Mason, he inquired gently, ‘Are you aware, sir, whether or not this gentleman’s wife is still living?’ ‘Courage,’ urged the lawyer,- ‘speak out.’ ‘She is now living at Thornfield Hall,’ said Mason, in more articulate tones: ‘I saw her there last April. I am her brother.’ ‘At Thornfield Hall!’ ejaculated the clergyman. ‘Impossible! I am an old resident in this neighbourhood, sir, and I never heard of a Mrs. Rochester at Thornfield Hall.’ I saw a grim smile contort Mr. Rochester’s lips, and he muttered‘No, by God! I took care that none should hear of it-or of her under that name.’ He mused-for ten minutes he held counsel with himself: he formed his resolve, and announced it-‘Enough! all shall bolt out at once, like the bullet from the barrel. Wood, close your book and take off your surplice; John Green (to the clerk), leave the church: there will be no wedding to-day.’ The man obeyed. |
