简爱(英文版)-第84部分

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did　this　morning；　I　should　receive　you　in　an　embrace；　at　least　as　fond　as　it　would　be　restrictive。　I　should　not　shrink　from　you　with　disgust　as　I　did　from　her：　in　your　quiet　moments　you　should　have　no　watcher　and　no　nurse　but　me；　and　I　could　hang　over　you　with　untiring　tenderness；　though　you　gave　me　no　smile　in　return；　and　never　weary　of　gazing　into　your　eyes；　though　they　had　no　longer　a　ray　of　recognition　for　me。—But　why　do　I　follow　that　train　of　ideas？　I　was　talking　of　removing　you　from　Thornfield。　All；　you　know；　is　prepared　for　prompt　departure：　to…morrow　you　shall　go。　I　only　ask　you　to　endure　one　more　night　under　this　roof；　Jane；　and　then；　farewell　to　its　miseries　and　terrors　for　ever！　I　have　a　place　to　repair　to；　which　will　be　a　secure　sanctuary　from　hateful　reminiscences；　from　unwele　intrusion—even　from　falsehood　and　slander。”
“And　take　Adèle　with　you；　sir；”　I　interrupted；　“she　will　be　a　panion　for　you。”
“What　do　you　mean；　Jane？　I　told　you　I　would　send　Adèle　to　school；　and　what　do　I　want　with　a　child　for　a　panion；　and　not　my　own　child；—a　French　dancer’s　bastard？　Why　do　you　importune　me　about　her！　I　say；　why　do　you　assign　Adèle　to　me　for　a　panion？”
“You　spoke　of　a　retirement；　sir；　and　retirement　and　solitude　are　dull：　too　dull　for　you。”
“Solitude！　solitude！”　he　reiterated　with　irritation。　“I　see　I　must　e　to　an　explanation。　I　don’t　know　what　sphynx…like　expression　is　forming　in　your　countenance。　You　are　to　share　my　solitude。　Do　you　understand？”
I　shook　my　head：　it　required　a　degree　of　courage；　excited　as　he　was　being；　even　to　risk　that　mute　sign　of　dissent。　He　had　been　walking　fast　about　the　room；　and　he　stopped；　as　if　suddenly　rooted　to　one　spot。　He　looked　at　me　long　and　hard：　I　turned　my　eyes　from　him；　fixed　them　on　the　fire；　and　tried　to　assume　and　maintain　a　quiet；　collected　aspect。
“Now　for　the　hitch　in　Jane’s　character；”　he　said　at　last；　speaking　more　calmly　than　from　his　look　I　had　expected　him　to　speak。　“The　reel　of　silk　has　run　smoothly　enough　so　far；　but　I　always　knew　there　would　e　a　knot　and　a　puzzle：　here　it　is。　Now　for　vexation；　and　exasperation；　and　endless　trouble！　By　God！　I　long　to　exert　a　fraction　of　Samson’s　strength；　and　break　the　entanglement　like　tow！”
He　remenced　his　walk；　but　soon　again　stopped；　and　this　time　just　before　me。
“Jane！　will　you　hear　reason？”　（he　stooped　and　approached　his　lips　to　my　ear）；　“because；　if　you　won’t；　I’ll　try　violence。”　His　voice　was　hoarse；　his　look　that　of　a　man　who　is　just　about　to　burst　an　insufferable　bond　and　plunge　headlong　into　wild　license。　I　saw　that　in　another　moment；　and　with　one　impetus　of　frenzy　more；　I　should　be　able　to　do　nothing　with　him。　The　present—the　passing　second　of　time—was　all　I　had　in　which　to　control　and　restrain　him—a　movement　of　repulsion；　flight；　fear　would　have　sealed　my　doom；—and　his。　But　I　was　not　afraid：　not　in　the　least。　I　felt　an　inward　power；　a　sense　of　influence；　which　supported　me。　The　crisis　was　perilous；　but　not　without　its　charm：　such　as　the　Indian；　perhaps；　feels　when　he　slips　over　the　rapid　in　his　canoe。　I　took　hold　of　his　clenched　hand；　loosened　the　contorted　fingers；　and　said　to　him；　soothingly—
“Sit　down；　I’ll　talk　to　you　as　long　as　you　like；　and　hear　all　you　have　to　say；　whether　reasonable　or　unreasonable。”
He　sat　down：　but　he　did　not　get　leave　to　speak　directly。　I　had　been　struggling　with　tears　for　some　time：　I　had　taken　great　pains　to　repress　them；　because　I　knew　he　would　not　like　to　see　me　weep。　Now；　however；　I　considered　it　well　to　let　them　flow　as　freely　and　as　long　as　they　liked。　If　the　flood　annoyed　him；　so　much　the　better。　So　I　gave　way　and　cried　heartily。
Soon　I　heard　him　earnestly　entreating　me　to　be　posed。　I　said　I　could　not　while　he　was　in　such　a　passion。
“But　I　am　not　angry；　Jane：　I　only　love　you　too　well；　and　you　had　steeled　your　little　pale　face　with　such　a　resolute；　frozen　look；　I　could　not　endure　it。　Hush；　now；　and　wipe　your　eyes。”
His　softened　voice　announced　that　he　was　subdued；　so　I；　in　my　turn；　became　calm。　Now　he　made　an　effort　to　rest　his　head　on　my　shoulder；　but　I　would　not　permit　it。　Then　he　would　draw　me　to　him：　no。
