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  OldMr。Rivers,shesaid,wasaplainmanenough,butagentleman,andofasancientafamilyascouldbefound。MarshEndhadbelongedtotheRiverseversinceitwasahouse:anditwas,sheaffirmed,“aboontwohundredyearold—forallitlookedbutasmall,humbleplace,naughttocomparewi’Mr。Oliver’sgrandhalldowni’MortonVale。ButshecouldrememberBillOliver’sfatherajourneymanneedlemaker;andth’Riversworgentryi’th’owddayso’th’Henrys,asonybodymightseebylookingintoth’registersi’MortonChurchvestry。”Still,sheallowed,“theowdmaisterwaslikeotherfolk—naughtmichouto’t’commonway:starkmado’shooting,andfarming,andsichlike。”Themistresswasdifferent。Shewasagreatreader,andstudiedadeal;andthe“bairns”hadtakenafterher。Therewasnothinglikethemintheseparts,noreverhadbeen;theyhadlikedlearning,allthree,almostfromthetimetheycouldspeak;andtheyhadalwaysbeen“ofamak’oftheirown。”Mr。St。John,whenhegrewup,wouldgotocollegeandbeaparson;andthegirls,assoonastheyleftschool,wouldseekplacesasgovernesses:fortheyhadtoldhertheirfatherhadsomeyearsagolostagreatdealofmoneybyamanhehadtrustedturningbankrupt;andashewasnownotrichenoughtogivethemfortunes,theymustprovideforthemselves。Theyhadlivedverylittleathomeforalongwhile,andwereonlycomenowtostayafewweeksonaccountoftheirfather’sdeath;buttheydidsolikeMarshEndandMorton,andallthesemoorsandhillsabout。TheyhadbeeninLondon,andmanyothergrandtowns;buttheyalwayssaidtherewasnoplacelikehome;andthentheyweresoagreeablewitheachother—neverfelloutnor“threaped。”Shedidnotknowwheretherewassuchafamilyforbeingunited。

  Havingfinishedmytaskofgooseberrypicking,Iaskedwherethetwoladiesandtheirbrotherwerenow。

  “GoneovertoMortonforawalk;buttheywouldbebackinhalf—an—hourtotea。”

  TheyreturnedwithinthetimeHannahhadallottedthem:theyenteredbythekitchendoor。Mr。St。John,whenhesawme,merelybowedandpassedthrough;thetwoladiesstopped:Mary,inafewwords,kindlyandcalmlyexpressedthepleasureshefeltinseeingmewellenoughtobeabletocomedown;Dianatookmyhand:sheshookherheadatme。

  “Youshouldhavewaitedformyleavetodescend,”shesaid。“Youstilllookverypale—andsothin!Poorchild!—poorgirl!”

  Dianahadavoicetoned,tomyear,likethecooingofadove。ShepossessedeyeswhosegazeIdelightedtoencounter。Herwholefaceseemedtomefillofcharm。Mary’scountenancewasequallyintelligent—herfeaturesequallypretty;butherexpressionwasmorereserved,andhermanners,thoughgentle,moredistant。Dianalookedandspokewithacertainauthority:shehadawill,evidently。Itwasmynaturetofeelpleasureinyieldingtoanauthoritysupportedlikehers,andtobend,wheremyconscienceandself—respectpermitted,toanactivewill。

  “Andwhatbusinesshaveyouhere?”shecontinued。“Itisnotyourplace。MaryandIsitinthekitchensometimes,becauseathomeweliketobefree,eventolicense—butyouareavisitor,andmustgointotheparlour。”

  “Iamverywellhere。”

  “Notatall,withHannahbustlingaboutandcoveringyouwithflour。”

  “Besides,thefireistoohotforyou,”interposedMary。

  “Tobesure,”addedhersister。“Come,youmustbeobedient。”Andstillholdingmyhandshemademerise,andledmeintotheinnerroom。

  “Sitthere,”shesaid,placingmeonthesofa,“whilewetakeourthingsoffandgettheteaready;itisanotherprivilegeweexerciseinourlittlemoorlandhome—toprepareourownmealswhenwearesoinclined,orwhenHannahisbaking,brewing,washing,orironing。”

  Sheclosedthedoor,leavingmesoluswithMr。St。John,whosatopposite,abookornewspaperinhishand。Iexaminedfirst,theparlour,andthenitsoccupant。

