Jane Eyre

while he is abroad in inclement weather: better tire my limbs than strain my heart; I will go forward and meet him.«
    I set out; I walked fast, but not far: ere I had measured a quarter of a mile, I heard the tramp of hoofs; a horseman came on, full gallop; a dog ran by his side. Away with evil presentiment! It was he: here he was, mounted on Mesrour, followed by Pilot. He saw me; for the moon had opened a blue field in the sky, and rode in it watery bright: he took his hat off, and waved it round his head. I now ran to meet him.
    »There!« he exclaimed, as he stretched out his hand and bent from the saddle: »You can't do without me, that is evident. Step on my boot-toe; give me both hands: mount!«
    I obeyed; joy made me agile: I sprang up before him. A hearty kissing I got for a welcome: and some boastful triumph; which I swallowed as well as I could. He checked himself in his exultation to demand, »But is there anything the matter, Janet, that you come to meet me at such an hour? Is there anything wrong?«
    »No; but I thought you would never come. I could not bear to wait in the house for you, especially with this rain and wind.«
    »Rain and wind, indeed! Yes, you are dripping like a mermaid; pull my cloak round you: but I think you are feverish, Jane; both your cheek and hand are burning hot. I ask again, is there anything the matter?«
    »Nothing, now: I am neither afraid nor unhappy.«
    »Then you have been both?«
    »Rather: but I'll tell you all about it by-and-by, sir; and I dare say you will only laugh at me for my pains.«
    »I'll laugh at you heartily when to-morrow is past; till then I dare not: my prize is not certain. This is you; who have been as slippery as an eel this last month, and as thorny as a briar-rose? I could not lay a finger anywhere but I was pricked; and now I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?«
    »I wanted you: but don't boast. Here we are at Thornfield: now let me get down.«
    He landed me on the pavement. As John took his horse, and he followed me into the hall, he told me to make haste and put something dry on, and then return to him in the library; and he stopped me, as I made for the staircase, to extort a promise that I would not be long: nor was I long; in five minutes I rejoined him. I found him at supper.
    »Take a seat and bear me company, Jane: please God, it is the last meal but one you will eat at Thornfield-Hall for a long time.«
    I sat down near him; but told him I could not eat.
    »Is it because you have the prospect of a journey before you, Jane? Is it the thoughts of going to London that takes away your appetite?«
    »I cannot see my prospects clearly to-night, sir; and I hardly know what thoughts I have in my head. Everything in life seems unreal.«
    »Except me: I am substantial enough: – touch me.«
    »You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all: you are a mere dream.«
    He held out his hand, laughing: »Is that a dream?« said he, placing it close to my eyes. He had a rounded, muscular, and vigorous hand, as well as a long, strong arm.
    »Yes; though I touch it, it is a dream,« said I, as I put it down from before my face. »Sir, have you finished supper?«
    »Yes, Jane.«
    I rang the bell, and ordered away the tray. When we were again alone, I stirred the fire, and then took a low seat at my master's knee.
    »It is near midnight,« I said.
    »Yes: but remember, Jane, you promised to wake with me the night before my wedding.«
    »I did; and I will keep my promise, for an hour or two at least: I have no wish to go to bed.«
    »Are all your arrangements complete?«
    »All, sir.«
    »And on my part, likewise,« he returned, »I have settled everything; and we shall leave Thornfield to-morrow, within half an hour after our return from church.«
    »Very well, sir.«
    »With what an extraordinary smile you uttered that word – ›very well,‹ Jane! What a bright spot of colour you have on each cheek! and how strangely your eyes glitter! Are you well?«
    »I believe I am.«
    »Believe! What is the matter? – Tell me what you feel.«
    »I could not, sir: no words could tell you what I feel. I wish this present hour would never end: who knows with what fate the next may come charged?«
    »This is hypochondria, Jane. You have been over-excited, or over-fatigued.«
    »Do you, sir, feel calm and happy?«
    »Calm? – no: but happy – to the heart's core.«
    I looked up at him to