「Take care of him,」 said Mr. Rochester to the latter, 「and keep him at your house till he is quite well: I shall ride over in a day or two to see how he gets on. Richard, how is it with you?」

Mr. Mason obeyed, because it was evidently useless to resist. He was dressed now: he still looked pale, but he was no longer gory and sullied. Mr. Rochester let him sit three minutes after he had swallowed the liquid; he then took his arm—

Not, however, to go to bed: on the contrary, I began and dressed myself carefully. The sounds I had heard after the scream, and the words that had been uttered, had probably been heard only by me; for they had proceeded from the room above mine: but they assured me that it was not a servant』s dream which had thus struck horror through the house; and that the explanation Mr. Rochester had given was merely an invention framed to pacify his guests. I dressed, then, to be ready for emergencies. When dressed, I sat a long time by the window looking out over the silent grounds and silvered fields and waiting for I knew not what. It seemed to me that some event must follow the strange cry, struggle, and call.

「I do, very much.」

「Now,」 said he, 「go to the other side of the bed while I order his toilet; but don』t leave the room: you may be wanted again.」

「Not a whit!—courage! This day fortnight you』ll hardly be a pin the worse of it: you』ve lost a little blood; that』s all Carter, assure him there』s no danger.」

「But is he fit to move, sir?」

My slippers were thin: I could walk the matted floor as softly as a cat. He glided up the gallery and up the stairs, and stopped in the dark, low corridor of the fateful third storey: I had followed and stood at his side.

「I do feel better,」 remarked Mr. Mason.

「Here! here!」 was shouted in return. 「Be composed, all of you: I』m coming.」

「All』s right!—all』s right!」 he cried. 「It』s a mere rehearsal of Much Ado about Nothing. Ladies, keep off, or I shall wax dangerous.」

「Sit,」 he said; 「the bench is long enough for two. You don』t hesitate to take a place at my side, do you? Is that wrong, Jane?」

It was by this time half-past five, and the sun was on the point of rising; but I found the kitchen still dark and silent. The side- passage door was fastened; I opened it with as little noise as possible: all the yard was quiet; but the gates stood wide open, and there was a post-chaise, with horses ready harnessed, and driver seated on the box, stationed outside. I approached him, and said the gentlemen were coming; he nodded: then I looked carefully round and listened. The stillness of early morning slumbered everywhere; the curtains were yet drawn over the servants』 chamber windows; little birds were just twittering in the blossom-blanched orchard trees, whose boughs drooped like white garlands over the wall enclosing one side of the yard; the carriage horses stamped from time to time in their closed stables: all else was still.

「Well what is it?」

I answered him by assuming it: to refuse would, I felt, have been unwise.

「Shake hands in confirmation of the word. What cold fingers! They were warmer last night when I touched them at the door of the mysterious chamber. Jane, when will you watch with me again?」

Mr. Rochester entered, and with him the surgeon he had been to fetch.

「Yes.」

「I am sure you do. Now, Jane, trip on before us away to the backstairs; unbolt the side-passage door, and tell the driver of the post-chaise you will see in the yard—or just outside, for I told him not to drive his rattling wheels over the pavement—to be ready; we are coming: and, Jane, if any one is about, come to the foot of the stairs and hem.」

「And dressed?」

「You have passed a strange night, Jane.」

It came out of the third storey; for it passed overhead. And overhead—yes, in the room just above my chamber-ceiling—I now heard a struggle: a deadly one it seemed from the noise; and a half-smothered voice shouted—

「Curse you? No, sir.」

My pulse stopped: my heart stood still; my stretched arm was paralysed. The cry died, and was not renewed. Indeed, whatever being uttered that fearful shriek could not soon repeat it: not the widest-winged condor on the Andes could, twice in succession, send out such a yell from the cloud shrouding his eyrie. The thing delivering such utterance must rest ere it could repeat the effort.