  Theparlourwasratherasmallroom,veryplainlyfurnished,yetcomfortable,becausecleanandneat。Theold—fashionedchairswereverybright,andthewalnut—woodtablewaslikealooking—glass。Afewstrange,antiqueportraitsofthemenandwomenofotherdaysdecoratedthestainedwalls;acupboardwithglassdoorscontainedsomebooksandanancientsetofchina。Therewasnosuperfluousornamentintheroom—notonemodernpieceoffurniture,saveabraceofworkboxesandalady’sdeskinrosewood,whichstoodonaside—table:everything—includingthecarpetandcurtains—lookedatoncewellwornandwellsaved。

  Mr。St。John—sittingasstillasoneofthedustypicturesonthewalls,keepinghiseyesfixedonthepageheperused,andhislipsmutelysealed—waseasyenoughtoexamine。Hadhebeenastatueinsteadofaman,hecouldnothavebeeneasier。Hewasyoung—perhapsfromtwenty—eighttothirty—tall,slender;hisfacerivetedtheeye;itwaslikeaGreekface,verypureinoutline:quiteastraight,classicnose;quiteanAthenianmouthandchin。Itisseldom,indeed,anEnglishfacecomessoneartheantiquemodelsasdidhis。Hemightwellbealittleshockedattheirregularityofmylineaments,hisownbeingsoharmonious。Hiseyeswerelargeandblue,withbrownlashes;hishighforehead,colourlessasivory,waspartiallystreakedoverbycarelesslocksoffairhair。

  Thisisagentledelineation,isitnot,reader?Yethewhomitdescribesscarcelyimpressedonewiththeideaofagentle,ayielding,animpressible,orevenofaplacidnature。Quiescentashenowsat,therewassomethingabouthisnostril,hismouth,hisbrow,which,tomyperceptions,indicatedelementswithineitherrestless,orhard,oreager。Hedidnotspeaktomeoneword,norevendirecttomeoneglance,tillhissistersreturned。Diana,asshepassedinandout,inthecourseofpreparingtea,broughtmealittlecake,bakedonthetopoftheoven。

  “Eatthatnow,”shesaid:“youmustbehungry。Hannahsaysyouhavehadnothingbutsomegruelsincebreakfast。”

  Ididnotrefuseit,formyappetitewasawakenedandkeen。Mr。Riversnowclosedhisbook,approachedthetable,and,ashetookaseat,fixedhisbluepictorial—lookingeyesfullonme。Therewasanunceremoniousdirectness,asearching,decidedsteadfastnessinhisgazenow,whichtoldthatintention,andnotdiffidence,hadhithertokeptitavertedfromthestranger。

  “Youareveryhungry,”hesaid。

  “Iam,sir。”Itismyway—italwayswasmyway,byinstinct—evertomeetthebriefwithbrevity,thedirectwithplainness。

  “Itiswellforyouthatalowfeverhasforcedyoutoabstainforthelastthreedays:therewouldhavebeendangerinyieldingtothecravingsofyourappetiteatfirst。Nowyoumayeat,thoughstillnotimmoderately。”

  “ItrustIshallnoteatlongatyourexpense,sir,”wasmyveryclumsily—contrived,unpolishedanswer。

  “No,”hesaidcoolly:“whenyouhaveindicatedtoustheresidenceofyourfriends,wecanwritetothem,andyoumayberestoredtohome。”

  “That,Imustplainlytellyou,isoutofmypowertodo;beingabsolutelywithouthomeandfriends。”

  Thethreelookedatme,butnotdistrustfully;Ifelttherewasnosuspicionintheirglances:therewasmoreofcuriosity。Ispeakparticularlyoftheyoungladies。St。John’seyes,thoughclearenoughinaliteralsense,inafigurativeoneweredifficulttofathom。Heseemedtousethemratherasinstrumentstosearchotherpeople’sthoughts,thanasagentstorevealhisown:thewhichcombinationofkeennessandreservewasconsiderablymorecalculatedtoembarrassthantoencourage。

  “Doyoumeantosay,”heasked,“thatyouarecompletelyisolatedfromeveryconnection?”

  “Ido。Notatielinksmetoanylivingthing:notaclaimdoIpossesstoadmittanceunderanyroofinEngland。”

  “Amostsingularpositionatyourage!”

  HereIsawhisglancedirectedtomyhands,whichwerefoldedonthetablebeforeme。Iwonderedwhathesoughtthere:hiswordssoonexplainedthequest。

  “Youhaveneverbeenmarried?Youareaspinster?”

