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“Then you and I must bid good…bye for a little while？”
“I suppose so； sir。”
“And how do people perform that ceremony of parting； Jane？ Teach me； I’m not quite up to it。”
“They say； Farewell； or any other form they prefer。”
“Then say it。”
“Farewell； Mr。 Rochester； for the present。”
“What must I say？”
“The same； if you like； sir。”
“Farewell； Miss Eyre； for the present； is that all？”
“Yes？”
“It seems stingy； to my notions； and dry； and unfriendly。 I should like something else： a little addition to the rite。 If one shook hands； for instance； but no—that would not content me either。 So you’ll do no more than say Farewell； Jane？”
“It is enough； sir： as much good…will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many。”
“Very likely； but it is blank and cool—‘Farewell。’”
“How long is he going to stand with his back against that door？” I asked myself； “I want to mence my packing。” The dinner…bell rang； and suddenly away he bolted； without another syllable： I saw him no more during the day； and was off before he had risen in the morning。
I reached the lodge at Gateshead about five o’clock in the afternoon of the first of May： I stepped in there before going up to the hall。 It was very clean and neat： the ornamental windows were hung with little white curtains； the floor was spotless； the grate and fire…irons were burnished bright； and the fire burnt clear。 Bessie sat on the hearth； nursing her last…born； and Robert and his sister played quietly in a corner。
“Bless you！—I knew you would e！” exclaimed Mrs。 Leaven； as I entered。
“Yes； Bessie；” said I； after I had kissed her； “and I trust I am not too late。 How is Mrs。 Reed？—Alive still； I hope。”
“Yes； she is alive； and more sensible and collected than she was。 The doctor says she may linger a week or two yet； but he hardly thinks she will finally recover。”
“Has she mentioned me lately？”
“She was talking of you only this morning； and wishing you would e； but she is sleeping now； or was ten minutes ago； when I was up at the house。 She generally lies in a kind of lethargy all the afternoon； and wakes up about six or seven。 Will you rest yourself here an hour； Miss； and then I will go up with you？”
Robert here entered； and Bessie laid her sleeping child in the cradle and went to wele him： afterwards she insisted on my taking off my bon and having some tea； for she said I looked pale and tired。 I was glad to accept her hospitality； and I submitted to be relieved of my travelling garb just as passively as I used to let her undress me when a child。
Old times crowded fast back on me as I watched her bustling about— setting out the tea…tray with her best china； cutting bread and butter； toasting a tea…cake； and； between whiles； giving little Robert or Jane an occasional tap or push； just as she used to give me in former days。 Bessie had retained her quick temper as well as her light foot and good looks。
Tea ready； I was going to approach the table； but she desired me to sit still； quite in her old peremptory tones。 I must be served at the fireside； she said； and she placed before me a little round stand with my cup and a plate of toast； absolutely as she used to acmodate me with some privately purloined dainty on a nursery chair： and I smiled and obeyed her as in bygone days。
She wanted to know if I was happy at Thornfield Hall； and what sort of a person the mistress was； and when I told her there was only a master； whether he was a nice gentleman； and if I liked him。 I told her he rather an ugly man； but quite a gentleman； and that he treated me kindly； and I was content。 Then I went on to describe to her the gay pany that had lately been staying at the house； and to these details Bessie listened with interest： they were precisely of the kind she relished。
In such conversation an hour was soon gone： Bessie restored to me my bon； &c。； and； acpanied by her； I quitted the lodge for the hall。 It was also acpanied by her that I had； nearly nine years ago； walked down the path I was now ascending。 On a dark； misty； raw morning in January； I had left a hostile roof with a desperate and embittered heart—a sense of outlawry and almost of reprobation—to seek the chilly harbourage of Lowood： that bourne so far away and unexplored。 The same hostile roof now again rose before me： my prospects were doubtful yet； and I had yet an aching heart。 I still felt as a wanderer on the face of the earth； but I experienced firmer trust in myself and my own powers； and less withering dread of oppression。 The gaping wound of my wrongs； too； was now quite healed； and the flame of resentment extinguished。
“You shall go into the breakfast…room first；” said Bessie； as she preceded me through the hall； “the young ladies will be there。”
In another moment I was within that apartment。 There was every article of furniture looking just as it did on the morning I was first introduced to Mr。 Brocklehurst： the very rug he had stood upon still covered the hearth。 Glancing at the bookcases； I thought I could distinguish the two volumes of Bewick’s British Birds occupying their old place on the third shelf； and Gulliver’s Travels and the Arabian Nights ranged just above。 The inanimate objects were not changed； but the living things had altered past recognition。
Two young ladies appeared before me； one very tall； almost as tall as Miss Ingram—very thin too； with a sallow face and severe mien。 There was something ascetic in her look； which was augmented by the extreme plainness of a straight…skirted； black； stuff dress； a starched linen collar； hair bed away from the temples； and the nun…like ornament of a string of ebony beads and a crucifix。 This I felt sure was Eliza； though I could trace little resemblance to her former self in that elongated and colourless visage。
The other was as certainly Georgiana： but not the Georgiana I remembered—the slim and fairy…like girl of eleven。 This was a full…blown； very plump damsel； fair as waxwork； with handsome and regular features； languishing blue eyes； and ringleted yellow hair。 The hue of her dress was black too； but its fashion was so different from her sister’s—so much more flowing and being—it looked as stylish as the other’s looked puritanical。
In each of the sisters there was one trait of the mother—and only one； the thin and pallid elder daughter had her parent’s Cairngorm eye： the blooming and luxuriant younger girl had her contour of jaw and chin—perhaps a little softened； but still imparting an indescribable hardness to the countenance otherwise so voluptuous and buxom。
Both ladies； as I advanced； rose to wele me； and both addressed me by the name of “Miss Eyre。” Eliza’s greeting was delivered in a short； abrupt voice； without a smile； and then she sat down again； fixed her eyes on the fire； and seemed to forget me。 Georgiana added to her “How d’ye do？” several monplaces about my journey； the weather； and so on； uttered in rather a drawling tone： and acpanied by sundry side…glances that measured me from head to foot—now traversing the folds of my drab merino pelisse； and now lingering on the plain trimming of my cottage bon。 Young ladies have a remarkable way of letting you know that they think you a “quiz” without actually saying the words。 A certain superciliousness of look； coolness of manner； nonchalance of tone； express fully their sentiments on the point； without mitting them by any positive rudeness in word or deed。
A sneer； however； whether covert or open； had now no longer that power over me it once possessed： as I sat between my cousins； I was surprised to find how easy I felt under the total neglect of the one and the semi…sarcastic attentions of the other—Eliza did not mortify； nor Georgiana ruffle me。 The fact was； I had other things to think about； within the last few months feelings had been stirred in me so much more potent than any they could raise—pains and pleasures so much more acute and exquisite had been excited than any it was in their power to inflict or bestow—that their airs gave me no concern either for good or bad。
“How is Mrs。 Reed？” I asked soon； looking calmly at Georgiana； who thought fit to bridle at the direct address； as if it were an unexpected liberty