I saw a room I remembered to have seen before, the day Mrs. Fairfax showed me over the house: it was hung with tapestry; but the tapestry was now looped up in one part, and there was a door apparent, which had then been concealed. This door was open; a light shone out of the room within: I heard thence a snarling, snatching sound, almost like a dog quarrelling. Mr. Rochester, putting down his candle, said to me, 「Wait a minute,」 and he went forward to the inner apartment. A shout of laughter greeted his entrance; noisy at first, and terminating in Grace Poole』s own goblin ha! ha! She then was there. He made some sort of arrangement without speaking, though I heard a low voice address him: he came out and closed the door behind him.

I put my fingers into his. 「Warm and steady,」 was his remark: he turned the key and opened the door.

「God grant it may be so! Here, Jane, is an arbour; sit down.」

「We shall get you off cannily, Dick: and it will be better, both for your sake, a九*九*藏*書nd for that of the poor creature in yonder. I have striven long to avoid exposure, and I should not like it to come at last. Here, Carter, help him on with his waist-coat. Where did you leave your furred cloak? You can』t travel a mile without that, I know, in this damned cold climate. In your room?—Jane, run down to Mr. Mason』s room,—the one next mine,—and fetch a cloak you will see there.」

「Little friend,」 said he, in quite a changed tone—while his face changed too, losing all its softness and gravity, and becoming harsh and sarcastic—「you have noticed my tender penchant for Miss Ingram: don』t you think if I married her she would regenerate me with a vengeance?」

「Will no one come?」 it cried; and then, while the staggering and stamping went on wildly, I distinguished through plank and plaster:—

「Yet it seems to me your life is hardly secure while she stays.」

Again Mr. Rochester propounded his query:

Again the poor man groaned; he looked as if he dared not move; fear, either of death or of something else, appeared almost to paralyse him. Mr. Rochester put the now bloody sponge into my hand, and I proceeded to use it as he had done. He watched me a second, then saying, 「Remember!—No conversation,」 he left the room. I experienced a strange feeling as the key grated in the lock, and the sound of his retreating step ceased to be heard.

「Now, my little friend, while the sun drinks the dew—while all the flowers in this old garden awake and expand, and the birds fetch their young ones』 breakfast out of the Thornfield, and the early bees do their first spell of work—I』ll put a case to you, which you must endeavour to suppose your own: but first, look at me, and tell me you are at ease, and not fearing that I err in detaining you, or that you err in staying.」

「I thought I could have done some good.」

The arbour was an arch in the wall, lined with ivy; it contained a rustic seat. Mr. Rochester took it, leaving room, however, for me: but I stood before him.

「Precisely: I see you do. I see genuine contentment in your gait and mien, your eye and face, when you are helping me and pleasing me—working for me, and with me, in, as you characteristically say, 『all that is right:』 for if I bid you do what you thought wrong, there would be no light-footed running, no neat-handed alacrity, no lively glance and animated complexion. My friend would then turn to me, quiet and pale, and would say, 『No, sir; that is impossible: I cannot do it, because it is wrong;』 and would become immutable as a fixed star. Well, you too have power over me, and may injure me: yet I dare not show you where I am vulnerable, lest, faithful and friendly as you are, you should transfix me at once.」

「Yet would to God there was an end of all this!」 added Mr. Rochester, as he closed and barred the heavy yard-gates.

「Whenever I can be useful, sir.」

A chamber-door opened: some one ran, or rushed, along the gallery. Another step stamped on the flooring above and something fell; and there was silence.

「Is the danger you apprehended last night gone by now, sir?」

「But the instrument—the instrument! God, who does the work, ordains the instrument. I have myself—I tell it you without parable—been a worldly, dissipated, restless man; and I believe I have found the instrument for my cure in—」

「But will it hurt me?—is it inflammatory?」

「A servant has had the nightmare; that is all. She』s an excitable, nervous person: she construed her dream into an apparition, or something of that sort, no doubt; and has taken a fit with fright. Now, then, I must see you all back into your rooms; for, till the house is settled, she cannot be looked after. Gentlemen, have the goodness to set the ladies the example. Miss Ingram, I am sure you will not fail in evincing superiority to idle terrors. Amy and Louisa, return to your nests like a pair of doves, as you are. Mesdames」 (to the dowagers), 「you will take cold to a dead certainty, if you stay in this chill gallery any longer.」

「But don』t pull me down or strangle me,」 he replied: for the Misses Eshton were clinging about him now; and the two dowagers, in vast white wrappers, were bearing down on him like ships in full sail.

