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d baying which removed me effectually some yards’ distance； but I would not be driven quite away till I saw the event。 This was finally fortunate； the horse was re…established； and the dog was silenced with a “Down； Pilot！” The traveller now； stooping； felt his foot and leg； as if trying whether they were sound； apparently something ailed them； for he halted to the stile whence I had just risen； and sat down。
I was in the mood for being useful； or at least officious； I think； for I now drew near him again。
“If you are hurt； and want help； sir； I can fetch some one either from Thornfield Hall or from Hay。”
“Thank you： I shall do： I have no broken bones；—only a sprain；” and again he stood up and tried his foot； but the result extorted an involuntary “Ugh！”
Something of daylight still lingered； and the moon was waxing bright： I could see him plainly。 His figure was enveloped in a riding cloak； fur collared and steel clasped； its details were not apparent； but I traced the general points of middle height and considerable breadth of chest。 He had a dark face； with stern features and a heavy brow； his eyes and gathered eyebrows looked ireful and thwarted just now； he was past youth； but had not reached middle…age； perhaps he might be thirty…five。 I felt no fear of him； and but little shyness。 Had he been a handsome； heroic…looking young gentleman； I should not have dared to stand thus questioning him against his will； and offering my services unasked。 I had hardly ever seen a handsome youth； never in my life spoken to one。 I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty； elegance； gallantry； fascination； but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape； I should have known instinctively that they neither had nor could have sympathy with anything in me； and should have shunned them as one would fire； lightning； or anything else that is bright but antipathetic。
If even this stranger had smiled and been good…humoured to me when I addressed him； if he had put off my offer of assistance gaily and with thanks； I should have gone on my way and not felt any vocation to renew inquiries： but the frown； the roughness of the traveller； set me at my ease： I retained my station when he waved to me to go； and announced—
“I cannot think of leaving you； sir； at so late an hour； in this solitary lane； till I see you are fit to mount your horse。”
He looked at me when I said this； he had hardly turned his eyes in my direction before。
“I should think you ought to be at home yourself；” said he； “if you have a home in this neighbourhood： where do you e from？”
“From just below； and I am not at all afraid of being out late when it is moonlight： I will run over to Hay for you with pleasure； if you wish it： indeed； I am going there to post a letter。”
“You live just below—do you mean at that house with the battlements？” pointing to Thornfield Hall； on which the moon cast a hoary gleam； bringing it out distinct and pale from the woods that； by contrast with the western sky； now seemed one mass of shadow。
“Yes； sir。”
“Whose house is it？”
“Mr。 Rochester’s。”
“Do you know Mr。 Rochester？”
“No； I have never seen him。”
“He is not resident； then？”
“No。”
“Can you tell me where he is？”
“I cannot。”
“You are not a servant at the hall； of course。 You are—” He stopped； ran his eye over my dress； ple： a black merino cloak； a black beaver bon； neither of them half fine enough for a lady’s…maid。 He seemed puzzled to decide what I was； I helped him。
“I am the governess。”
“Ah； the governess！” he repeated； “deuce take me； if I had not forgotten！ The governess！” and again my raiment underwent scrutiny。 In two minutes he rose from the stile： his face expressed pain when he tried to move。
“I cannot mission you to fetch help；” he said； “but you may help me a little yourself； if you will be so kind。”
“Yes； sir。”
“You have not an umbrella that I can use as a stick？”
“No。”
“Try to get hold of my horse’s bridle and lead him to me： you are not afraid？”
I should have been afraid to touch a horse when alone； but when told to do it； I was disposed to obey。 I put down my muff on the stile； and went up to the tall steed； I endeavoured to catch the bridle； but it was a spirited thing； and would not let me e near its head； I made effort on effort； though in vain： meantime； I was mortally afraid of its trampling fore…feet。 The traveller waited and watched for some time； and at last he laughed。
“I see；” he said； “the mountain will never be brought to Mahomet； so all you can do is to aid Mahomet to go to the mountain； I must beg of you to e here。”
I came。 “Excuse me；” he continued： “necessity pels me to make you useful。” He laid a heavy hand on my shoulder； and leaning on me with some stress； limped to his horse。 Having once caught the bridle； he mastered it directly and sprang to his saddle； grimacing grimly as he made the effort； for it wrenched his sprain。
“Now；” said he； releasing his under lip from a hard bite； “just hand me my whip； it lies there under the hedge。”
I sought it and found it。
“Thank you； now make haste with the letter to Hay； and return as fast as you can。”
A touch of a spurred heel made his horse first start and rear； and then bound away； the dog rushed in his traces； all three vanished；
“Like heath that； in the wilderness；
The wild wind whirls away。”
I took up my muff and walked on。 The incident had occurred and was gone for me： it was an incident of no moment； no romance； no interest in a sense； yet it marked with change one single hour of a monotonous life。 My help had been needed and claimed； I had given it： I was pleased to have done something； trivial； transitory though the deed was； it was yet an active thing； and I was weary of an existence all passive。 The new face； too； was like a new picture introduced to the gallery of memory； and it was dissimilar to all the others hanging there： firstly； because it was masculine； and； secondly； because it was dark； strong； and stern。 I had it still before me when I entered Hay； and slipped the letter into the post… office； I saw it as I walked fast down…hill all the way home。 When I came to the stile； I stopped a minute； looked round and listened； with an idea that a horse’s hoofs might ring on the causeway again； and that a rider in a cloak； and a Gytrash…like Newfoundland dog； might be again apparent： I saw only the hedge and a pollard willow before me； rising up still and straight to meet the moonbeams； I heard only the faintest waft of wind roaming fitful among the trees round Thornfield； a mile distant； and when I glanced down in the direction of the murmur； my eye； traversing the hall…front； caught a light kindling in a window： it reminded me that I was late； and I hurried on。
I did not like re…entering Thornfield。 To pass its threshold was to return to stagnation； to cross the silent hall； to ascend the darksome staircase； to seek my own lonely little room； and then to meet tranquil Mrs。 Fairfax； and spend the long winter evening with her； and her only； was to quell wholly the faint excitement wakened by my walk；—to slip again over my faculties the viewless fetters of an uniform and too still existence； of an existence whose very privileges of security and ease I was being incapable of appreciating。 What good it would have done me at that time to have been tossed in the storms of an uncertain struggling life； and to have been taught by rough and bitter experience to long for the calm amidst which I now repined！ Yes； just as much good as it would do a man tired of sitting still in a “too easy chair” to take a long walk： and just as natural was the wish to stir； under my circumstances； as it would be under his。
I lingered at the gates； I lingered on the lawn； I paced backwards and forwards on the pavement； the shutters of the glass door were closed； I could not see into the interior； and both my eyes and spirit seemed drawn from the gloomy house—from the grey…hollow filled with rayless cells； as it appeared to me—to that sky expanded before me；—a blue sea absolved from taint of cloud； the moon ascending it in solemn march； her orb seeming to look up as she left the hill…tops； from behind which she