  Dianalaughed。“Why,shecan’theaboveseventeenoreighteenyearsold,St。John,”saidshe。

  “Iamnearnineteen:butIamnotmarried。No。”

  Ifeltaburningglowmounttomyface;forbitterandagitatingrecollectionswereawakenedbytheallusiontomarriage。Theyallsawtheembarrassmentandtheemotion。DianaandMaryrelievedmebyturningtheireyeselsewherethantomycrimsonedvisage;butthecolderandsternerbrothercontinuedtogaze,tillthetroublehehadexcitedforcedouttearsaswellascolour。

  “Wheredidyoulastreside?”henowasked。

  “Youaretooinquisitive,St。John,”murmuredMaryinalowvoice;butheleanedoverthetableandrequiredananswerbyasecondfirmandpiercinglook。

  “Thenameoftheplacewhere,andofthepersonwithwhomIlived,ismysecret,”Irepliedconcisely。

  “Which,ifyoulike,youhave,inmyopinion,arighttokeep,bothfromSt。Johnandeveryotherquestioner,”remarkedDiana。

  “YetifIknownothingaboutyouoryourhistory,Icannothelpyou,”hesaid。“Andyouneedhelp,doyounot?”

  “Ineedit,andIseekitsofar,sir,thatsometruephilanthropistwillputmeinthewayofgettingworkwhichIcando,andtheremunerationforwhichwillkeepme,ifbutinthebarestnecessariesoflife。”

  “IknownotwhetherIamatruephilanthropist;yetIamwillingtoaidyoutotheutmostofmypowerinapurposesohonest。First,then,tellmewhatyouhavebeenaccustomedtodo,andwhatyoucando。”

  Ihadnowswallowedmytea。Iwasmightilyrefreshedbythebeverage;asmuchsoasagiantwithwine:itgavenewtonetomyunstrungnerves,andenabledmetoaddressthispenetratingyoungjudgesteadily。

  “Mr。Rivers,”Isaid,turningtohim,andlookingathim,ashelookedatme,openlyandwithoutdiffidence,“youandyoursistershavedonemeagreatservice—thegreatestmancandohisfellow—being;youhaverescuedme,byyournoblehospitality,fromdeath。Thisbenefitconferredgivesyouanunlimitedclaimonmygratitude,andaclaim,toacertainextent,onmyconfidence。Iwilltellyouasmuchofthehistoryofthewandereryouhaveharboured,asIcantellwithoutcompromisingmyownpeaceofmind—myownsecurity,moralandphysical,andthatofothers。

  “Iamanorphan,thedaughterofaclergyman。MyparentsdiedbeforeIcouldknowthem。Iwasbroughtupadependant;educatedinacharitableinstitution。Iwilleventellyouthenameoftheestablishment,whereIpassedsixyearsasapupil,andtwoasateacher—LowoodOrphanAsylum,—shire:youwillhaveheardofit,Mr。Rivers?—theRev。RobertBrocklehurstisthetreasurer。”

  “IhaveheardofMr。Brocklehurst,andIhaveseentheschool。”

  “IleftLowoodnearlyayearsincetobecomeaprivategoverness。Iobtainedagoodsituation,andwashappy。ThisplaceIwasobligedtoleavefourdaysbeforeIcamehere。ThereasonofmydepartureIcannotandoughtnottoexplain:itwouldbeuseless,dangerous,andwouldsoundincredible。Noblameattachedtome:Iamasfreefromculpabilityasanyoneofyouthree。MiserableIam,andmustbeforatime;forthecatastrophewhichdrovemefromahouseIhadfoundaparadisewasofastrangeanddirefulnature。Iobservedbuttwopointsinplanningmydeparture—speed,secrecy:tosecurethese,IhadtoleavebehindmeeverythingIpossessedexceptasmallparcel;which,inmyhurryandtroubleofmind,IforgottotakeoutofthecoachthatbroughtmetoWhitcross。Tothisneighbourhood,then,Icame,quitedestitute。Islepttwonightsintheopenair,andwanderedabouttwodayswithoutcrossingathreshold:buttwiceinthatspaceoftimedidItastefood;anditwaswhenbroughtbyhunger,exhaustion,anddespairalmosttothelastgasp,thatyou,Mr。Rivers,forbademetoperishofwantatyourdoor,andtookmeundertheshelterofyourroof。Iknowallyoursistershavedoneformesince—forIhavenotbeeninsensibleduringmyseemingtorpor—andIowetotheirspontaneous,genuine,genialcompassionaslargeadebtastoyourevangelicalcharity。”