He strayed down a walk edged with box, with apple trees, pear trees, and cherry trees on one side, and a border on the other full of all sorts of old-fashioned flowers, stocks, sweet-williams, primroses, pansies, mingled with southernwood, sweet-briar, and various fragrant herbs. They were fresh now as a succession of April showers and gleams, followed by a lovely spring morning, could make them: the sun was just entering the dappled east, and his light illumined the wreathed and dewy orchard trees and shone down the quiet walks under them.

「Is there immediate danger?」 murmured Mr. Mason.

He laughed sardonically, hastily took my hand, and as hastily threw it from him.

「Oh yes! don』t trouble your head about her—put the thing out of your thoughts.」

I retired as directed.

「Yes, sir.」

I felt a thrill while I answered him; but no coldness, and no faintness.

「That will do;—now wet the lip of the phial.」

「She sucked the blood: she said she』d drain my heart,」 said Mason.

「The fresh air revives me, Fairfax.」

「Now, I』ve another errand for you,」 said my untiring master; 「you must away to my room again. What a m九九藏書ercy you are shod with velvet, Jane!—a clod-hopping messenger would never do at this juncture. You must open the middle drawer of my toilet-table and take out a little phial and a little glass you will find there,—quick!」

「And it has made you look pale—were you afraid when I left you alone with Mason?」

「Now, Carter, be on the alert,」 he said to this last: 「I give you but half-an-hour for dressing the wound, fastening the bandages, getting the patient downstairs and all.」

「Go back and fetch both.」

「She』s done for me, I fear,」 was the faint reply.

「Now I am sure you can get on your feet,」 he said—「try.」

「She bit me,」 he murmured. 「She worried me like a tigress, when Rochester got the knife from her.」

「Jane, Jane,」 said he, stopping before me, 「you are quite pale with your vigils: don』t you curse me for disturbing your rest?」

「She』s a rare one, is she not, Jane?」

「You will when you are out of the country: when you get back to Spanish Town, you may think of her as dead and buried—or rather, you need not think of her at all.」

「Mason got the start of you all this morning; he was gone before sunrise: I rose at four to see him off.」

「But Mr. Mason seems a man easily led. Your influence, sir, is evidently potent with him: he will never set you at defiance or wilfully injure you.」

「When will he come? When will he come?」 I cried inwardly, as the night lingered and lingered—as my bleeding patient drooped, moaned, sickened: and neither day nor aid arrived. I had, again and again, held the water to Mason』s white lips; again and again offered him the stimulating salts: my efforts seemed ineffectual: either bodily or mental suffering, or loss of blood, or all three combined, were fast prostrating his strength. He moaned so, and looked so weak, wild, and lost, I feared he was dying; ant I might not even speak to him.

Oh! I could not forget his look and his paleness when he whispered: 「Jane, I have got a blow—I have got a blow, Jane.」 I could not forget how the arm had trembled which he rested on my shoulder: and it was no light matter which could thus bow the resolute spirit and thrill the vigorous frame of Fairfax Rochester.

「Yes, sir.」

I obeyed. Mr. Rochester stood in the gallery holding a light.

Mr. Rochester drew back the thick curtain, drew up the holland blind, let in all the daylight he could; and I was surprised and cheered to see how far dawn was advanced: what rosy streaks were beginning to brighten the east. Then he approached Mason, whom the surgeon was already handling.

「Sir,」 I answered, 「a wanderer』s repose or a sinner』s reformation should never depend on a fellow-creature. Men and women die; philosophers falter in wisdom, and Christians in goodness: if any one you know has suffered and erred, let him look higher than his equals for strength to amend and solace to heal.」

He paused for an answer: and what was I to say? Oh, for some good spirit to suggest a judicious and satisfactory response! Vain aspiration! The west wind whispered in the ivy round me; but no gentle Ariel borrowed its breath as a medium of speech: the birds sang in the tree-tops; but their song, however sweet, was inarticulate.

