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“To speak truth； sir； I don’t understand you at all： I cannot keep up the conversation； because it has got out of my depth。 Only one thing； I know： you said you were not as good as you should like to be； and that you regretted your own imperfection；—one thing I can prehend： you intimated that to have a sullied memory was a perpetual bane。 It seems to me； that if you tried hard； you would in time find it possible to bee what you yourself would approve； and that if from this day you began with resolution to correct your thoughts and actions； you would in a few years have laid up a new and stainless store of recollections； to which you might revert with pleasure。”
“Justly thought； rightly said； Miss Eyre； and； at this moment； I am paving hell with energy。”
“Sir？”
“I am laying down good intentions； which I believe durable as flint。 Certainly； my associates and pursuits shall be other than they have been。”
“And better？”
“And better—so much better as pure ore is than foul dross。 You seem to doubt me； I don’t doubt myself： I know what my aim is； what my motives are； and at this moment I pass a law； unalterable as that of the Medes and Persians； that both are right。”
“They cannot be； sir； if they require a new statute to legalise them。”
“They are； Miss Eyre； though they absolutely require a new statute： unheard…of binations of circumstances demand unheard…of rules。”
“That sounds a dangerous maxim； sir； because one can see at once that it is liable to abuse。”
“Sententious sage！ so it is： but I swear by my household gods not to abuse it。”
“You are human and fallible。”
“I am： so are you—what then？”
“The human and fallible should not arrogate a power with which the divine and perfect alone can be safely intrusted。”
“What power？”
“That of saying of any strange； unsanctioned line of action；—‘Let it be right。’”
“‘Let it be right’—the very words： you have pronounced them。”
“May it be right then；” I said； as I rose； deeming it useless to continue a discourse which was all darkness to me； and； besides； sensible that the character of my interlocutor was beyond my peration； at least； beyond its present reach； and feeling the uncertainty； the vague sense of insecurity； which acpanies a conviction of ignorance。
“Where are you going？”
“To put Adèle to bed： it is past her bedtime。”
“You are afraid of me； because I talk like a Sphynx。”
“Your language is enigmatical； sir： but though I am bewildered； I am certainly not afraid。”
“You are afraid—your self…love dreads a blunder。”
“In that sense I do feel apprehensive—I have no wish to talk nonsense。”
“If you did； it would be in such a grave； quiet manner； I should mistake it for sense。 Do you never laugh； Miss Eyre？ Don’t trouble yourself to answer—I see you laugh rarely； but you can laugh very merrily： believe me； you are not naturally austere； any more than I am naturally vicious。 The Lowood constraint still clings to you somewhat； controlling your features； muffling your voice； and restricting your limbs； and you fear in the presence of a man and a brother—or father； or master； or what you will—to smile too gaily； speak too freely； or move too quickly： but； in time； I think you will learn to be natural with me； as I find it impossible to be conventional with you； and then your looks and movements will have more vivacity and variety than they dare offer now。 I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close…set bars of a cage： a vivid； restless； resolute captive is there； were it but free； it would soar cloud…high。 You are still bent on going？”
“It has struck nine； sir。”
“Never mind；—wait a minute： Adèle is not ready to go to bed yet。 My position； Miss Eyre； with my back to the fire； and my face to the room； favours observation。 While talking to you； I have also occasionally watched Adèle （I have my own reasons for thinking her a curious study；—reasons that I may； nay； that I shall； impart to you some day）。 She pulled out of her box； about ten minutes ago； a little pink silk frock； rapture lit her face as she unfolded it； coquetry runs in her blood； blends with her brains； and seasons the marrow of her bones。 ‘Il faut que je l’essaie！’ cried she； ‘et à l’instant même！’ and she rushed out of the room。 She is now with Sophie； undergoing a robing process： in a few minutes she will re… enter； and I know what I shall see；—a miniature of Céline Varens； as she used to appear on the boards at the rising of— But never mind that。 However； my tenderest feelings are about to receive a shock： such is my presentiment； stay now； to see whether it will be realised。”
Ere long； Adèle’s little foot was heard tripping across the hall。 She entered； transformed as her guardian had predicted。 A dress of rose…coloured satin； very short； and as full in the skirt as it could be gathered； replaced the brown frock she had previously worn； a wreath of rosebuds circled her forehead； her feet were dressed in silk stockings and small white satin sandals。
“Est…ce que ma robe va bien？” cried she； bounding forwards； “et mes souliers？ et mes bas？ Tenez； je crois que je vais danser！”
And spreading out her dress； she chasséed across the room till； having reached Mr。 Rochester； she wheeled lightly round before him on tip…toe； then dropped on one knee at his feet； exclaiming—
“Monsieur； je vous remercie mille fois de votre bonté；” then rising； she added； “C’est me cela que maman faisait； n’est…ce pas； monsieur？”
“Pre…cise…ly！” was the answer； “and； ‘me cela；’ she charmed my English gold out of my British breeches’ pocket。 I have been green； too； Miss Eyre；—ay； grass green： not a more vernal tint freshens you now than once freshened me。 My Spring is gone； however； but it has left me that French floweret on my hands； which； in some moods； I would fain be rid of。 Not valuing now the root whence it sprang； having found that it was of a sort which nothing but gold dust could manure； I have but half a liking to the blossom； especially when it looks so artificial as just now。 I keep it and rear it rather on the Roman Catholic principle of expiating numerous sins； great or small； by one good work。 I’ll explain all this some day。 Good… night。”
Chapter 15
Mr。 Rochester did； on a future occasion； explain it。 It was one afternoon； when he chanced to meet me and Adèle in the grounds： and while she played with Pilot and her shuttlecock； he asked me to walk up and down a long beech avenue within sight of her。
He then said that she was the daughter of a French opera…dancer； Céline Varens； towards whom he had once cherished what he called a “grande passion。” This passion Céline had professed to return with even superior ardour。 He thought himself her idol； ugly as he was： he believed； as he said； that she preferred his “taille d’athlète” to the elegance of the Apollo Belvidere。
“And； Miss Eyre； so much was I flattered by this preference of the Gallic sylph for her British gnome； that I installed her in an hotel； gave her a plete establishment of servants； a carriage； cashmeres； diamonds； dentelles； &c。 In short； I began the process of ruining myself in the received style； like any other spo