迪文小说

第53部分（第2页）

“If　that　will　be　your　married　look；　I；　as　a　Christian；　will　soon　give　up　the　notion　of　consorting　with　a　mere　sprite　or　salamander。　But　what　had　you　to　ask；　thing；—out　with　it？”

“There；　you　are　less　than　civil　now；　and　I　like　rudeness　a　great　deal　better　than　flattery。　I　had　rather　be　a　thing　than　an　angel。　This　is　what　I　have　to　ask；—Why　did　you　take　such　pains　to　make　me　believe　you　wished　to　marry　Miss　Ingram？”

“Is　that　all？　Thank　God　it　is　no　worse！”　And　now　he　unknit　his　black　brows；　looked　down；　smiling　at　me；　and　stroked　my　hair；　as　if　well　pleased　at　seeing　a　danger　averted。　“I　think　I　may　confess；”　he　continued；　“even　although　I　should　make　you　a　little　indignant；　Jane—and　I　have　seen　what　a　fire…spirit　you　can　be　when　you　are　indignant。　You　glowed　in　the　cool　moonlight　last　night；　when　you　mutinied　against　fate；　and　claimed　your　rank　as　my　equal。　Ja；　by…the…bye；　it　was　you　who　made　me　the　offer。”

“Of　course　I　did。　But　to　the　point　if　you　please；　sir—Miss　Ingram？”

“Well；　I　feigned　courtship　of　Miss　Ingram；　because　I　wished　to　render　you　as　madly　in　love　with　me　as　I　was　with　you；　and　I　knew　jealousy　would　be　the　best　ally　I　could　call　in　for　the　furtherance　of　that　end。”

“Excellent！　Now　you　are　small—not　one　whit　bigger　than　the　end　of　my　little　finger。　It　was　a　burning　shame　and　a　scandalous　disgrace　to　act　in　that　way。　Did　you　think　nothing　of　Miss　Ingram’s　feelings；　sir？”

“Her　feelings　are　concentrated　in　one—pride；　and　that　needs　humbling。　Were　you　jealous；　Jane？”

“Never　mind；　Mr。　Rochester：　it　is　in　no　way　interesting　to　you　to　know　that。　Answer　me　truly　once　more。　Do　you　think　Miss　Ingram　will　not　suffer　from　your　dishonest　coquetry？　Won’t　she　feel　forsaken　and　deserted？”

“Impossible！—when　I　told　you　how　she；　on　the　contrary；　deserted　me：　the　idea　of　my　insolvency　cooled；　or　rather　extinguished；　her　flame　in　a　moment。”

“You　have　a　curious；　designing　mind；　Mr。　Rochester。　I　am　afraid　your　principles　on　some　points　are　eccentric。”

“My　principles　were　never　trained；　Jane：　they　may　have　grown　a　little　awry　for　want　of　attention。”

“Once　again；　seriously；　may　I　enjoy　the　great　good　that　has　been　vouchsafed　to　me；　without　fearing　that　any　one　else　is　suffering　the　bitter　pain　I　myself　felt　a　while　ago？”

“That　you　may；　my　good　little　girl：　there　is　not　another　being　in　the　world　has　the　same　pure　love　for　me　as　yourself—for　I　lay　that　pleasant　unction　to　my　soul；　Jane；　a　belief　in　your　affection。”

I　turned　my　lips　to　the　hand　that　lay　on　my　shoulder。　I　loved　him　very　much—more　than　I　could　trust　myself　to　say—more　than　words　had　power　to　express。

“Ask　something　more；”　he　said　presently；　“it　is　my　delight　to　be　entreated；　and　to　yield。”

I　was　again　ready　unicate　your　intentions　to　Mrs。　Fairfax；　sir：　she　saw　me　with　you　last　night　in　the　hall；　and　she　was　shocked。　Give　her　some　explanation　before　I　see　her　again。　It　pains　me　to　be　misjudged　by　so　good　a　woman。”

“Go　to　your　room；　and　put　on　your　bon；”　he　replied。　“I　mean　you　to　acpany　me　to　Millcote　this　morning；　and　while　you　prepare　for　the　drive；　I　will　enlighten　the　old　lady’s　understanding。　Did　she　think；　Ja；　you　had　given　the　world　for　love；　and　considered　it　well　lost？”

“I　believe　she　thought　I　had　forgotten　my　station；　and　yours；　sir。”

“Station！　station！—your　station　is　in　my　heart；　and　on　the　necks　of　those　who　would　insult　you；　now　or　hereafter。—Go。”

I　was　soon　dressed；　and　when　I　heard　Mr。　Rochester　quit　Mrs。　Fairfax’s　parlour；　I　hurried　down　to　it。　The　old　lady；　had　been　reading　her　morning　portion　of　Scripture—the　Lesson　for　the　day；　her　Bible　lay　open　before　her；　and　her　spectacles　were　upon　it。　Her　occupation；　suspended　by　Mr。　Rochester’s　announcement；　seemed　now　forgotten：　her　eyes；　fixed　on　the　blank　wall　opposite；　expressed　the　surprise　of　a　quiet　mind　stirred　by　unwonted　tidings。　Seeing　me；　she　roused　herself：　she　made　a　sort　of　effort　to　smile；　and　framed　a　few　words　of　congratulation；　but　the　smile　expired；　and　the　sentence　was　abandoned　unfinished。　She　put　up　her　spectacles；　shut　the　Bible；　and　pushed　her　chair　back　from　the　table。

“I　feel　so　astonished；”　she　began；　“I　hardly　know　what　to　say　to　you；　Miss　Eyre。　I　have　surely　not　been　dreaming；　have　I？　Sometimes　I　half　fall　asleep　when　I　am　sitting　alone　and　fancy　things　that　have　never　happened。　It　has　seemed　to　me　more　than　once　when　I　have　been　in　a　doze；　that　my　dear　husband；　who　died　fifteen　years　since；　has　e　in　and　sat　down　beside　me；　and　that　I　have　even　heard　him　call　me　by　my　name；　Alice；　as　he　used　to　do。　Now；　can　you　tell　me　whether　it　is　actually　true　that　Mr。　Rochester　has　asked　you　to　marry　him？　Don’t　laugh　at　me。　But　I　really　thought　he　came　in　here　five　minutes　ago；　and　said　that　in　a　month　you　would　be　his　wife。”

“He　has　said　the　same　thing　to　me；”　I　replied。

“He　has！　Do　you　believe　him？　Have　you　accepted　him？”

“Yes。”

She　looked　at　me　bewildered。　“I　could　never　have　thought　it。　He　is　a　proud　man：　all　the　Rochesters　were　proud：　and　his　father；　at　least；　liked　money。　He；　too；　has　always　been　called　careful。　He　means　to　marry　you？”

“He　tells　me　so。”

She　surveyed　my　whole　person：　in　her　eyes　I　read　that　they　had　there　found　no　charm　powerful　enough　to　solve　the　enigma。

“It　passes　me！”　she　continued；　“but　no　doubt；　it　is　true　since　you　say　so。　How　it　will　answer；　I　cannot　tell：　I　really　don’t　know。　Equality　of　position　and　fortune　is　often　advisable　in　such　cases；　and　there　are　twenty　years　of　difference　in　your　ages。　He　might　almost　be　your　father。”

“No；　indeed；　Mrs。　F