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JANE EYRE - CHAPTER IV

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  FROM my discourse with Mr. Lloyd, and from the above reported

conference between Bessie and Abbot, I gathered enough of hope to

suffice as a motive for wishing to get well: a change seemed near,-

I desired and waited it in silence. It tarried, however: days and

weeks passed: I had regained my normal state of health, but no new

allusion was made to the subject over which I brooded. Mrs. Reed

surveyed me at times with a severe eye, but seldom addressed me: since

my illness, she had drawn a more marked line of separation than ever

between me and her own children; appointing me a small closet to sleep

in by myself, condemning me to take my meals alone, and pass all my

time in the nursery, while my cousins were constantly in the

drawing-room. Not a hint, however, did she drop about sending me to

school: still I felt an instinctive certainty that she would not

long endure me under the same roof with her; for her glance, now

more than ever, when turned on me, expressed an insuperable and rooted

aversion.

   Eliza and Georgiana, evidently acting according to orders, spoke to

me as little as possible: John thrust his tongue in his cheek whenever

he saw me, and once attempted chastisement; but as I instantly

turned against him, roused by the same sentiment of deep ire and

desperate revolt which had stirred my corruption before, he thought it

better to desist, and ran from me uttering execrations, and vowing I

had burst his nose. I had indeed levelled at that prominent feature as

hard a blow as my knuckles could inflict; and when I saw that either

that or my look daunted him, I had the greatest inclination to

follow up my advantage to purpose; but he was already with his mama. I

heard him in a blubbering tone commence the tale of how 'that nasty

Jane Eyre' had flown at him like a mad cat: he was stopped rather

harshly-

   'Don't talk to me about her, John: I told you not to go near her;

she is not worthy of notice; I do not choose that either you or your

sisters should associate with her.'

   Here, leaning over the banister, I cried out suddenly, and

without at all deliberating on my words-

   'They are not fit to associate with me.'

   Mrs. Reed was rather a stout woman; but, on hearing this strange

and audacious declaration, she ran nimbly up the stair, swept me

like a whirlwind into the nursery, and crushing me down on the edge of

my crib, dared me in an emphatic voice to rise from that place, or

utter one syllable during the remainder of the day.

   'What would Uncle Reed say to you, if he were alive?' was my

scarcely voluntary demand. I say scarcely voluntary, for it seemed

as if my tongue pronounced words, without my will consenting to

their utterance: something spoke out of me over which I had no

control.

   'What?' said Mrs. Reed under her breath: her usually cold

composed grey eye became troubled with a look like fear; she took

her hand from my arm, and gazed at me as if she really did not know

whether I were child or fiend. I was now in for it.

   'My Uncle Reed is in heaven, and can see all you do and think;

and so can papa and mama: they know how you shut me up all day long,

and how you wish me dead.'

   Mrs. Reed soon rallied her spirits: she shook me most soundly,

she boxed both my ears, and then left me without a word. Bessie

supplied the hiatus by a homily of an hour's length, in which she

proved beyond a doubt that I was the most wicked and abandoned child

ever reared under a roof. I half believed her; for I felt indeed

only bad feelings surging in my breast.

   November, December, and half of January passed away. Christmas

and the New Year had been celebrated at Gateshead with the usual

festive cheer; presents had been interchanged, dinners and evening

parties given. From every enjoyment I was, of course, excluded: my

share of the gaiety consisted in witnessing the daily apparelling of

Eliza and Georgiana, and seeing them descend to the drawing-room,

dressed out in thin muslin frocks and scarlet sashes, with hair

elaborately ringleted; and afterwards, in listening to the sound of

the piano or the harp played below, to the passing to and fro of the

butler and footman, to the jingling of glass and china as refreshments

were handed, to the broken hum of conversation as the drawing-room

door opened and closed. When tired of this occupation, I would

retire from the stair-head to the solitary and silent nursery:

