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the attentions of John himself, I went in search of Mr. Rochester.
He was not in any of the lower rooms; he was not in the yard, the
stables, or the grounds. I asked Mrs. Fairfax if she had seen him;-
yes: she believed he was playing billiards with Miss Ingram. To the
billiard-room I hastened: the click of balls and the hum of voices
resounded thence; Mr. Rochester, Miss Ingram, the two Misses Eshton,
and their admirers, were all busied in the game. It required some
courage to disturb so interesting a party; my errand, however, was one
I could not defer, so I approached the master where he stood at Miss
Ingram's side. She turned as I drew near, and looked at me
haughtily: her eyes seemed to demand, 'What can the creeping
creature want now?' and when I said, in a low voice, 'Mr.
Rochester,' she made a movement as if tempted to order me away. I
remember her appearance at the moment- it was very graceful and very
striking: she wore a morning robe of sky-blue crape; a gauzy azure
scarf was twisted in her hair. She had been all animation with the
game, and irritated pride did not lower the expression of her
haughty lineaments.
'Does that person want you?' she inquired of Mr. Rochester; and Mr.
Rochester turned to see who the 'person' was. He made a curious
grimace- one of his strange and equivocal demonstrations- threw down
his cue and followed me from the room.
'Well, Jane?' he said, as he rested his back against the
school-room door, which he had shut.
'If you please, sir, I want leave of absence for a week or two.'
'What to do?- where to go?'
'To see a sick lady who has sent for me.'
'What sick lady?- where does she live?'
for people to see her that distance?'
'Her name is Reed sir- Mrs. Reed.'
'Reed of Gateshead? There was a Reed of Gateshead, a magistrate.'
'It is his widow, sir.'
'And what have you to do with her? How do you know her?'
'Mr. Reed was my uncle- my mother's brother.'
'The deuce he was! You never told me that before: you always said
you had no relations.'
'None that would own me, sir. Mr. Reed is dead, and his wife cast
me off.'
'Why?'
'Because I was poor, and burdensome, and she disliked me.'
'But Reed left children?- you must have cousins? Sir George Lynn
was talking of a Reed of Gateshead yesterday, who, he said, was one of
the veriest rascals on town; and Ingram was mentioning a Georgiana
Reed of the same place, who was much admired for her beauty a season
or two ago in London.'
'John Reed is dead, too, sir: he ruined himself and half-ruined his
family, and is supposed to have committed suicide. The news so shocked
his mother that it brought on an apoplectic attack.'
'And what good can you do her? Nonsense, Jane! I would never
think of running a hundred miles to see an old lady who will, perhaps,
be dead before you reach her: besides, you say she cast you off.'
'Yes, sir, but that is long ago; and when her circumstances were