I returned, sought the sponge on the washstand, the salts in my drawer, and once more retraced my steps. He still waited; he held a key in his hand: approaching one of the small, black doors, he put it in the lock; he paused, and addressed me again.

「Will Grace Poole live here still, sir?」

「I think I shall not: I have never been tried yet.」

「Are you up?」 asked the voice I expected to hear, viz., my master』s.

「Come out, then, quietly.」

「For instance, the night before I am married! I am sure I shall not be able to sleep. Will you promise to sit up with me to bear me company? To you I can talk of my lovely one: for now you have seen her and know her.」

This done, he moved with slow step and abstracted air towards a door in the wall bordering the orchard. I, supposing he had done with me, prepared to return to the house; again, however, I heard him call 「Jane!」 He had opened feel portal and stood at it, waiting for me.

According as the shifting obscurity and flickering gleam hovered here or glanced there, it was now the bearded physician, Luke, that bent his brow; now St. John』s long hair that waved; and anon the devilish face of Judas, that grew out of the panel, and seemed gathering life and threatening a revelation of the arch-traitor—of Satan himself—in his subordinate』s form.

「Thank you, sir.」

「Yes, sir.」

「If I could do that, simpleton, where would the danger be? Annihilated in a moment. Ever since I have known Mason, I have only had to say to him 『Do that,』 and the thing has been done. But I cannot give him orders in this case: I cannot say 『Beware of harming me, Richard;』 for it is imperative that I should keep him ignorant that harm to me is possible. Now you look puzzled; and I will puzzle you further. You are my little friend, are you not?」

I flew thither and back, bringing the desired vessels.

「You don』t turn sick at the sight of blood?」

「Is the wandering and sinful, but now rest-seeking and repentant, man justified in daring the world』s opinion, in order to attach to him for ever this gentle, gracious, genial stranger, thereby securing his own peace of mind and regeneration of life?」

「Fairfax—」

「Rochesteread.99csw.comr! Rochester! for God』s sake, come!」

I must keep to my post, however. I must watch this ghastly countenance—these blue, still lips forbidden to unclose—these eyes now shut, now opening, now wandering through the room, now fixing on me, and ever glazed with the dulness of horror. I must dip my hand again and again in the basin of blood and water, and wipe away the trickling gore. I must see the light of the unsnuffed candle wane on my employment; the shadows darken on the wrought, antique tapestry round me, and grow black under the hangings of the vast old bed, and quiver strangely over the doors of a great cabinet opposite—whose front, divided into twelve panels, bore, in grim design, the heads of the twelve apostles, each enclosed in its separate panel as in a frame; while above them at the top rose an ebon crucifix and a dying Christ.

The patient rose.

「The glamour of inexperience is over your eyes,」 he answered; 「and you see it through a charmed medium: you cannot discern that the gilding is slime and the silk draperies cobwebs; that the marble is sordid slate, and the polished woods mere refuse chips and scaly bark. Now here」 (he pointed to the leafy enclosure we had entered) 「all is real, sweet, and pure.」

I had put on some clothes, though horror shook all my limbs; I issued from my apartment. The sleepers were all aroused: ejaculations, terrified murmurs sounded in every room; door after door unclosed; one looked out and another looked out; the gallery filled. Gentlemen and ladies alike had quitted their beds; and 「Oh! what is it?」—「Who is hurt?」—「What has happened?」—「Fetch a light!」—「Is it fire?」—「Are there robbers?」—「Where shall we run?」 was demanded confusedly on all hands. But for the moonlight they would have been in complete darkness. They ran to and fro; they crowded together: some sobbed, some stumbled: the confusion was inextricable.

Again I ran, and again returned, bearing an immense mantle lined and edged with fur.

「No, sir; I am content.」

「Tell him to be cautious, sir: let him know what you fear, and show him how to avert the danger.」

「Drink! drink! drink!」

「I was afraid of some one coming out of the inner room.」

I did so; he measured twelve drops of a crimson liquid, and presented it to Mason.