  “Don’tmakehertalkanymorenow,St。John,”saidDiana,asIpaused;“sheisevidentlynotyetfitforexcitement。Cometothesofaandsitdownnow,MissElliott。”

  Igaveaninvoluntaryhalfstartathearingthealias:Ihadforgottenmynewname。Mr。Rivers,whomnothingseemedtoescape,noticeditatonce。

  “YousaidyournamewasJaneElliott?”heobserved。

  “Ididsayso;anditisthenamebywhichIthinkitexpedienttobecalledatpresent,butitisnotmyrealname,andwhenIhearit,itsoundsstrangetome。”

  “Yourrealnameyouwillnotgive?”

  “No:Ifeardiscoveryaboveallthings;andwhateverdisclosurewouldleadtoit,Iavoid。”

  “Youarequiteright,Iamsure,”saidDiana。“Nowdo,brother,letherbeatpeaceawhile。”

  ButwhenSt。Johnhadmusedafewmomentsherecommencedasimperturbablyandwithasmuchacumenasever。

  “Youwouldnotliketobelongdependentonourhospitality—youwouldwish,Isee,todispenseassoonasmaybewithmysisters’compassion,and,aboveall,withmycharity(Iamquitesensibleofthedistinctiondrawn,nordoIresentit—itisjust):youdesiretobeindependentofus?”

  “Ido:Ihavealreadysaidso。Showmehowtowork,orhowtoseekwork:thatisallInowask;thenletmego,ifitbebuttothemeanestcottage;buttillthen,allowmetostayhere:Idreadanotheressayofthehorrorsofhomelessdestitution。”

  “Indeedyoushallstayhere,”saidDiana,puttingherwhitehandonmyhead。“Youshall,”repeatedMary,inthetoneofundemonstrativesinceritywhichseemednaturaltoher。

  “Mysisters,yousee,haveapleasureinkeepingyou,”saidMr。St。John,“astheywouldhaveapleasureinkeepingandcherishingahalf—frozenbird,somewintrywindmighthavedriventhroughtheircasement。Ifeelmoreinclinationtoputyouinthewayofkeepingyourself,andshallendeavourtodoso;butobserve,mysphereisnarrow。Iambuttheincumbentofapoorcountryparish:myaidmustbeofthehumblestsort。Andifyouareinclinedtodespisethedayofsmallthings,seeksomemoreefficientsuccourthansuchasIcanoffer。”

  “Shehasalreadysaidthatsheiswillingtodoanythinghonestshecando,”answeredDianaforme;“andyouknow,St。John,shehasnochoiceofhelpers:sheisforcedtoputupwithsuchcrustypeopleasyou。”

  “Iwillbeadressmaker;Iwillbeaplain—workwoman;Iwillbeaservant,anurse—girl,ifIcanbenobetter,”Ianswered。

  “Right,”saidMr。St。John,quitecoolly。“Ifsuchisyourspirit,Ipromisetoaidyou,inmyowntimeandway。”

  Henowresumedthebookwithwhichhehadbeenoccupiedbeforetea。Isoonwithdrew,forIhadtalkedasmuch,andsatupaslong,asmypresentstrengthwouldpermit。

  Chapter30

  ThemoreIknewoftheinmatesofMoorHouse,thebetterIlikedthem。InafewdaysIhadsofarrecoveredmyhealththatIcouldsitupallday,andwalkoutsometimes。IcouldjoinwithDianaandMaryinalltheiroccupations;conversewiththemasmuchastheywished,andaidthemwhenandwheretheywouldallowme。Therewasarevivingpleasureinthisintercourse,ofakindnowtastedbymeforthefirsttime—thepleasurearisingfromperfectcongenialityoftastes,sentiments,andprinciples。