“Jane！　Jane！”　he　said；　in　such　an　accent　of　bitter　sadness　it　thrilled　along　every　nerve　I　had；　“you　don’t　love　me；　then？　It　was　only　my　station；　and　the　rank　of　my　wife；　that　you　valued？　Now　that　you　think　me　disqualified　to　bee　your　husband；　you　recoil　from　my　touch　as　if　I　were　some　toad　or　ape。”
These　words　cut　me：　yet　what　could　I　do　or　I　say？　I　ought　probably　to　have　done　or　said　nothing；　but　I　was　so　tortured　by　a　sense　of　remorse　at　thus　hurting　his　feelings；　I　could　not　control　the　wish　to　drop　balm　where　I　had　wounded。
“I　do　love　you；”　I　said；　“more　than　ever：　but　I　must　not　show　or　indulge　the　feeling：　and　this　is　the　last　time　I　must　express　it。”
“The　last　time；　Jane！　What！　do　you　think　you　can　live　with　me；　and　see　me　daily；　and　yet；　if　you　still　love　me；　be　always　cold　and　distant？”
“No；　sir；　that　I　am　certain　I　could　not；　and　therefore　I　see　there　is　but　one　way：　but　you　will　be　furious　if　I　mention　it。”
“Oh；　mention　it！　If　I　storm；　you　have　the　art　of　weeping。”
“Mr。　Rochester；　I　must　leave　you。”
“For　how　long；　Jane？　For　a　few　minutes；　while　you　smooth　your　hair—which　is　somewhat　dishevelled；　and　bathe　your　face—which　looks　feverish？”
“I　must　leave　Adèle　and　Thornfield。　I　must　part　with　you　for　my　whole　life：　I　must　begin　a　new　existence　among　strange　faces　and　strange　scenes。”
“Of　course：　I　told　you　you　should。　I　pass　over　the　madness　about　parting　from　me。　You　mean　you　must　bee　a　part　of　me。　As　to　the　new　existence；　it　is　all　right：　you　shall　yet　be　my　wife：　I　am　not　married。　You　shall　be　Mrs。　Rochester—both　virtually　and　nominally。　I　shall　keep　only　to　you　so　long　as　you　and　I　live。　You　shall　go　to　a　place　I　have　in　the　south　of　France：　a　whitewashed　villa　on　the　shores　of　the　Mediterranean。　There　you　shall　live　a　happy；　and　guarded；　and　most　innocent　life。　Never　fear　that　I　wish　to　lure　you　into　error—to　make　you　my　mistress。　Why　did　you　shake　your　head？　Jane；　you　must　be　reasonable；　or　in　truth　I　shall　again　bee　frantic。”
His　voice　and　hand　quivered：　his　large　nostrils　dilated；　his　eye　blazed：　still　I　dared　to　speak。
“Sir；　your　wife　is　living：　that　is　a　fact　acknowledged　this　morning　by　yourself。　If　I　lived　with　you　as　you　desire；　I　should　then　be　your　mistress：　to　say　otherwise　is　sophistical—is　false。”
“Jane；　I　am　not　a　gentle…tempered　man—you　forget　that：　I　am　not　long…enduring；　I　am　not　cool　and　dispassionate。　Out　of　pity　to　me　and　yourself；　put　your　finger　on　my　pulse；　feel　how　it　throbs；　and—　beware！”
He　bared　his　wrist；　and　offered　it　to　me：　the　blood　was　forsaking　his　cheek　and　lips；　they　were　growing　livid；　I　was　distressed　on　all　hands。　To　agitate　him　thus　deeply；　by　a　resistance　he　so　abhorred；　was　cruel：　to　yield　was　out　of　the　question。　I　did　what　human　beings　do　instinctively　when　they　are　driven　to　utter　extremity—　looked　for　aid　to　one　higher　than　man：　the　words　“God　help　me！”　burst　involuntarily　from　my　lips。
“I　am　a　fool！”　cried　Mr。　Rochester　suddenly。　“I　keep　telling　her　I　am　not　married；　and　do　not　explain　to　her　why。　I　forget　she　knows　nothing　of　the　character　of　that　woman；　or　of　the　circumstances　attending　my　infernal　union　with　her。　Oh；　I　am　certain　Jane　will　agree　with　me　in　opinion；　when　she　knows　all　that　I　know！　Just　put　your　hand　in　mine；　Ja—that　I　may　have　the　evidence　of　touch　as　well　as　sight；　to　prove　you　are　near　me—and　I　will　in　a　few　words　show　you　the　real　state　of　the　case。　Can　you　listen　to　me
“Yes；　sir；　for　hours　if　you　will。”
“I　ask　only　minutes。　Jane；　did　you　ever　hear　or　know　at　I　was　not　the　eldest　son　of　my　house：　that　I　had　once　a　brother　older　than　I？”
“I　remember　Mrs。　Fairfax　told　me　so　once。”
“And　did　you　ever　hear　that　my　father　was　an　avaricious；　grasping　man？”
“I　have　understood　something　to　that　effect。”
“Well；　Jane；　being　so；　it　was　his　resolution　to　keep　the　property　together；　he　could　not　bear　the　idea　of　dividing　his　estate　and　leaving　me　a　fair　portion：　all；　he　resolved；　should　go　to　my　brother；　Rowland。　Yet　as　little　could　he　endure　that　a　son　of　his　should　be　a　poor　man。　I　must　be　provided　fo