「Come, be silent, Richard, and never mind her gibberish: don』t repeat it.」

「Now, my good fellow, how are you?」 he asked.

「Here, Jane!」 he said; and I walked round to the other side of a large bed, which with its drawn curtains concealed a considerable portion of the chamber. An easy-chair was near the bed-head: a man sat in it, dressed with the exception of his coat; he was still; his head leant back; his eyes were closed. Mr. Rochester held the candle over him; I recognised in his pale and seemingly lifeless face—the stranger, Mason: I saw too that his linen on one side, and one arm, was almost soaked in blood.

「I warned you,」 was his friend』s answer; 「I said—be on your guard when you go near her. Besides, you might have waited till to- morrow, and had me with you: it was mere folly to attempt the interview to-night, and alone.」

「Yes, sir.」

And so, by dint of alternate coaxing and commanding, he contrived to get them all once more enclosed in their separate dormitories. I did not wait to be ordered back to mine, but retreated unnoticed, as unnoticed I had left it.

「Impossible to forget this night!」

「I can do that conscientiously,」 said Carter, who had now undone the bandages; 「only I wish I could have got here sooner: he would not have bled so much—but how is this? The flesh on the shoulder is torn as well as cut. This wound was not done with a knife: there have been teeth here!」

「Do you like this sunrise, Jane? That sky with its high and light clouds which are sure to melt away as the day waxes warm—this placid and balmly atmosphere?」

「It is not impossible: have some energy, man. You thought you were as dead as a herring two hours since, and you are all alive and talking now. There!—Carter has done with you or nearly so; I』ll make you decent in a trice. Jane」 (he turned to me for the first time since his re-entrance), 「take this key: go down into my bedroom, and walk straight forward into my dressing-room: open the top drawer of the wardrobe and take out a clean shirt and neck- handkerchief: bring them here; and be nimble.」

Amidst all this, I had to listen as well as watch: to listen for the movements of the wild beast or the fiend in yonder side den. But since Mr. Rochester』s visit it seemed spellbound: all the night I heard but three sounds at three long intervals,—a step creak, a momentary renewal of the snarling, canine noise, and a deep human groan.

Good God! What a cry!

「Never fear—I will take care of myself.」

「Directly, sir; the shoulder is just bandaged. I must look to this other wound in the arm: she has had her teeth here too, I think.」

Here then I was in the third storey, fastened into one of its mystic cells; night around me; a pale and bloody spectacle under my eyes and hands; a murderess hardly separated from me by a single door: yes—that was appalling—the rest I could bear; but I shuddered at the thought of Grace Poole bursting out upon me.

「Oh, no! Mason will not defy me; nor, knowing it, will he hurt me— but, unintentionally, he might in a moment, by one careless word, depr九-九-藏-書ive me, if not of life, yet for ever of happiness.」

The night—its silence—its rest, was rent in twain by a savage, a sharp, a shrilly sound that ran from end to end of Thornfield Hall.

「Just give me your hand,」 he said: 「it will not do to risk a fainting fit.」

「I cannot vouch for that till Mason is out of England: nor even then. To live, for me, Jane, is to stand on a crater-crust which may crack and spue fire any day.」

「Have you any salts—volatile salts? Yes.」

「It seems to me a splendid mansion, sir.」

Then my own thoughts worried me. What crime was this that lived incarnate in this sequestered mansion, and could neither be expelled nor subdued by the owner?—what mystery, that broke out now in fire and now in blood, at the deadest hours of night? What creature was it, that, masked in an ordinary woman』s face and shape, uttered the voice, now of a mocking demon, and anon of a carrion-seeking bird of prey?

「You should not have yielded: you should have grappled with her at once,」 said Mr. Rochester.

I saw Mr. Rochester shudder: a singularly marked expression of disgust, horror, hatred, warped his countenance almost to distortion; but he only said—

「If you have no more to fear from Mr. Mason than you have from me, sir, you are very safe.」

He gathered a half-blown rose, the first on the bush, and offered it to me.