there, though somewhat sad, I was not miserable. To speak truth, I had

not the least wish to go into company, for in company I was very

rarely noticed; and if Bessie had but been kind and companionable, I

should have deemed it a treat to spend the evenings quietly with

her, instead of passing them under the formidable eye of Mrs. Reed, in

a room full of ladies and gentlemen. But Bessie, as soon as she had

dressed her young ladies, used to take herself off to the lively

regions of the kitchen and housekeeper's room, generally bearing the

candle along with her. I then sat with my doll on my knee till the

fire got low, glancing round occasionally to make sure that nothing

worse than myself haunted the shadowy room; and when the embers sank

to a dull red, I undressed hastily, tugging at knots and strings as

I best might, and sought shelter from cold and darkness in my crib. To

this crib I always took my doll; human beings must love something,

and, in the dearth of worthier objects of affection, I contrived to

find a pleasure in loving and cherishing a faded graven image,

shabby as a miniature scarecrow. It puzzles me now to remember with

what absurd sincerity I doated on this little toy, half fancying it

alive and capable of sensation. I could not sleep unless it was folded

in my night-gown; and when it lay there safe and warm, I was

comparatively happy, believing it to be happy likewise.

   Long did the hours seem while I waited the departure of the

company, and listened for the sound of Bessie's step on the stairs:

sometimes she would come up in the interval to seek her thimble or her

scissors, or perhaps to bring me something by way of supper- a bun

or a cheese-cake- then she would sit on the bed while I ate it, and

when I had finished, she would tuck the clothes round me, and twice

she kissed me, and said, 'Good night, Miss Jane.' When thus gentle,

Bessie seemed to me the best, prettiest, kindest being in the world;

and I wished most intensely that she would always be so pleasant and

amiable, and never push me about, or scold, or task me unreasonably,

as she was too often wont to do. Bessie, Lee must, I think, have

been a girl of good natural capacity, for she was smart in all she

did, and had a remarkable knack of narrative; so, at least, I judge

from the impression made on me by her nursery tales. She was pretty

too, if my recollections of her face and person are correct. I

remember her as a slim young woman, with black hair, dark eyes, very

nice features, and good, clear complexion; but she had a capricious

and hasty temper, and indifferent ideas of principle or justice:

still, such as she was, I preferred her to any one else at Gateshead

Hall.

   It was the fifteenth of January, about nine o'clock in the morning:

Bessie was gone down to breakfast; my cousins had not yet been

summoned to their mama; Eliza was putting on her bonnet and warm

garden-coat to go and feed her poultry, an occupation of which she was

fond: and not less so of selling the eggs to the housekeeper and

hoarding up the money she thus obtained. She had a turn for traffic,

and a marked propensity for saving; shown not only in the vending of

eggs and chickens, but also in driving hard bargains with the gardener

about flower-roots, seeds, and slips of plants; that functionary

having orders from Mrs. Reed to buy of his young lady all the products

of her parterre she wished to sell: and Eliza would have sold the hair

off her head if she could have made a handsome profit thereby. As to

her money, she first secreted it in odd corners, wrapped in a rag or

an old curl-paper; but some of these hoards having been discovered

by the housemaid, Eliza, fearful of one day losing her valued

treasure, consented to intrust it to her mother, at a usurious rate of

interest- fifty or sixty per cent.; which interest she exacted every

quarter, keeping her accounts in a little book with anxious accuracy.

   Georgiana sat on a high stool, dressing her hair at the glass,

and interweaving her curls with artificial flowers and faded feathers,

of which she had found a store in a drawer in the attic. I was

making my bed, having received strict orders from Bessie to get it

arranged before she returned, (for Bessie now frequently employed me

as a sort of under-nurserymaid, to tidy the room, dust the chairs,

etc.). Having spread the quilt and folded my night-dress, I went to

the window-seat to put in order some picture-books and doll's house

furniture scattered there; an abrupt command from Georgiana to let her

playthings alone (for the tiny chairs and mirrors, the fairy plates

and cups, were her property) stopped my proceedings; and then, for

lack of other occupation, I fell to breathing on the frost-flowers

with which the window was fretted, and thus clearing a space in the

glass through which I might look out on the grounds, where all was

still and petrified under the influence of a hard frost.

