s moment John approached him from some quarter。 “Will you take my arm； sir？” he said； “there is a heavy shower ing on： had you not better go in？” “Let me alone；” was the answer。 John withdrew without having observed me。 Mr。 Rochester now tried to walk about： vainly；—all was too uncertain。 He groped his way back to the house； and； re…entering it； closed the door。 I now drew near and knocked： John’s wife opened for me。 “Mary；” I said； “how are you？” She started as if she had seen a ghost： I calmed her。 To her hurried “Is it really you； miss； e at this late hour to this lonely place？” I answered by taking her hand； and then I followed her into the kitchen； where John now sat by a good fire。 I explained to them； in few words； that I had heard all which had happened since I left Thornfield； and that I was e to see Mr。 Rochester。 I asked John to go down to the turn…pike…house； where I had dismissed the chaise； and bring my trunk； which I had left there： and then； while I removed my bon and shaary as to whether I could be acmodated at the Manor House for the night； and finding that arrangements to that effect； though difficult； would not be impossible； I informed her I should stay。 Just at this moment the parlour…bell rang。 “When you go in；” said I； “tell your master that a person wishes to speak to him； but do not give my name。” “I don’t think he will see you；” she answered； “he refuses everybody。” When she returned； I inquired what he had said。 “You are to send in your name and your business；” she replied。 She then proceeded to fill a glass with water； and place it on a tray； together with candles。 “Is that what he rang for？” I asked。 “Yes： he always has candles brought in at dark； though he is blind。” “Give the tray to me； I will carry it in。” I took it from her hand： she pointed me out the parlour door。 The tray shook as I held it； the water spilt from the glass； my heart struck my ribs loud and fast。 Mary opened the door for me； and shut it behind me。 This parlour looked gloomy： a neglected handful of fire burnt low in the grate； and； leaning over it； with his head supported against the high； old…fashioned mantelpiece； appeared the blind tenant of the room。 His old dog； Pilot； lay on one side； removed out of the way； and coiled up as if afraid of being inadvertently trodden upon。 Pilot pricked up his ears when I came in： then he jumped up with a yelp and a whine； and bounded towards me： he almost knocked the tray from my hands。 I set it on the table； then patted him； and said softly； “Lie down！” Mr。 Rochester turned mechanically to see what the motion was： but as he saw nothing； he returned and sighed。 “Give me the water； Mary；” he said。 I approached him with the now only half…filled glass； Pilot followed me； still excited。 “What is the matter？” he inquired。 “Down； Pilot！” I again said。 He checked the water on its way to his lips； and seemed to listen： he drank； and put the glass down。 “This is you； Mary； is it not？” “Mary is in the kitchen；” I answered。 He put out his hand with a quick gesture； but not seeing where I stood； he did not touch me。 “Who is this？ Who is this？” he demanded； trying； as it seemed； to SEE with those sightless eyes— unavailing and distressing attempt！ “Answer me—speak again！” he ordered； imperiously and aloud。 “Will you have a little more water； sir？ I spilt half of what was in the glass；” I said。 “Who is it？ What is it？ Who speaks？” “Pilot knows me； and John and Mary know I am here。 I came only this evening；” I answered。 “Great God！—what delusion has e over me？ What sweet madness has seized me？” “No delusion—no madness： your mind； sir； is too strong for delusion； your health too sound for frenzy。” “And where is the speaker？ Is it only a voice？ Oh！ I cannot see； but I must feel； or my heart will stop and my brain burst。 Whatever—whoever you are—be perceptible to the touch or I cannot live！” He groped； I arrested his wandering hand； and prisoned it in both mine。 “Her very fingers！” he cried； “her small； slight fingers！ If so there must be more of her。” The muscular hand broke from my custody； my arm was seized； my shoulder—neck—waist—I was entwined and gathered to him。 “Is it Jane？ What is it？ This is her shape—this is her size—” “And this her voice；” I added。 “She is all here： her heart； too。 God bless you； sir！ I am glad to be so near you again。” “Jane Eyre！—Jane Eyre；” was all he said。 “My dear master；” I answered； “I am Jane Eyre： I have found you out—I am e back to you。” “In truth？—in the flesh？ My living Jane？” “You touch me； sir；—you hold me； and fast enough： I am not cold like a corpse； nor vacant like air； am I？” “My living darling！ These are certainly her limbs； and these her features； but I cannot be so blest； after all my misery。 It is a dream； such dreams as I have had at night when I have clasped her once more to my heart； as I do now； and kissed her； as thus—and felt that she loved me； and trusted that she would not leave me。” “Which I never will； sir； from this day。” “Never will； says the vision？ But I always woke and found it an empty mockery； and I was desolate and abandoned—my life dark； lonely； hopeless—my soul athirst and forbidden to drink—my heart famished and never to be fed。 Gentle； soft dream； nestling in my arms now； you will fly； too； as your sisters have all fled before you： but kiss me before you go—embrace me； Jane。” “There； sir—and there！”’ I pressed my lips to his once brilliant and now rayless eyes—I swept his hair from his brow； and kissed that too。 He suddenly seemed to arouse himself： the conviction of the reality of all this seized him。 “It is you—is it； Jane？ You are e back to me then？” “I am。” “And you do not lie dead in some ditch under some stream？ And you are not a pining outcast amongst strangers？” “No； sir！ I am an independent woman now。” “Independent！ What do you mean； Jane？” “My uncle in Madeira is dead； and he left me five thousand pounds。” “Ah！ this is practical—this is real！” he cried： “I should never dream that。 Besides； there is that peculiar voice of hers； so animating and piquant； a