  Ilikedtoreadwhattheylikedtoread:whattheyenjoyed,delightedme;whattheyapproved,Ireverenced。Theylovedtheirsequesteredhome。I,too,inthegrey,small,antiquestructure,withitslowroof,itslatticedcasements,itsmoulderingwalls,itsavenueofagedfirs—allgrownaslantunderthestressofmountainwinds;itsgarden,darkwithyewandholly—andwherenoflowersbutofthehardiestspecieswouldbloom—foundacharmbothpotentandpermanent。Theyclungtothepurplemoorsbehindandaroundtheirdwelling—tothehollowvaleintowhichthepebblybridle—pathleadingfromtheirgatedescended,andwhichwoundbetweenfern—banksfirst,andthenamongstafewofthewildestlittlepasture—fieldsthateverborderedawildernessofheath,orgavesustenancetoaflockofgreymoorlandsheep,withtheirlittlemossy—facedlambs:—theyclungtothisscene,Isay,withaperfectenthusiasmofattachment。Icouldcomprehendthefeeling,andsharebothitsstrengthandtruth。Isawthefascinationofthelocality。Ifelttheconsecrationofitsloneliness:myeyefeastedontheoutlineofswellandsweep—onthewildcolouringcommunicatedtoridgeanddellbymoss,byheath—bell,byflower—sprinkledturf,bybrilliantbracken,andmellowgranitecrag。Thesedetailswerejusttomewhattheyweretothem—somanypureandsweetsourcesofpleasure。Thestrongblastandthesoftbreeze;theroughandthehalcyonday;thehoursofsunriseandsunset;themoonlightandthecloudednight,developedforme,intheseregions,thesameattractionasforthem—woundroundmyfacultiesthesamespellthatentrancedtheirs。

  Indoorsweagreedequallywell。TheywerebothmoreaccomplishedandbetterreadthanIwas;butwitheagernessIfollowedinthepathofknowledgetheyhadtroddenbeforeme。Idevouredthebookstheylentme:thenitwasfullsatisfactiontodiscusswiththemintheeveningwhatIhadperusedduringtheday。Thoughtfittedthought;opinionmetopinion:wecoincided,inshort,perfectly。

  Ifinourtriotherewasasuperiorandaleader,itwasDiana。Physically,shefarexcelledme:shewashandsome;shewasvigorous。Inheranimalspiritstherewasanaffluenceoflifeandcertaintyofflow,suchasexcitedmywonder,whileitbaffledmycomprehension。Icouldtalkawhilewhentheeveningcommenced,butthefirstgushofvivacityandfluencygone,IwasfaintositonastoolatDiana’sfeet,torestmyheadonherknee,andlistenalternatelytoherandMary,whiletheysoundedthoroughlythetopiconwhichIhadbuttouched。DianaofferedtoteachmeGerman。Ilikedtolearnofher:Isawthepartofinstructresspleasedandsuitedher;thatofscholarpleasedandsuitedmenoless。Ournaturesdovetailed:mutualaffection—ofthestrongestkind—wastheresult。TheydiscoveredIcoulddraw:theirpencilsandcolour—boxeswereimmediatelyatmyservice。Myskill,greaterinthisonepointthantheirs,surprisedandcharmedthem。Marywouldsitandwatchmebythehourtogether:thenshewouldtakelessons;andadocile,intelligent,assiduouspupilshemade。Thusoccupied,andmutuallyentertained,dayspassedlikehours,andweekslikedays。

  AstoMr。StJohn,theintimacywhichhadarisensonaturallyandrapidlybetweenmeandhissistersdidnotextendtohim。Onereasonofthedistanceyetobservedbetweenuswas,thathewascomparativelyseldomathome:alargeproportionofhistimeappeareddevotedtovisitingthesickandpooramongthescatteredpopulationofhisparish。

  Noweatherseemedtohinderhiminthesepastoralexcursions:rainorfair,hewould,whenhishoursofmorningstudywereover,takehishat,and,followedbyhisfather’soldpointer,Carlo,gooutonhismissionofloveorduty—Iscarcelyknowinwhichlightheregardedit。Sometimes,whenthedaywasveryunfavourable,hissisterswouldexpostulate。Hewouldthensay,withapeculiarsmile,moresolemnthancheerful—

  “AndifIletagustofwindorasprinklingofrainturnmeasidefromtheseeasytasks,whatpreparationwouldsuchslothbeforthefutureIproposetomyself?”