   From this window were visible the porter's lodge and the

carriage-road, and just as I had dissolved so much of the silver-white

foliage veiling the panes as left room to look out, I saw the gates

thrown open and a carriage roll through. I watched it ascending the

drive with indifference; carriages often came to Gateshead, but none

ever brought visitors in whom I was interested; it stopped in front of

the house, the door-bell rang loudly, the new-comer was admitted.

All this being nothing to me, my vacant attention soon found

livelier attraction in the spectacle of a little hungry robin, which

came and chirruped on the twigs of the leafless cherry-tree nailed

against the wall near the casement. The remains of my breakfast of

bread and milk stood on the table, and having crumbled a morsel of

roll, I was tugging at the sash to put out the crumbs on the

window-sill, when Bessie came running upstairs into the nursery.

   'Miss Jane, take off your pinafore; what are you doing there?

Have you washed your hands and face this morning?' I gave another

tug before I answered, for I wanted the bird to be secure of its

bread: the sash yielded; I scattered the crumbs, some on the stone

sill, some on the cherry-tree bough, then, closing the window, I

replied-

   'No, Bessie; I have only just finished dusting.'

   'Troublesome, careless child! and what are you doing now? You

look quite red, as if you have been about some mischief: what were you

opening the window for?'

   I was spared the trouble of answering, for Bessie seemed in too

great a hurry to listen to explanations; she hauled me to the

washstand, inflicted a merciless, but happily brief scrub on my face

and hands with soap, water, and a coarse towel; disciplined my head

with a bristly brush, denuded me of my pinafore, and then hurrying

me to the top of the stairs, bid me go down directly, as I was

wanted in the breakfast-room.

   I would have asked who wanted me: I would have demanded if Mrs.

Reed was there; but Bessie was already gone, and had closed the

nursery-door upon me. I slowly descended. For nearly three months, I

had never been called to Mrs. Reed's presence; restricted so long to

the nursery, the breakfast, dining, and drawing-rooms were become

for me awful regions, on which it dismayed me to intrude.

   I now stood in the empty hall; before me was the breakfast-room

door, and I stopped, intimidated and trembling. What a miserable

little poltroon had fear, engendered of unjust punishment, made of

me in those days! I feared to return to the nursery, and feared to

go forward to the parlour; ten minutes I stood in agitated hesitation;

the vehement ringing of the breakfast-room bell decided me; I must

enter.

   'Who could want me?' I asked inwardly, as with both hands I

turned the stiff door-handle, which, for a second or two, resisted

my efforts. 'What should I see besides Aunt Reed in the apartment?-

a man or a woman?' The handle turned, the door unclosed, and passing

through and curtseying low, I looked up at- a black pillar!- such,

at least, appeared to me, at first sight, the straight, narrow,

sable-clad shape standing erect on the rug: the grim face at the top

was like a carved mask, placed above the shaft by way of capital.

   Mrs. Reed occupied her usual seat by the fireside; she made a

signal to me to approach; I did so, and she introduced me to the stony

stranger with the words: 'This is the little girl respecting whom I

applied to you.'

   He, for it was a man, turned his head slowly towards where I stood,

and having examined me with the two inquisitive-looking grey eyes

which twinkled under a pair of bushy brows, said solemnly, and in a

bass voice, 'Her size is small: what is her age?'

   'Ten years.'

   'So much?' was the doubtful answer; and he prolonged his scrutiny

for some minutes. Presently he addressed me-

   'Your name, little girl?'

   'Jane Eyre, sir.'

   In uttering these words I looked up: he seemed to me a tall

gentleman; but then I was very little; his features were large, and

they and all the lines of his frame were equally harsh and prim.

   'Well, Jane Eyre, and are you a good child?'

   Impossible to reply to this in the affirmative: my little world

held a contrary opinion: I was silent. Mrs. Reed answered for me by an

expressive shake of the head, adding soon, 'Perhaps the less said on

that subject the better, Mr. Brocklehurst.'

   'Sorry indeed to hear it! she and I must have some talk;' and

bending from the perpendicular, he installed his person in the

arm-chair opposite Mrs. Reed's. 'Come here,' he said.

