AsIroseanddressed,Ithoughtoverwhathadhappened,andwonderedifitwereadream.IcouldainoftherealitytillIhadseenMr.Rochesteragain,andheardhimrenewhiswordsofloveandpromise.

    Whilearrangingmyhair,Ilookedatmyfatheglass,awasnolongerplain:thereeinitsaspedlifeinitscolour;andmyeyesseemedasiftheyhadbeheldthefountoffruition,andborrowedbeamsfromthelustrousripple.Ihadoftenbeenunwillingtolookatmymaster,becauseIfearedhecouldnotbepleasedatmylook;butIwassureImightliftmyfacetohisnow,andnotcoolhisaffebyitsexpression.Itookaplainbutandlightsummerdressfrommydrautiton:itseemednoattirehadeversowellbee,becausenonehadIeverworninsoblissfulamood.

    Iwasnotsurprised,whenIrandownintothehall,toseethatabrilliantJunemhadsucceededtothetempestofthenight;andtofeel,throughtheopenglassdoor,thebreathingofafreshandfragrantbreeze.NaturemustbegladsomewhenIwassohappy.Abeggar-womanatleboy—pale,raggedobjectsboth—wereingupthewalk,andIrandownandgavethemallthemoneyIhappeohaveinmypurse—somethreeorfourshillings:goodorbad,theymustpartakeofmyjubilee.Therookscawed,andblitherbirdssang;butnothingwassomerryorsomusicalasmyownrejoigheart.

    Mrs.Fairfaxsurprisedmebylookingoutofthewindowwithasadtenandsayinggravely—“MissEyre,willyouetobreakfast?”Duringthemealshewasquietandcool:butIcouldnotundeceiveherthen.Imustwaitformymastertogiveexplanations;andsomustshe.IatewhatIcould,andthenIhastenedupstairs.ImetAdèleleavingtheschoolroom.

    “Whereareyougoing?Itistimeforlessons.”

    “Mr.Rochesterhassentmeawaytothenursery.”