“Whereishe?”

    “Inthere,”pointingtotheapartmentshehadleft;ain,andtherehestood.

    “eandbidmegood-m,”saidhe.Igladlyadvanced;anditwasnotmerelyacoldwordnow,orevenashakeofthehandthatIreceived,butanembradakiss.Itseemednatural:itseemedgenialtobesowellloved,socaressedbyhim.

    “Jane,youlookblooming,andsmiling,ay,”saidhe:“trulyprettythism.Isthismypale,littleelf?Isthismymustard-seed?Thislittlesunny-facedgirlwiththedimpledcheekandrosylips;thesatin-smoothhazelhair,andtheradianthazeleyes?”(Ihadgreeneyes,reader;butyoumustexcusethemistake:forhimtheywerenew-dyed,Isuppose.)

    “ItisJaneEyre,sir.”

    “SoontobeJaneRochester,”headded:“infourweeks,Ja;notadaymore.Doyouhearthat?”

    Idid,andIcouldnotquiteprehendit:itmademegiddy.Thefeeling,theannousentthroughme,wassomethingstrohanwassistentwithjoy—somethingthatsmoteandstuwas,Ithinkalmostfear.

    “Youblushed,andnowyouarewhite,Jane:whatisthatfor?”

    “Becauseyougavemeanewname—JaneRochester;anditseemsse.”

    “Yes,Mrs.Rochester,”saidhe;“youngMrs.Rochester—FairfaxRochester’sgirl-bride.”

    “Iteverbe,sir;itdoesnotsoundlikely.Humanbeingsneverenjoypletehappinessinthisworld.Iwasnotbornforadiffereinytotherestofmyspecies:toimaginesuchalotbefallingmeisafairytale—aday-dream.”

    “WhichIdwillrealise.Ishallbeginto-day.ThismIwrotetomybankerinLondontoseainjewelshehasinhiskeeping,—heirloomsfortheladiesofThornfield.InadayortwoIhopetopourthemintoyourlap:foreveryprivilege,everyattentionshallbeyoursthatIwouldaccordapeer’