   I stepped across the rug; he placed me square and straight before

him. What a face he had, now that it was almost on a level with

mine! what a great nose! and what a mouth! and what large prominent

teeth!

   'No sight so sad as that of a naughty child,' he began, 'especially

a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?'

   'They go to hell,' was my ready and orthodox answer.

   'And what is hell? Can you tell me that?'

   'A pit full of fire.'

   'And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there

for ever?'

   'No, sir.'

   'What must you do to avoid it?'

   I deliberated a moment; my answer, when it did come, was

objectionable: 'I must keep in good health, and not die.'

   'How can you keep in good health? Children younger than you die

daily. I buried a little child of five years old only a day or two

since,- a good little child, whose soul is now in heaven. It is to

be feared the same could not be said of you were you to be called

hence.'

   Not being in a condition to remove his doubt, I only cast my eyes

down on the two large feet planted on the rug, and sighed, wishing

myself far enough away.

   'I hope that sigh is from the heart, and that you repent of ever

having been the occasion of discomfort to your excellent

benefactress.'

   'Benefactress! benefactress!' said I inwardly: 'they all call

Mrs. Reed my benefactress; if so, a benefactress is a disagreeable

thing.'

   'Do you say your prayers night and morning?' continued my

interrogator.

   'Yes, sir.'

   'Do you read your Bible?'

   'Sometimes.'

   'With pleasure? Are you fond of it?'

   'I like Revelations, and the book of Daniel, and Genesis and

Samuel, and a little bit of Exodus, and some parts of Kings and

Chronicles, and Job and Jonah.'

   'And the Psalms? I hope you like them?'

   'No, sir.'

   'No? oh, shocking! I have a little boy, younger than you, who knows

six Psalms by heart: and when you ask him which he would rather

have, a gingerbread-nut to eat or a verse of a Psalm to learn, he

says: "Oh! the verse of a Psalm! angels sing Psalms;" says he, "I wish

to be a little angel here below;" he then gets two nuts in

recompense for his infant piety.'

   'Psalms are not interesting,' I remarked.

   'That proves you have a wicked heart; and you must pray to God to

change it: to give you a new and clean one: to take away your heart of

stone and give you a heart of flesh.'

   I was about to propound a question, touching the manner in which

that operation of changing my heart was to be performed, when Mrs.

Reed interposed, telling me to sit down; she then proceeded to carry

on the conversation herself.

   'Mr. Brocklehurst, I believe I intimated in the letter which I

wrote to you three weeks ago, that this little girl has not quite

the character and disposition I could wish: should you admit her

into Lowood school, I should be glad if the superintendent and

teachers were requested to keep a strict eye on her, and, above all,

to guard against her worst fault, a tendency to deceit. I mention this

in your hearing, Jane, that you may not attempt to impose on Mr.

Brocklehurst.'

   Well might I dread, well might I dislike Mrs. Reed; for it was

her nature to wound me cruelly; never was I happy in her presence;

however carefully I obeyed, however strenuously I strove to please

her, my efforts were still repulsed and repaid by such sentences as

the above. Now, uttered before a stranger, the accusation cut me to

the heart; I dimly perceived that she was already obliterating hope

from the new phase of existence which she destined me to enter; I

felt, though I could not have expressed the feeling, that she was

sowing aversion and unkindness along my future path; I saw myself

transformed under Mr. Brocklehurst's eye into an artful, noxious

child, and what could I do to remedy the injury?

   'Nothing, indeed,' thought I, as I struggled to repress a sob,

and hastily wiped away some tears, the impotent evidences of my

anguish.

   'Deceit is, indeed, a sad fault in a child,' said Mr. Brocklehurst;

'it is akin to falsehood, and all liars will have their portion in the

lake burning with fire and brimstone; she shall, however, be

watched, Mrs. Reed. I will speak to Miss Temple and the teachers.'

   'I should wish her to be brought up in a manner suiting her

prospects,' continued my benefactress; 'to be made useful, to be

kept humble: as for the vacations, she will, with your permission,

spend them always at Lowood.'

