Therewasnothingtocoolorbanishloveinthesecircumstahoughmuchtocreatedespair.Muchtoo,youwillthink,reader,toengenderjealousy:ifawoman,inmyposition,couldpresumetobejealousofawomaninMissIngram’s.ButIwasnotjealous:orveryrarely;—thenatureofthepainIsufferedcouldnotbeexplaihatword.MissIngramwasamarkbehjealousy:shewastooinferiortoexcitethefeeling.Pardontheseemingparadox;ImeanwhatIsay.Shewasveryshowy,butshewasnotgenuine:shehadafineperson,manybrilliantattais;buthermindoor,herheartbarrenbynature:nothingbloomedspontaneouslyonthatsoil;nounforaturalfruitdelightedbyitsfreshness.Shewasnotgood;shewasninal:sheusedtorepeatsoundingphrasesfrombooks:sheneveroffered,norhad,anopinionofherown.Sheadvocatedahightoneofse;butshedidnotknowthesensationsofsympathyandpity;tendernessandtruthwerenotiooofterayedthis,bytheushegavetoaspitefulantipathyshehadceivedagainstlittleAdèle:pushingherawaywithsomeeliousepithetifshehappeoapproachher;sometimesherfromtheroom,andalwaystreatihessandacrimony.Othereyesbesidesmichedthesemaionsofcharacter—watchedthemclosely,keenly,shrewdly.Yes;thefuturebridegroom,Mr.Rochesterhimself,exercisedoverhisintendedaceaselesssurveillanditwasfromthissagacity—thisguardednessofhis—thisperfect,clearsciousnessofhisfairone’sdefects—thisobviousabsenceofpassioninhisseowardsher,thatmyever-tpainarose.

    Isawhewasgoingtomarryher,forfamily,perhapspoliticalreasons,becauseherrankandessuitedhim;Ifelthehadnotgivenherhislove,andthatherqualificationswereilladaptedtowinfromhimthattreasure.Thiswasthepoint—th