  DianaandMary’sgeneralanswertothisquestionwasasigh,andsomeminutesofapparentlymournfulmeditation。

  Butbesideshisfrequentabsences,therewasanotherbarriertofriendshipwithhim:heseemedofareserved,anabstracted,andevenofabroodingnature。Zealousinhisministeriallabours,blamelessinhislifeandhabits,heyetdidnotappeartoenjoythatmentalserenity,thatinwardcontent,whichshouldbetherewardofeverysincereChristianandpracticalphilanthropist。Often,ofanevening,whenhesatatthewindow,hisdeskandpapersbeforehim,hewouldceasereadingorwriting,resthischinonhishand,anddeliverhimselfuptoIknownotwhatcourseofthought;butthatitwasperturbedandexcitingmightbeseeninthefrequentflashandchangefuldilationofhiseye。

  Ithink,moreover,thatNaturewasnottohimthattreasuryofdelightitwastohissisters。Heexpressedonce,andbutonceinmyhearing,astrongsenseoftheruggedcharmofthehills,andaninbornaffectionforthedarkroofandhoarywallshecalledhishome;buttherewasmoreofgloomthanpleasureinthetoneandwordsinwhichthesentimentwasmanifested;andneverdidheseemtoroamthemoorsforthesakeoftheirsoothingsilence—neverseekoutordwelluponthethousandpeacefuldelightstheycouldyield。

  Incommunicativeashewas,sometimeelapsedbeforeIhadanopportunityofgauginghismind。IfirstgotanideaofitscalibrewhenIheardhimpreachinhisownchurchatMorton。IwishIcoulddescribethatsermon:butitispastmypower。Icannotevenrenderfaithfullytheeffectitproducedonme。

  Itbegancalm—andindeed,asfarasdeliveryandpitchofvoicewent,itwascalmtotheend:anearnestlyfelt,yetstrictlyrestrainedzealbreathedsooninthedistinctaccents,andpromptedthenervouslanguage。Thisgrewtoforce—compressed,condensed,controlled。Theheartwasthrilled,themindastonished,bythepowerofthepreacher:neitherweresoftened。Throughouttherewasastrangebitterness;anabsenceofconsolatorygentleness;sternallusionstoCalvinisticdoctrines—election,predestination,reprobation—werefrequent;andeachreferencetothesepointssoundedlikeasentencepronouncedfordoom。Whenhehaddone,insteadoffeelingbetter,calmer,moreenlightenedbyhisdiscourse,Iexperiencedaninexpressiblesadness;foritseemedtome—Iknownotwhetherequallysotoothers—thattheeloquencetowhichIhadbeenlisteninghadsprungfromadepthwherelayturbiddregsofdisappointment—wheremovedtroublingimpulsesofinsatiateyearningsanddisquietingaspirations。IwassureSt。JohnRivers—pure—lived,conscientious,zealousashewas—hadnotyetfoundthatpeaceofGodwhichpassethallunderstanding:hehadnomorefoundit,Ithought,thanhadIwithmyconcealedandrackingregretsformybrokenidolandlostelysium—regretstowhichIhavelatterlyavoidedreferring,butwhichpossessedmeandtyrannisedovermeruthlessly。

  Meantimeamonthwasgone。DianaandMaryweresoontoleaveMoorHouse,andreturntothefardifferentlifeandscenewhichawaitedthem,asgovernessesinalarge,fashionable,south—of—Englandcity,whereeachheldasituationinfamiliesbywhosewealthyandhaughtymemberstheywereregardedonlyashumbledependants,andwhoneitherknewnorsoughtouttheirinnateexcellences,andappreciatedonlytheiracquiredaccomplishmentsastheyappreciatedtheskilloftheircookorthetasteoftheirwaiting—woman。Mr。St。Johnhadsaidnothingtomeyetabouttheemploymenthehadpromisedtoobtainforme;yetitbecameurgentthatIshouldhaveavocationofsomekind。Onemorning,beingleftalonewithhimafewminutesintheparlour,Iventuredtoapproachthewindow—recess—whichhistable,chair,anddeskconsecratedasakindofstudy—andIwasgoingtospeak,thoughnotverywellknowinginwhatwordstoframemyinquiry—foritisatalltimesdifficulttobreaktheiceofreserveglassingoversuchnaturesashis—whenhesavedmethetroublebybeingthefirsttocommenceadialogue。

  LookingupasIdrewnear—“Youhaveaquestiontoaskofme?”hesaid。

  “Yes;IwishtoknowwhetheryouhaveheardofanyserviceIcanoffermyselftoundertake?”