   'Your decisions are perfectly judicious, madam,' returned Mr.

Brocklehurst. 'Humility is a Christian grace, and one peculiarly

appropriate to the pupils of Lowood; I, therefore, direct that

especial care shall be bestowed on its cultivation amongst them. I

have studied how best to mortify in them the worldly sentiment of

pride; and, only the other day, I had a pleasing proof of my

success. My second daughter, Augusta, went with her mama to visit

the school, and on her return she exclaimed: "Oh, dear papa, how quiet

and plain all the girls at Lowood look, with their hair combed

behind their ears, and their long pinafores, and those little

holland pockets outside their frocks- they are almost like poor

people's children! and," said she, "they looked at my dress and

mama's, as if they had never seen a silk gown before."'

   'This is the state of things I quite approve,' returned Mrs.

Reed; 'had I sought all England over, I could scarcely have found a

system more exactly fitting a child like Jane Eyre. Consistency, my

dear Mr. Brocklehurst; I advocate consistency in all things.'

   'Consistency, madam, is the first of Christian duties; and it has

been observed in every arrangement connected with the establishment of

Lowood: plain fare, simple attire, unsophisticated accommodations,

hardy and active habits; such is the order of the day in the house and

its inhabitants.'

   'Quite right, sir. I may then depend upon this child being received

as a pupil at Lowood, and there being trained in conformity to her

position and prospects?'

   'Madam, you may: she shall be placed in that nursery of chosen

plants, and I trust she will show herself grateful for the inestimable

privilege of her election.'

   'I will send her, then, as soon as possible, Mr. Brocklehurst; for,

I assure you, I feel anxious to be relieved of a responsibility that

was becoming too irksome.'

   'No doubt, no doubt, madam; and now I wish you good morning. I

shall return to Brocklehurst Hall in the course of a week or two: my

good friend, the Archdeacon, will not permit me to leave him sooner. I

shall send Miss Temple notice that she is to expect a new girl, so

that there will be no difficulty about receiving her. Good-bye.'

   'Good-bye, Mr. Brocklehurst; remember me to Mrs. and Miss

Brocklehurst, and to Augusta and Theodore, and Master Broughton

Brocklehurst.'

   'I will, madam. Little girl, here is a book entitled the Child's

Guide; read it with prayer, especially that part containing "An

addicted to falsehood and deceit."'

   With these words Mr. Brocklehurst put into my hand a thin

pamphlet sewn in a cover, and having rung for his carriage, he

departed.

   Mrs. Reed and I were left alone: some minutes passed in silence;

she was sewing, I was watching her. Mrs. Reed might be at that time

some six or seven and thirty; she was a woman of robust frame,

square-shouldered and strong-limbed, not tall, and, though stout,

not obese: she had a somewhat large face, the under jaw being much

developed and very solid; her brow was low, her chin large and

prominent, mouth and nose sufficiently regular; under her light

eyebrows glimmered an eye devoid of ruth; her skin was dark and

opaque, her hair nearly flaxen; her constitution was sound as a

bell- illness never came near her; she was an exact, clever manager;

her household and tenantry were thoroughly under her control; her

children only at times defied her authority and laughed it to scorn;

she dressed well, and had a presence and port calculated to set off

handsome attire.

   Sitting on a low stool, a few yards from her arm-chair, I

examined her figure; I perused her features. In my hand I held the

tract containing the sudden death of the Liar, to which narrative my

attention had been pointed as to an appropriate warning. What had just

passed; what Mrs. Reed had said concerning me to Mr. Brocklehurst; the

whole tenor of their conversation, was recent, raw, and stinging in my

mind; I had felt every word as acutely as I had heard it plainly,

and a passion of resentment fomented now within me.

   Mrs. Reed looked up from her work; her eye settled on mine, her

fingers at the same time suspended their nimble movements.

   'Go out of the room; return to the nursery,' was her mandate. My

look or something else must have struck her as offensive, for she

spoke with extreme though suppressed irritation. I got up, I went to

the door; I came back again; I walked to the window, across the

room, then close up to her.

