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of myself。 I know another way to the house。 It does not signify if I knew twenty ways; for he has seen me。

“Hillo!” he cries; and he puts up his book and his pencil。 “There you are! e on; if you please。”

I suppose I do e on; though in what fashion I know not; being scarcely cognisant of my movements; and solicitous only to appear calm; and; above all; to control the working muscles of my face— which I feel rebel insolently against my will; and struggle to express what I had resolved to conceal。 But I have a veil—it is down: I may make shift yet to behave with decent posure。

“And this is Jane Eyre? Are you ing from Millcote; and on foot? Yes—just one of your tricks: not to send for a carriage; and e clattering over street and road like a mon mortal; but to steal into the vicinage of your home along with twilight; just as if you were a dream or a shade。 What the deuce have you done with yourself this last month?”

“I have been with my aunt; sir; who is dead。”

“A true Janian reply! Good angels be my guard! She es from the other world—from the abode of people who are dead; and tells me so when she meets me alone here in the gloaming! If I dared; I’d touch you; to see if you are substance or shadow; you elf!—but I’d as soon offer to take hold of a blue ignis fatuus light in a marsh。 Truant! truant!” he added; when he had paused an instant。 “Absent from me a whole month; and forgetting me quite; I’ll be sworn!”

I knew there would be pleasure in meeting my master again; even though broken by the fear that he was so soon to cease to be my master; and by the knowledge that I was nothing to him: but there was ever in Mr。 Rochester (so at least I thought) such a wealth of the power of municating happiness; that to taste but of the crumbs he scattered to stray and stranger birds like me; was to feast genially。 His last words were balm: they seemed to imply that it imported something to him whether I forgot him or not。 And he had spoken of Thornfield as my home—would that it were my home!

He did not leave the stile; and I hardly liked to ask to go by。 I inquired soon if he had not been to London。

“Yes; I suppose you found that out by second…sight。”

“Mrs。 Fairfax told me in a letter。”

“And did she inform you what I went to do?”

“Oh; yes; sir! Everybody knew your errand。”

“You must see the carriage; Jane; and tell me if you don’t think it will suit Mrs。 Rochester exactly; and whether she won’t look like Queen Boadicea; leaning back against those purple cushions。 I wish; Jane; I were a trifle better adapted to match with her externally。 Tell me now; fairy as you are—can’t you give me a charm; or a philter; or something of that sort; to make me a handsome man?”

“It would be past the power of magic; sir;” and; in thought; I added; “A loving eye is all the charm needed: to such you are handsome enough; or rather your sternness has a power beyond beauty。”

Mr。 Rochester had sometimes read my unspoken thoughts with an acumen to me inprehensible: in the present instance he took no notice of my abrupt vocal response; but he smiled at me with a certain smile he had of his own; and which he used but on rare occasions。 He seemed to think it too good for mon purposes: it was the real sunshine of feeling—he shed it over me now。

“Pass; Ja;” said he; making room for me to cross the stile: “go up home; and stay your weary little wandering feet at a friend’s threshold。”

All I had now to do was to obey him in silence: no need for me to colloquise further。 I got over the stile without a word; and meant to leave him calmly。 An impulse held me fast—a force turned me round。 I said—or something in me said for me; and in spite of me—

“Thank you; Mr。 Rochester; for your great kindness。 I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home。”

I walked on so fast that even he could hardly have overtaken me had he tried。 Little Adèle was half wild with delight when she saw me。 Mrs。 Fairfax received me with her usual plain friendliness。 Leah smiled; and even Sophie bid me “bon soir” with glee。 This was very pleasant; there is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow…creatures; and feeling that your presence is an addition to their fort。

I that evening shut my eyes resolutely against the future: I stopped my cars against the voice that kept warning me of near separation and ing grief。 When tea was over and Mrs。 Fairfax had taken her knitting; and I had assumed a low seat near her; and Adèle; kneeling on the carpet; had nestled close up to me; and a sense of mutual affection seemed to surround us with a ring of golden peace; I uttered a silent prayer that we might not be parted far or soon; but when; as we thus sat; Mr。 Rochester entered; unannounced; and looking at us; seemed to take pleasure in the spectacle of a group so amicable—when he said he supposed the old lady was all right now that she had got her adopted daughter back again; and added that he saw Adèle an Anglaise”—I half ventured to hope that he would; even after his marriage; keep us together somewhere under the shelter of his protection; and not quite exiled from the sunshine of his presence。

A fortnight of dubious calm succeeded my return to Thornfield Hall。 Nothing was said of the master’s marriage; and I saw no preparation going on for such an event。 Almost every day I asked Mrs。 Fairfax if she had yet heard anything decided: her answer was always in the negative。 Once she said she had actually put the question to Mr。 Rochester as to when he was going to bring his bride home; but he had answered her only by a joke and one of his queer looks; and she could not tell what to make of him。

