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“Our uncle John is dead；” said he。
Both the sisters seemed struck： not shocked or appalled； the tidings appeared in their eyes rather momentous than afflicting。
“Dead？” repeated Diana。
“Yes。”
She riveted a searching gaze on her brother’s face。 “And what then？” she demanded； in a low voice。
“What then； Die？” he replied； maintaining a marble immobility of feature。 “What then？ Why—nothing。 Read。”
He threw the letter into her lap。 She glanced over it； and handed it to Mary。 Mary perused it in silence； and returned it to her brother。 All three looked at each other； and all three smiled—a dreary； pensive smile enough。
“Amen！ We can yet live；” said Diana at last。
“At any rate； it makes us no worse off than we were before；” remarked Mary。
“Only it forces rather strongly on the mind the picture of what might have been；” said Mr。 Rivers； “and contrasts it somewhat too vividly with what IS。”
He folded the letter； locked it in his desk； and again went out。
For some minutes no one spoke。 Diana then turned to me。
“Jane； you will wonder at us and our mysteries；” she said； “and think us hard…hearted beings not to be more moved at the death of so near a relation as an uncle； but we have never seen him or known him。 He was my mother’s brother。 My father and he quarrelled long ago。 It was by his advice that my father risked most of his property in the speculation that ruined him。 Mutual recrimination passed between them： they parted in anger； and were never reconciled。 My uncle engaged afterwards in more prosperous undertakings： it appears he realised a fortune of twenty thousand pounds。 He was never married； and had no near kindred but ourselves and one other person； not more closely related than we。 My father always cherished the idea that he would atone for his error by leaving his possessions to us； that letter informs us that he has bequeathed every penny to the other relation； with the exception of thirty guineas； to be divided between St。 John； Diana； and Mary Rivers； for the purchase of three mourning rings。 He had a right； of course； to do as he pleased： and yet a momentary damp is cast on the spirits by the receipt of such news。 Mary and I would have esteemed ourselves rich with a thousand pounds each； and to St。 John such a sum would have been valuable； for the good it would have enabled him to do。”
This explanation given； the subject was dropped； and no further reference made to it by either Mr。 Rivers or his sisters。 The next day I left Marsh End for Morton。 The day after； Diana and Mary quitted it for distant B…。 In a week； Mr。 Rivers and Hannah repaired to the parsonage： and so the old grange was abandoned。
Chapter 31
My home； then； when I at last find a home；—is a cottage； a little room with whitewashed walls and a sanded floor； containing four painted chairs and a table； a clock； a cupboard； with two or three plates and dishes； and a set of tea…things in delf。 Above； a chamber of the same dimensions as the kitchen； with a deal bedstead and chest of drawers； small； yet too large to be filled with my scanty wardrobe： though the kindness of my gentle and generous friends has increased that； by a modest stock of such things as are necessary。
It is evening。 I have dismissed； with the fee of an orange； the little orphan who serves me as a handmaid。 I am sitting alone on the hearth。 This morning； the village school opened。 I had twenty scholars。 But three of the number can read： none write or cipher。 Several knit； and a few sew a little。 They speak with the broadest accent of the district。 At present； they and I have a difficulty in understanding each other’s language。 Some of them are unmannered； rough； intractable； as well as ignorant； but others are docile； have a wish to learn； and evince a disposition that pleases me。 I must not forget that these coarsely…clad little peasants are of flesh and blood as good as the scions of gentlest genealogy； and that the germs of native excellence； refinement； intelligence； kind feeling； are as likely to exist in their hearts as in those of the best…born。 My duty will be to develop these germs： surely I shall find some happiness in discharging that office。 Much enjoyment I do not expect in the life opening before me： yet it will； doubtless； if I regulate my mind； and exert my powers as I ought； yield me enough to live on from day to day。
Was I very gleeful； settled； content； during the hours I passed in yonder bare； humble schoolroom this morning and afternoon？ Not to deceive myself； I must reply—No： I felt desolate to a degree。 I felt—yes； idiot that I am—I felt degraded。 I doubted I had taken a step which sank instead of raising me in the scale of social existence。 I was weakly dismayed at the ignorance； the poverty； the coarseness of all I heard and saw round me。 But let me not hate and despise myself too much for these feelings； I know them to be wrong—that is a great step gained； I shall strive to overe them。 To… morrow； I trust； I shall get the better of them partially； and in a few weeks； perhaps； they will be quite subdued。 In a few months； it is possible； the happiness of seeing progress； and a change for the better in my scholars may substitute gratification for disgust。
Meantime； let me ask myself one question—Which is better？—To have surrendered to temptation； listened to passion； made no painful effort—no struggle；—but to have sunk down in the silken snare； fallen asleep on the flowers covering it； wakened in a southern clime； amongst the luxuries of a pleasure villa： to have been now living in France； Mr。 Rochester’s mistress； delirious with his love half my time—for he would—oh； yes； he would have loved me well for a while。 He did love me—no one will ever love me so again。 I shall never more know the sweet homage given to beauty； youth； and grace—for never to any one else shall I seem to possess these charms。 He was fond and proud of me—it is what no man besides will ever be。—But where am I wandering； and what am I saying； and above all； feeling？ Whether is it better； I ask； to be a slave in a fool’s paradise at Marseilles—fevered with delusive bliss one hour—suffocating with the bitterest tears of remorse and shame the next—or to be a village…schoolmistress； free and honest； in a breezy mountain nook in the healthy heart of England？
Yes； I feel now that I was right when I adhered to principle and law； and scorned and crushed the insane promptings of a frenzied moment。 God directed me to a correct choice： I thank His providence for the guidance！
Having brought my eventide musings to this point； I rose； went to my door； and looked at the sunset of the harvest…day； and at the quiet fields before my cottage； which； with the school； was distant half a mile from the village。 The birds were singing their last strains—
“The air was mild； the dew was balm。”
While I looked； I thought myself happy； and was surprised to find myself ere long weeping—and why？ For the doom which had reft me from adhesion to my master： for him I was no more to see； for the desperate grief and fatal fury—consequences of my departure—which might now； perhaps； be dragging him from the path of right； too far to leave hope of ultimate restoration