第113章

第113章“no：youareverywell；andmuchimprovedoflate；andmr.rochester，idaresay，isfondofyou.ihavealwaysnoticedthatyouwereasortofpetofhis.therearetimeswhen，foryoursake，ihavebeenalittleuneasyathismarkedpreference，andhavewishedtoputyouonyourguard：butididnotliketoesteventhepossibilityofwrong.iknewsuchanideawouldshock，perhapsoffendyou；andyouweresodiscreet，andsothoroughlymodestandsensible，ihopedyoumightbetrustedtoprotectyourself.lastnighticannottellyouwhatisufferedwhenisoughtalloverthehouse，andcouldfindyounowhere，northemastereither；andthen，attwelveo’clock，sawyoucomeinwithhim.”

“well，nevermindthatnow，”iinterruptedimpatiently；“itisenoughthatallwasright.”

“ihopeallwillberightintheend，”shesaid：“butbelieveme，youcannotbetoocareful.tryandkeepmr.rochesteratadistance：distrustyourselfaswellashim.gentlemeninhisstationarenotaccustomedtomarrytheirgovernesses.”

iwasgrowingtrulyirritated：happily，adèleranin.

“letmego，—letmegotomillcotetoo！”shecried.“mr.rochesterwon’t：thoughthereissomuchroominthenewcarriage.beghimtoletmegomademoiselle.”

“thatiwill，adèle；”andihastenedawaywithher，gladtoquitmygloomymonitress.thecarriagewasready：theywerebringingitroundtothefront，andmymasterwasthepavement，pilotfollowinghimbackwardsandforwards.

“adèlemayaccompanyus，mayshenot，sir？”

“itoldherno.i’llhavenobrats！—i’llhaveonlyyou.”

“dolethergo，mr.rochester，ifyouplease：itwouldbebetter.”

“notit：shewillbearestraint.”

hewasquiteperemptory，bothinlookandvoice.thechillofmrs.fairfax’swarnings，andthedampofherdoubtswereuponme：somethingofunsubstantialityanduncertaintyhadbesetmyhopes.ihalflostthesenseofpoweroverhim.iwasaboutmechanicallytoobeyhim，withoutfurtherremonstrance；butashehelpedmeintothecarriage，helookedatmyface.

“whatisthematter？”heasked；“allthesunshineisgone.doyoureallywishthebairntogo？willitannoyyouifsheisleftbehind？”

“iwouldfarrathershewent，sir.”

“thenoffforyourbonnet，andbacklikeaflashoflightning！”criedhetoadèle.

sheobeyedhimwithwhatspeedshemight.

“afterall，asinglemorning’sinterruptionwillnotmattermuch，”saidhe，“whenimeanshortlytoclaimyou—yourthoughts，conversation，andcompany—forlife.”

adèle，whenliftedin，commencedkissingme，bywayofexpressinghergratitudeformyintercession：shewasinstantlystowedawayintoacornerontheothersideofhim.shethenpeepedroundtowhereisat；sosternaneighbourwastoorestrictivetohim，inhispresentfractiousmood，shedaredwhispernoobservations，noraskofhimanyinformation.

“lethercometome，”ientreated：“shewill，perhaps，troubleyou，sir：thereisplentyofroomonthisside.”

hehandedheroverasifshehadbeenalapdog.“i’llsendhertoschoolyet，”hesaid，butnowhewassmiling.

adèleheardhim，andaskedifshewastogotoschool“sansmademoiselle？”

“yes，”hereplied，“absolutelysansmademoiselle；foriamtotakemademoiselletothemoon，andthereishallseekacaveinoneofthewhitevalleysamongthevolcano-tops，andmademoiselleshalllivewithmethere，andonlyme.”

“shewillhavenothingtoeat：youwillstarveher，”observedadèle.

“ishallgathermannaforhermorningandnight：theplainsandhillsidesinthemoonarebleachedwithmanna，adèle.”

“shewillwanttowarmherself：whatwillshedoforafire？”

“firerisesoutofthelunarmountains：whensheiscold，i’llcarryheruptoapeak，andlayherdownontheedgeofacrater.”

“oh，qu’elleyseramal—peucomfortable！andherclothes，theywillwearout：howcanshegetnewones？”

mr.rochesterprofessedtobepuzzled.“hem！”saidhe.“whatwouldyoudo，adèle？cudgelyourbrainsforanexpedient.howwouldawhiteorapinkcloudanswerforagown，doyouthink？andonecouldcutaprettyenoughscarfoutofarainbow.”

“sheisfarbetterassheis，”concludedadèle，aftermusingsometime：“besides，shewouldgettiredoflivingwithonlyyouinthemoon.ifiweremademoiselle，iwouldneverconsenttogowithyou.”

“shehasconsented：shehaspledgedherword.”

“butyoucan’tgetherthere；thereisnoroadtothemoon：itisallair；andneitheryounorshecanfly.”

无一错一首一发一内一容一在一6一9一书一吧一看！

“adèle，lookatthatfield.”wewerenowoutsidethornfieldgates，andbowlinglightlyalongthesmoothroadtomillcote，wherethedustwaswelllaidbythethunderstorm，and，wherethelowhedgesandloftytimbertreesoneachsideglistenedgreenandrain-refreshed.

“inthatfield，adèle，iwaswalkinglateoneeveningaboutafortnightsince—theeveningofthedayyouhelpedmetomakehayintheorchardmeadows；and，asiwastiredwithrakingswaths，isatdowntorestmeonastile；andthereitookoutalittlebookandapencil，andbegantowriteaboutamisfortunethatbefellmelongago，andawishihadforhappydaystocome：iwaswritingawayveryfast，thoughdaylightwasfadingfromtheleaf，whensomethingcameupthepathandstoppedtwoyardsoffme.ilookedatit.itwasalittlethingwithaveilofgossameronitshead.ibeckonedittocomenearme；itstoodsoonatmyknee.ineverspoketoit，anditneverspoketome，inwords；butireaditseyes，anditreadmine；andourspeechlesscolloquywastothiseffect—

“itwasafairy，andcomefromelf-land，itsaid；anditserrandwastomakemehappy：imustgowithitoutofthecommonworldtoalonelyplace—suchasthemoon，forinstance—anditnoddeditsheadtowardsherhorn，risingoverhay-hill：ittoldmeofthealabastercaveandsilvervalewherewemightlive.isaidishouldliketogo；butremindedit，asyoudidme，thatihadnowingstofly.