One thing specially surprised me; and that was; there were no journeyings backward and forward; no visits to Ingram Park: to be sure it was twenty miles off; on the borders of another county; but what was that distance to an ardent lover? To so practised and indefatigable a horseman as Mr。 Rochester; it would be but a morning’s ride。 I began to cherish hopes I had no right to conceive: that the match was broken off; that rumour had been mistaken; that one or both parties had changed their minds。 I used to look at my master’s face to see if it were sad or fierce; but I could not remember the time when it had been so uniformly clear of clouds or evil feelings。 If; in the moments I and my pupil spent with him; I lacked spirits and sank into inevitable dejection; he became even gay。 Never had he called me more frequently to his presence; never been kinder to me when there—and; alas! never had I loved him so well。

Chapter 23

A splendid Midsummer shone over England: skies so pure; suns so radiant as were then seen in long succession; seldom favour even singly; our wave…girt land。 It was as if a band of Italian days had e from the South; like a flock of glorious passenger birds; and lighted to rest them on the cliffs of Albion。 The hay was all got in; the fields round Thornfield were green and shorn; the roads white and baked; the trees were in their dark prime; hedge and wood; full…leaved and deeply tinted; contrasted well with the sunny hue of the cleared meadows between。

On Midsummer…eve; Adèle; weary with gathering wild strawberries in Hay Lane half the day; had gone to bed with the sun。 I watched her drop asleep; and when I left her; I sought the garden。

It was now the sweetest hour of the twenty…four:… “Day its fervid fires had wasted;” and dew fell cool on panting plain and scorched summit。 Where the sun had gone down in simple state—pure of the pomp of clouds—spread a solemn purple; burning with the light of red jewel and furnace flame at one point; on one hill…peak; and extending high and wide; soft and still softer; over half heaven。 The east had its own charm or fine deep blue; and its own modest gem; a casino and solitary star: soon it would boast the moon; but she was yet beneath the horizon。

I walked a while on the pavement; but a subtle; well…known scent— that of a cigar—stole from some window; I saw the library casement open a handbreadth; I knew I might be watched thence; so I went apart into the orchard。 No nook in the grounds more sheltered and more Eden…like; it was full of trees; it bloomed with flowers: a very high wall shut it out from the court; on one side; on the other; a beech avenue screened it from the lawn。 At the bottom was a sunk fence; its sole separation from lonely fields: a winding walk; bordered with laurels and terminating in a giant horse… chestnut; circled at the base by a seat; led down to the fence。 Here one could wander unseen。 While such honey…dew fell; such silence reigned; such gloaming gathered; I felt as if I could haunt such shade for ever; but in threading the flower and fruit parterres at the upper part of the enclosure; enticed there by the light the now rising moon cast on this more open quarter; my step is stayed— not by sound; not by sight; but once more by a warning fragrance。

Sweet…briar and southernwood; jasmine; pink; and rose have long been yielding their evening sacrifice of incense: this new scent is neither of shrub nor flower; it is—I know it well—it is Mr。 Rochester’s cigar。 I look round and I listen。 I see trees laden with ripening fruit。 I hear a nightingale warbling in a wood half a mile off; no moving form is visible; no ing step audible; but that perfume increases: I must flee。 I make for the wicket leading to the shrubbery; and I see Mr。 Rochester entering。 I step aside into the ivy recess; he will not stay long: he will soon return whence he came; and if I sit still he will never see me。

But no—eventide is as pleasant to him as to me; and this antique garden as attractive; and he strolls on; now lifting the gooseberry… tree branches to look at the fruit; large as plums; with which they are laden; now taking a ripe cherry from the wall; now stooping towards a knot of flowers; either to inhale their fragrance or to admire the dew…beads on their petals。 A great moth goes humming by me; it alights on a plant at Mr。 Rochester’s foot: he sees it; and bends to examine it。

“Now; he has his back towards me;” thought I; “and he is occupied too; perhaps; if I walk softly; I can slip away unnoticed。”

I trode on an edging of turf that the crackle of the pebbly gravel might not betray me: he was standing among the beds at a yard or two distant from where I had to pass; the moth apparently engaged him。 “I shall get by very well;” I meditated。 As I crossed his shadow; thrown long over the garden by the moon; not yet risen high; he said quietly; without turning—

“Jane; e and look at this fellow。”

I had made no noise: he had not eyes behind—could his shadow feel? I started at first; and then I approached him。

“Look at his wings;” said he; “he reminds me rather of a West Indian insect; one does not often see so large and gay a night…rover in England; there! he is flown。”

The moth roamed away。 I was sheepishly retreating also; but Mr。 Rochester followed me; and when we reached the wicket; he said—

“Turn back: on so lovely a night it is a shame to sit in the house; and surely no one can wish to go to bed while sunset is thus at meeting with moonrise。”

It is one of my faults; that though my tongue is sometimes prompt enough at a

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