   Speak I must: I had been trodden on severely, and must turn: but

how? What strength had I to dart retaliation at my antagonist? I

gathered my energies and launched them in this blunt sentence-

   'I am not deceitful: if I were, I should say I loved you; but I

declare I do not love you: I dislike you the worst of anybody in the

world except John Reed; and this book about the liar, you may give

to your girl, Georgiana, for it is she who tells lies, and not I.'

   Mrs. Reed's hands still lay on her work inactive: her eye of ice

continued to dwell freezingly on mine.

   'What more have you to say?' she asked, rather in the tone in which

a person might address an opponent of adult age than such as is

ordinarily used to a child.

   That eye of hers, that voice stirred every antipathy I had. Shaking

from head to foot, thrilled with ungovernable excitement, I continued-

   'I am glad you are no relation of mine: I will never call you

aunt again so long as I live. I will never come to see you when I am

grown up; and if any one asks me how I liked you, and how you

treated me, I will say the very thought of you makes me sick, and that

you treated me with miserable cruelty.'

   'How dare you affirm that, Jane Eyre?'

   'How dare I, Mrs. Reed? How dare I? Because it is the truth. You

think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or

kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity. I shall remember

how you thrust me back- roughly and violently thrust me back- into the

red-room, and locked me up there, to my dying day; though I was in

agony; though I cried out, while suffocating with distress, "Have

mercy! Have mercy, Aunt Reed!" And that punishment you made me

suffer because your wicked boy struck me- knocked me down for nothing.

I will tell anybody who asks me questions, this exact tale. People

think you a good woman, but you are bad, hard-hearted. You are

deceitful!'

   Ere I had finished this reply, my soul began to expand, to exult,

with the strangest sense of freedom, of triumph, I ever felt. It

seemed as if an invisible bond had burst, and that I had struggled out

into unhoped-for liberty. Not without cause was this sentiment: Mrs.

Reed looked frightened; her work had slipped from her knee; she was

lifting up her hands, rocking herself to and fro, and even twisting

her face as if she would cry.

   'Jane, you are under a mistake: what is the matter with you? Why do

you tremble so violently? Would you like to drink some water?'

   'No, Mrs. Reed.'

   'Is there anything else you wish for, Jane? I assure you, I

desire to be your friend.'

   'Not you. You told Mr. Brocklehurst I had a bad character, a

deceitful disposition; and I'll let everybody at Lowood know what

you are, and what you have done.'

   'Jane, you don't understand these things: children must be

corrected for their faults.'

   'Deceit is not my fault!' I cried out in a savage, high voice.

   'But you are passionate, Jane, that you must allow: and now

return to the nursery- there's a dear- and lie down a little.'

   'I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon,

Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.'

   'I will indeed send her to school soon,' murmured Mrs. Reed sotto

voce; and gathering up her work, she abruptly quitted the apartment.

   I was left there alone- winner of the field. It was the hardest

battle I had fought, and the first victory I had gained: I stood

awhile on the rug, where Mr. Brocklehurst had stood, and I enjoyed

my conqueror's solitude. First, I smiled to myself and felt elate; but

this fierce pleasure subsided in me as fast as did the accelerated

throb of my pulses. A child cannot quarrel with its elders, as I had

done; cannot give its furious feelings uncontrolled play, as I had

given mine, without experiencing afterwards the pang of remorse and

the chill of reaction. A ridge of lighted heath, alive, glancing,

devouring, would have been a meet emblem of my mind when I accused and

menaced Mrs. Reed: the same ridge, black and blasted after the

flames are dead, would have represented as meetly my subsequent

condition, when half an hour's silence and reflection had shown me the

madness of my conduct, and the dreariness of my hated and hating

position.

   Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic

wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour,

metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.

Willingly would I now have gone and asked Mrs. Reed's pardon; but I

knew, partly from experience and partly from instinct, that was the

way to make her repulse me with double scorn, thereby re-exciting

every turbulent impulse of my nature.

