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'It is like her: she is so good-natured.'
'Yes.'
Again came the blank of a pause: the clock struck eight strokes. It
aroused him; he uncrossed his legs, sat erect, turned to me.
'Leave your book a moment, and come a little nearer the fire,' he
said.
Wondering, and of my wonder finding no end, I complied.
'Half an hour ago,' he pursued, 'I spoke of my impatience to hear
the sequel of a tale: on reflection, I find the matter will be
better managed by my assuming the narrator's part, and converting
you into a listener. Before commencing, it is but fair to warn you
that the story will sound somewhat hackneyed in your ears; but stale
details often regain a degree of freshness when they pass through
new lips. For the rest, whether trite or novel, it is short.
'Twenty years ago, a poor curate- never mind his name at this
moment- fell in love with a rich man's daughter; she fell in love with
him, and married him, against the advice of all her friends, who
consequently disowned her immediately after the wedding. Before two
years passed, the rash pair were both dead, and laid quietly side by
side under one slab. (I have seen their grave; it formed part of the
pavement of a huge churchyard surrounding the grim, soot-black old
daughter, which, at its very birth, Charity received in her lap-
cold as that of the snow-drift I almost stuck fast in to-night.
Charity carried the friendless thing to the house of its rich maternal
relations; it was reared by an aunt-in-law, called (I come to names
now) Mrs. Reed of Gateshead. You start- did you hear a noise? I
daresay it is only a rat scrambling along the rafters of the adjoining
schoolroom: it was a barn before I had it repaired and altered, and
barns are generally haunted by rats.- To proceed. Mrs. Reed kept the
orphan ten years: whether it was happy or not with her, I cannot
say, never having been told; but at the end of that time she
transferred it to a place you know- being no other than Lowood School,
where you so long resided yourself. It seems her career there was very
honourable: from a pupil, she became a teacher, like yourself-
really it strikes me there are parallel points in her history and
yours- she left it to be a governess: there, again, your fates were
analogous; she undertook the education of the ward of a certain Mr.
Rochester.'
'Mr. Rivers!' I interrupted.
'I can guess your feelings,' he said, 'but restrain them for a
while: I have nearly finished; hear me to the end. Of Mr.
Rochester's character I know nothing, but the one fact that he
professed to offer honourable marriage to this young girl, and that at
the very altar she discovered he had a wife yet alive, though a
lunatic. What his subsequent conduct and proposals were is a matter of
pure conjecture; but when an event transpired which rendered inquiry
after the governess necessary, it was discovered she was gone- no
one could tell when, where, or how. She had left Thornfield Hall in