Jane Eyre

come a long way from here?«
    »I come from a place further north; quite on the borders of Scotland.«
    »Will you ever go back?«
    »I hope so; but nobody can be sure of the future.«
    »You must wish to leave Lowood?«
    »No: why should I? I was sent to Lowood to get an education; and it would be of no use going away until I have attained that object.«
    »But that teacher, Miss Scatcherd, is so cruel to you?«
    »Cruel? Not at all! She is severe: she dislikes my faults.«
    »And if I were in your place I should dislike her: I should resist her; if she struck me with that rod, I should get it from her hand; I should break it under her nose.«
    »Probably you would do nothing of the sort: but if you did, Mr. Brocklehurst would expel you from the school; that would be a great grief to your relations. It is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself, than to commit a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend to all connected with you – and, besides, the Bible bids us return good for evil.«
    »But then it seems disgraceful to be flogged, and to be sent to stand in the middle of a room full of people; and you are such a great girl: I am far younger than you, and I could not bear it.«
    »Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it: it is weak and silly to say you
cannot bear
what it is your fate to be required to bear.«
    I heard her with wonder: I could not comprehend this doctrine of endurance; and still less could I understand or sympathize with the forbearance she expressed for her chastiser. Still I felt that Helen Burns considered things by a light invisible to my eyes. I suspected she might be right and I wrong; but I would not ponder the matter deeply: like Felix, I put it off to a more convenient season.
    »You say you have faults, Helen: what are they? To me you seem very good.«
    »Then learn from me, not to judge by appearances: I am, as Miss Scatcherd said, slatternly; I seldom put, and never keep, things in order; I am careless; I forget rules; I read when I should learn my lessons; I have no method; and sometimes I say, like you, I cannot
bear
to be subjected to systematic arrangements. This is all very provoking to Miss Scatcherd, who is naturally neat, punctual, and particular.«
    »And cross and cruel,« I added; but Helen Burns would not admit my addition: she kept silence.
    »Is Miss Temple as severe to you as Miss Scatcherd?«
    At the utterance of Miss Temple's name, a soft smile flitted over her grave face.
    »Miss Temple is full of goodness; it pains her to be severe to any one, even the worst in the school: she sees my errors, and tells me of them gently; and, if I do anything worthy of praise, she gives me my meed liberally. One strong proof of my wretchedly defective nature is, that even her expostulations, so mild, so rational, have not influence to cure me of my faults; and even her praise, though I value it most highly, cannot stimulate me to continued care and foresight.«
    »That is curious,« said I: »it is so easy to be careful.«
    »For
you
I have no doubt it is. I observed you in your class this morning, and saw you were closely attentive: your thoughts never seemed to wander while Miss Miller explained the lesson and questioned you. Now, mine continually rove away: when I should be listening to Miss Scatcherd, and collecting all she says with assiduity, often I lose the very sound of her voice; I fall into a sort of dream. Sometimes I think I am in Northumberland, and that the noises I hear round me are the bubbling of a little brook which runs through Deepden, near our house; – then, when it comes to my turn to reply, I have to be wakened; and, having heard nothing of what was read for listening to the visionary brook, I have no answer ready.«
    »Yet how well you replied this afternoon.«
    »It was mere chance: the subject on which we had been reading had interested me. This afternoon, instead of dreaming of Deepden, I was wondering how a man who wished to do right could act so unjustly and unwisely as Charles the First sometimes did; and I thought what a pity it was that, with his integrity and conscientiousness, he could see no farther than the prerogatives of the crown. If he had but been able to look to a distance, and see how what they call the spirit of the age was tending! Still, I like Charles – I respect him – I pity him, poor murdered king! Yes, his enemies were the worst: they shed blood they had no right to