Sophiecameatseventodressme:shewasverylongindeedinaplishiask;solongthatMr.Rochester,grown,Isuppose,impatientofmydelay,sentuptoaskwhyIdidnote.Shewasjustfasteningmyveil(theplainsquareofblondafterall)tomyhairwithabrooch;IhurriedfromunderherhandsassoonasIcould.

    “Stop!”shecriedinFrench.“Lookatyourselfinthemirror:youhavenottakenonepeep.”

    SoIturhedoor:Isawarobedandveiledfigure,sounlikemyusualselfthatitseemedalmosttheimageofastranger.“Jane!”calledavoidIhasteneddown.IwasreceivedatthefootofthestairsbyMr.Rochester.

    “Lingerer!”hesaid,“mybrainisohimpatiendyoutarrysolong!”

    Hetookmeintothedining-room,surveyedmekeenlyallover,pronouncedme“fairasalily,andnotonlytheprideofhislife,butthedesireofhiseyes,”aellingmehewouldgivemebuttenmioeatsomebreakfast,herangthebell.Oneofhislatelyhiredservants,afootman,answeredit.

    “IsJohingthecarriageready?”

    “Yes,sir.”

    “Istheluggagebroughtdown?”

    “Theyarebringingitdown,sir.”

    “Goyoutothechurch:seeifMr.Wood(theclergyman)andtheclerkarethere:returnandtellme.”

    Thechurch,asthereaderknows,wasbutjustbeyoes;thefootmansoourned.

    “Mr.Woodisiry,sir,puttingonhissurplice.”

    “Andthecarriage?”

    “Thehorsesareharnessing.”

    “Weshallnotwantittogotochurch;butitmustbereadythemomeurn:alltheboxesandluggagearrangedandstrappedon,andtheaninhisseat.”

    “Yes,sir.”

    “Jane,areyouready?”

    Irose.Therewerenogroomsmen,nobridesmaids,ivestowaitforormarshal:Mr.RochesterandI.Mrs.Fairfaxstood