And the door at the end of the gallery opened, and Mr. Rochester advanced with a candle: he had just descended from the upper storey. One of the ladies ran to him directly; she seized his arm: it was Miss Ingram.

「Help! help! help!」 three times rapidly.

「I want you,」 he said: 「come this way: take your time, and make no noise.」

「Leave the window open on his side, Carter; there is no wind—good- bye, Dick.」

「But under such circumstances, what could one do?」 returned Mason. 「Oh, it was frightful!」 he added, shuddering. 「And I did not expect it: she looked so quiet at first.」

「Where the devil is Rochester?」 cried Colonel Dent. 「I cannot find him in his bed.」

「Hold the candle,」 said Mr. Rochester, and I took it: he fetched a basin of water from the washstand: 「Hold that,」 said he. I obeyed. He took the sponge, dipped it in, and moistened the corpse-like face; he asked for my smelling-bottle, and applied it to the nostrils. Mr. Mason shortly unclosed his eyes; he groaned. Mr. Rochester opened the shirt of the wounded man, whose arm and shoulder were bandaged: he sponged away blood, trickling fast down.

「Have you a sponge in your room?」 he asked in a whisper.

「But I had fastened the door—I had the key in my pocket: I should have been a careless shepherd if I had left a lamb—my pet lamb—so near a wolf』s den, unguarded: you were safe.」

He paused: the birds went on carolling, the leaves lightly rustling. I almost wondered they did not check their songs and whispers to catch the suspended revelation; but they would have had to wait many minutes—so long was the silence protracted. At last I looked up at the tardy speaker: he was looking eagerly at me.

「Carter, take him under the other shoulder. Be of good cheer, Richard; step out—that』s it!」

I had forgotten to draw my curtain, which I usually did, and also to let down my window-blind. The consequence was, that when the moon, which was full and bright (for the night was fine), came in her course to that space in the sky opposite my casement, and looked in at me through the unveiled panes, her glorious gaze roused me. Awaking in the dead of night, I opened my eyes on her disk—silver- white and crystal clear. It was beautiful, but too solemn; I half rose, and stretched my arm to draw the curtain.

No: stillness returned: each murmur and movement ceased gradually, and in about an hour Thornfield Hall was again as hushed as a desert. It seemed that sleep and night had resumed their empire. Meantime the moon declined: she was about to set. Not liking to sit in the cold and darkness, I thought I would lie down on my bed, dressed as I was. I left the window, and moved with little noise across the carpet; as I stooped to take off my shoes, a cautious hand tapped low at the door.

「No doubt of it; it is nothing serious; he is nervous, his spirits must be kept up. Come, set to work.」

And dangerous he looked: his black eyes darted sparks. Calming himself by an effort, he added—

「Jane, will you have a flower?」

「No, sir; all was very still.」

「You thought! you thought! Yes, it makes me impatient to hear you: but, however, you have suffered, and are likely to suffer enough for not taking my advice; so I』ll say no more. Carter—hurry!—hurry! The sun will soon rise, and I must have him off.」

「That』s well! Now, doctor, I shall take the liberty of administering a dose myself, on my own responsibility. I got this cordial at Rome, of an Italian charlatan—a fellow you would have kicked, Carter. It is not a thing to be used indiscriminately, but it is good upon occasion: as now, for instance. Jane, a little water.」

As I went one way, he went another, and I heard him in the yard, saying cheerfully—

「Well then, Jane, call to aid your fancy:- suppose you were no longer a girl well reared and disciplined, but a wild boy indulged from childhood upwards; imagine yourself in a remote foreign land; conceive that you there commit a capital error, no matter of what nature or from what motives, but one wh九-九-藏-書ose consequences must follow you through life and taint all your existence. Mind, I don』t say a crime; I am not speaking of shedding of blood or any other guilty act, which might make the perpetrator amenable to the law: my word is error. The results of what you have done become in time to you utterly insupportable; you take measures to obtain relief: unusual measures, but neither unlawful nor culpable. Still you are miserable; for hope has quitted you on the very confines of life: your sun at noon darkens in an eclipse, which you feel will not leave it till the time of setting. Bitter and base associations have become the sole food of your memory: you wander here and there, seeking rest in exile: happiness in pleasure—I mean in heartless, sensual pleasure—such as dulls intellect and blights feeling. Heart-weary and soul-withered, you come home after years of voluntary banishment: you make a new acquaintance—how or where no matter: you find in this stranger much of the good and bright qualities which you have sought for twenty years, and never before encountered; and they are all fresh, healthy, without soil and without taint. Such society revives, regenerates: you feel better days come back—higher wishes, purer feelings; you desire to recommence your life, and to spend what remains to you of days in a way more worthy of an immortal being. To attain this end, are you justified in overleaping an obstacle of custom—a mere conventional impediment which neither your conscience sanctifies nor your judgment approves?」