  “Ifoundordevisedsomethingforyouthreeweeksago;butasyouseemedbothusefulandhappyhere—asmysistershadevidentlybecomeattachedtoyou,andyoursocietygavethemunusualpleasure—IdeemeditinexpedienttobreakinonyourmutualcomforttilltheirapproachingdeparturefromMarshEndshouldrenderyoursnecessary。”

  “Andtheywillgointhreedaysnow?”Isaid。

  “Yes;andwhentheygo,IshallreturntotheparsonageatMorton:Hannahwillaccompanyme;andthisoldhousewillbeshutup。”

  Iwaitedafewmoments,expectinghewouldgoonwiththesubjectfirstbroached:butheseemedtohaveenteredanothertrainofreflection:hislookdenotedabstractionfrommeandmybusiness。Iwasobligedtorecallhimtoathemewhichwasofnecessityoneofcloseandanxiousinteresttome。

  “Whatistheemploymentyouhadinview,Mr。Rivers?Ihopethisdelaywillnothaveincreasedthedifficultyofsecuringit。”

  “Oh,no;sinceitisinemploymentwhichdependsonlyonmetogive,andyoutoaccept。”

  Heagainpaused:thereseemedareluctancetocontinue。Igrewimpatient:arestlessmovementortwo,andaneagerandexactingglancefastenedonhisface,conveyedthefeelingtohimaseffectuallyaswordscouldhavedone,andwithlesstrouble。

  “Youneedbeinnohurrytohear,”hesaid:“letmefranklytellyou,Ihavenothingeligibleorprofitabletosuggest。BeforeIexplain,recall,ifyouplease,mynotice,clearlygiven,thatifIhelpedyou,itmustbeastheblindmanwouldhelpthelame。Iampoor;forIfindthat,whenIhavepaidmyfather’sdebts,allthepatrimonyremainingtomewillbethiscrumblinggrange,therowofscathedfirsbehind,andthepatchofmoorishsoil,withtheyew—treesandholly—bushesinfront。Iamobscure:Riversisanoldname;butofthethreesoledescendantsoftherace,twoearnthedependant’scrustamongstrangers,andthethirdconsidershimselfanalienfromhisnativecountry—notonlyforlife,butindeath。Yes,anddeems,andisboundtodeem,himselfhonouredbythelot,andaspiresbutafterthedaywhenthecrossofseparationfromfleshlytiesshallbelaidonhisshoulders,andwhentheHeadofthatchurch—militantofwhosehumblestmembersheisone,shallgivetheword,‘Rise,followMe!’”

  St。Johnsaidthesewordsashepronouncedhissermons,withaquiet,deepvoice;withanunflushedcheek,andacoruscatingradianceofglance。Heresumed—

  “AndsinceIammyselfpoorandobscure,Icanofferyoubutaserviceofpovertyandobscurity。Youmayeventhinkitdegrading—forIseenowyourhabitshavebeenwhattheworldcallsrefined:yourtastesleantotheideal,andyoursocietyhasatleastbeenamongsttheeducated;butIconsiderthatnoservicedegradeswhichcanbetterourrace。IholdthatthemorearidandunreclaimedthesoilwheretheChristianlabourer’staskoftillageisappointedhim—thescantierthemeedhistoilbrings—thehigherthehonour。His,undersuchcircumstances,isthedestinyofthepioneer;andthefirstpioneersoftheGospelweretheApostles—theircaptainwasJesus,theRedeemer,Himself。”

  “Well?”Isaid,asheagainpaused—“proceed。”

  Helookedatmebeforeheproceeded:indeed,heseemedleisurelytoreadmyface,asifitsfeaturesandlineswerecharactersonapage。Theconclusionsdrawnfromthisscrutinyhepartiallyexpressedinhissucceedingobservations。

  “IbelieveyouwillacceptthepostIofferyou,”saidhe,“andholditforawhile:notpermanently,though:anymorethanIcouldpermanentlykeepthenarrowandnarrowing—thetranquil,hiddenofficeofEnglishcountryincumbent;forinyournatureisanalloyasdetrimentaltoreposeasthatinmine,thoughofadifferentkind。”

  “Doexplain,”Iurged,whenhehaltedoncemore。

  “Iwill;andyoushallhearhowpoortheproposalis,—howtrivial—howcramping。IshallnotstaylongatMorton,nowthatmyfatherisdead,andthatIammyownmaster。Ishallleavetheplaceprobablyinthecourseofatwelve—month;butwhileIdostay,Iwillexertmyselftotheutmostforitsimprovement。Morton,whenIcametoittwoyearsago,hadnoschool:thechildrenofthepoorwereexcludedfromeveryhopeofprogress。Iestablishedoneforboys:Imeannowtoopenasecondschoolforgirls。Ihavehiredabuildingforthepurpose,withacottageoftworoomsattachedtoitforthemistress’shouse。Hersalarywillbethirtypoundsayear:herhouseisalreadyfurnished,verysimply,butsufficiently,bythekindnessofalady,MissOliver;theonlydaughterofthesolerichmaninmyparish—Mr。Oliver,theproprietorofaneedle—factoryandiron—foundryinthevalley。Thesameladypaysfortheeducationandclothingofanorphanfromtheworkhouse,onconditionthatsheshallaidthemistressinsuchmenialofficesconnectedwithherownhouseandtheschoolasheroccupationofteachingwillpreventherhavingtimetodischargeinperson。Willyoubethismistress?”

