Look at his wings, said he, he reminds me rather of a West Indian insect; one does not often see so large and gay a night-rover in England; there! he is flown.
The moth roamed away. I was sheepishly retreating also; but Mr. Rochester followed me, and when we reached the wicket, he said
Turn back: on so lovely a night it is a shame to sit in the house; and surely no one can wish to go to bed while sunset is thus at meeting with moonrise.
It is one of my faults, that though my tongue is sometimes prompt enough at an answer, there are times when it sadly fails me in framing an excuse; and always the lapse occurs at some crisis, when a facile word or plausible pretext is specially wanted to get me out of painful embarrassment. I did not like to walk at this hour alone with Mr. Rochester in the shadowy orchard; but I could not find a reason to allege for leaving him. I followed with lagging step, and thoughts busily bent on discovering a means of extrication; but he himself looked so composed and so grave also, I became ashamed of feeling any confusion: the evilif evil existent or prospective there wasseemed to lie with me only; his mind was unconscious and quiet.
Jane, he recommenced, as we entered the laurel walk, and slowly strayed down in the direction of the sunk fence and the horse- chestnut, Thornfield is a pleasant place in summer, is it not?
You must have become in some degree attached to the house,you, who have an eye for natural beauties, and a good deal of the organ of Adhesiveness?
I am attached to it, indeed.
And though I dont comprehend how it is, I perceive you have acquired a degree of regard for that foolish little child Adèle, too; and even for simple dame Fairfax?
Yes, sir; in different ways, I have an affection for both.
And would be sorry to part with them?
Pity! he said, and sighed and paused. It is always the way of events in this life, he continued presently: no sooner have you got settled in a pleasant resting-place, than a voice calls out to you to rise and move on, for the hour of repose is expired.
Must I move on, sir? I asked. Must I leave Thornfield?
I believe you must, Jane. I am sorry, Janet, but I believe indeed you must.
This was a blow: but I did not let it prostrate me.
Well, sir, I shall be ready when the order to march comes.
It is come nowI must give it to-night.
Then you are going to be married, sir?
Ex-act-lypre-cise-ly: with your usual acuteness, you have hit the nail straight on the head.
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