「I do my best; and have done it, and will do it,」 was the answer: he shut up the chaise door, and the vehicle drove away.

The candle, wasted at last, went out; as it expired, I perceived streaks of grey light edging the window curtains: dawn was then approaching. Presently I heard Pilot bark far below, out of his distant kennel in the courtyard: hope revived. Nor was it unwarranted: in five minutes more the grating key, the yielding lock, warned me my watch was relieved. It could not have lasted more than two hours: many a week has seemed shorter.

「I like to serve you, sir, and to obey you in all that is right.」

「Let her be taken care of; let her be treated as tenderly as may be: let her—」 he stopped and burst into tears.

And this man I bent over—this commonplace, quiet stranger—how had he become involved in the web of horror? and why had the Fury flown at him? What made him seek this quarter of the house at an untimely season, when he should have been asleep in bed? I had heard Mr. Rochester assign him an apartment below—what brought him here! And why, now, was he so tame under the violence or treachery done him? Why did he so quietly submit to the concealment Mr. Rochester enforced? Why did Mr. Rochester enforce this concealment? His guest had been outraged, his own life on a former occasion had been hideously plotted against; and both attempts he smothered in secrecy and sank in oblivion! ly, I saw Mr. Mason was submissive to Mr. Rochester; that the impetuous will of the latter held complete sway over the inertness of the former: the few words which had passed between them assured me of this. It was evident that in their former intercourse, the passive disposition of the one had been habitually influenced by the active energy of the other: whence then had arisen Mr. Rochester』s dismay when he heard of Mr. Mason』s arrival? Why had the mere name of this unresisting individual—whom his word now sufficed to control like a child—fallen on him, a few hours since, as a thunderbolt might fall on an oak?

「Sir?」

「Drink, Richard: it will give you the heart you lack, for an hour or so.」

「I wish I could forget it,」 was the answer.

「What awful event has taken place?」 said she. 「Speak! let us know the worst at once!」

「Come where there is some freshness, for a few moments,」 he said; 「that house is a mere dungeon: don』t you feel it so?」

「Pooh! No—a mere scratch. Don』t be so overcome, man: bear up! I』ll fetch a surgeon for you now, myself: you』ll be able to be removed by morning, I hope. Jane,」 he continued.

「A strapper—a real strapper, Jane: big, brown, and buxom; with hair just such as the ladies of Carthage must have had. Bless me! there』s Dent and Lynn in the stables! Go in by the shrubbery, through that wicket.」

「Am I wanted?」 I asked.

I went; sought the repository he had mentioned, found the articles named, and returned with them.

「I shall have to leave you in this room with this gentleman, for an hour, or perhaps two hours: you will sponge the blood as I do when it returns: if he feels faint, you will put the glass of water on that stand to his lips, and your salts to his nose. You will not speak to him on any pretext—and—Richard, it will be at the peril of your life if you speak to her: open your lips—agitate yourself—and I』ll not answer for the consequences.」

「Yes, sir.」

The gentlemen now appeared. Mason, supported by Mr. Rochester and the surgeon, seemed to walk with tolerable ease: they assisted him into the chaise; Carter followed.

「Was anybody stirring below when you went down, Jane?」 inquired Mr. Rochester presently.

He got up instantly, went quite to the other end of the walk, and when he came back he was humming a tune.

He held out the tiny glass, and I half filled it from the water- bottle on the washstand.