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separation and coming grief. When tea was over and Mrs. Fairfax had
taken her knitting, and I had assumed a low seat near her, and
Adele, 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 Adele was 'prete a croquer sa petite maman 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.
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CHAPTER XXIII
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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
come 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,