  Heputthequestionratherhurriedly;heseemedhalftoexpectanindignant,oratleastadisdainfulrejectionoftheoffer:notknowingallmythoughtsandfeelings,thoughguessingsome,hecouldnottellinwhatlightthelotwouldappeartome。Intruthitwashumble—butthenitwassheltered,andIwantedasafeasylum:itwasplodding—butthen,comparedwiththatofagovernessinarichhouse,itwasindependent;andthefearofservitudewithstrangersenteredmysoullikeiron:itwasnotignoble—notunworthy—notmentallydegrading,Imademydecision。

  “Ithankyoufortheproposal,Mr。Rivers,andIacceptitwithallmyheart。”

  “Butyoucomprehendme?”hesaid。“Itisavillageschool:yourscholarswillbeonlypoorgirls—cottagers’children—atthebest,farmers’daughters。Knitting,sewing,reading,writing,ciphering,willbeallyouwillhavetoteach。Whatwillyoudowithyouraccomplishments?What,withthelargestportionofyourmind—sentiments—tastes?”

  “Savethemtilltheyarewanted。Theywillkeep。”

  “Youknowwhatyouundertake,then?”

  “Ido。”

  Henowsmiled:andnotabitterorasadsmile,butonewellpleasedanddeeplygratified。

  “Andwhenwillyoucommencetheexerciseofyourfunction?”

  “Iwillgotomyhouseto—morrow,andopentheschool,ifyoulike,nextweek。”

  “Verywell:sobeit。”

  Heroseandwalkedthroughtheroom。Standingstill,heagainlookedatme。Heshookhishead。

  “Whatdoyoudisapproveof,Mr。Rivers?”Iasked。

  “YouwillnotstayatMortonlong:no,no!”

  “Why?Whatisyourreasonforsayingso?”

  “Ireaditinyoureye;itisnotofthatdescriptionwhichpromisesthemaintenanceofaneventenorinlife。”

  “Iamnotambitious。”

  Hestartedattheword“ambitious。”Herepeated,“No。Whatmadeyouthinkofambition?Whoisambitious?IknowIam:buthowdidyoufinditout?”

  “Iwasspeakingofmyself。”

  “Well,ifyouarenotambitious,youare—”Hepaused。

  “What?”

  “Iwasgoingtosay,impassioned:butperhapsyouwouldhavemisunderstoodtheword,andbeendispleased。Imean,thathumanaffectionsandsympathieshaveamostpowerfulholdonyou。Iamsureyoucannotlongbecontenttopassyourleisureinsolitude,andtodevoteyourworkinghourstoamonotonouslabourwhollyvoidofstimulus:anymorethanIcanbecontent,”headded,withemphasis,“tolivehereburiedinmorass,pentinwithmountains—mynature,thatGodgaveme,contravened;myfaculties,heaven—bestowed,paralysed—madeuseless。YouhearnowhowIcontradictmyself。I,whopreachedcontentmentwithahumblelot,andjustifiedthevocationevenofhewersofwoodanddrawersofwaterinGod’sservice—I,Hisordainedminister,almostraveinmyrestlessness。Well,propensitiesandprinciplesmustbereconciledbysomemeans。”

  Helefttheroom。InthisbriefhourIhadlearntmoreofhimthaninthewholepreviousmonth:yetstillhepuzzledme。

  DianaandMaryRiversbecamemoresadandsilentasthedayapproachedforleavingtheirbrotherandtheirhome。Theybothtriedtoappearasusual;batthesorrowtheyhadtostruggleagainstwasonethatcouldnotbeentirelyconqueredorconcealed。Dianaintimatedthatthiswouldbeadifferentpartingfromanytheyhadeveryetknown。Itwouldprobably,asfarasSt。Johnwasconcerned,beapartingforyears:itmightbeapartingforlife。

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