   I would fain exercise some better faculty than that of fierce

speaking; fain find nourishment for some less fiendish feeling than

that of sombre indignation. I took a book- some Arabian tales; I sat

down and endeavoured to read. I could make no sense of the subject; my

own thoughts swam always between me and the page I had usually found

fascinating. I opened the glass-door in the breakfast-room: the

shrubbery was quite still: the black frost reigned, unbroken by sun or

breeze, through the grounds. I covered my head and arms with the skirt

of my frock, and went out to walk in a part of the plantation which

was quite sequestered; but I found no pleasure in the silent trees,

the falling fir-cones, the congealed relics of autumn, russet

leaves, swept by past winds in heaps, and now stiffened together. I

leaned against a gate, and looked into an empty field where no sheep

were feeding, where the short grass was nipped and blanched. It was

a very grey day; a most opaque sky, 'onding on snaw,' canopied all;

thence flakes fell at intervals, which settled on the hard path and on

the hoary lea without melting. I stood, a wretched child enough,

whispering to myself over and over again, 'What shall I do?- what

shall I do?'

   All at once I heard a clear voice call, 'Miss Jane! where are

you? Come to lunch!'

   It was Bessie, I knew well enough; but I did not stir; her light

step came tripping down the path.

   'You naughty little thing!' she said. 'Why don't you come when

you are called?'

   Bessie's presence, compared with the thoughts over which I had been

brooding, seemed cheerful; even though, as usual, she was somewhat

cross. The fact is, after my conflict with and victory over Mrs. Reed,

I was not disposed to care much for the nursemaid's transitory

anger; and I was disposed to bask in her youthful lightness of

heart. I just put my two arms round her and said, 'Come, Bessie! don't

scold.'

   The action was more frank and fearless than any I was habituated to

indulge in: somehow it pleased her.

   'You are a strange child, Miss Jane,' she said, as she looked

down at me; 'a little roving, solitary thing: and you are going to

school, I suppose?'

   I nodded.

   'And won't you be sorry to leave poor Bessie?'

   'What does Bessie care for me? She is always scolding me.'

   'Because you're such a queer, frightened, shy little thing. You

should be bolder.'

   'What! to get more knocks?'

   'Nonsense! But you are rather put upon, that's certain. My mother

said, when she came to see me last week, that she would not like a

little one of her own to be in your place.- Now, come in, and I've

some good news for you.'

   'I don't think you have, Bessie.'

   'Child! what do you mean? What sorrowful eyes you fix on me!

Well, but Missis and the young ladies and Master John are going out to

tea this afternoon, and you shall have tea with me. I'll ask cook to

bake you a little cake, and then you shall help me to look over your

drawers; for I am soon to pack your trunk. Missis intends you to leave

Gateshead in a day or two, and you shall choose what toys you like

to take with you.'

   'Bessie, you must promise not to scold me any more till I go.'

   'Well, I will; but mind you are a very good girl, and don't be

afraid of me. Don't start when I chance to speak rather sharply;

it's so provoking.'

   'I don't think I shall ever be afraid of you again, Bessie, because

I have got used to you, and I shall soon have another set of people to

dread.'

   'If you dread them they'll dislike you.'

   'As you do, Bessie?'

   'I don't dislike you, Miss: I believe I am fonder of you than of

all the others.'

   'You don't show it.'

   'You little sharp thing! you've got quite a new way of talking.

What makes you so venturesome and hardy?'

   'Why, I shall soon be away from you, and besides'- I was going to

say something about what had passed between me and Mrs. Reed, but on

second thoughts I considered it better to remain silent on that head.

   'And so you're glad to leave me?'

   'Not at all, Bessie; indeed, just now I'm rather sorry.'

   'Just now! and rather! How coolly my little lady says it! I daresay

now if I were to ask you for a kiss you wouldn't give it me: you'd say

you'd rather not.'

   'I'll kiss you and welcome: bend your head down.' Bessie stooped;

we mutually embraced, and I followed her into the house quite

comforted. That afternoon lapsed in peace and harmony; and in the

evening Bessie told me some of her most enchaining stories, and sang

me some of her sweetest songs. Even for me life had its gleams of

sunshine.

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