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I lifted up my head to look: the roof resolved to clouds, high and dim; the gleam was such as the moon imparts to vapours she is about to sever.

I watched her come-watched with the strangest anticipation; as though some word of doom were to be written on her disk.

She broke forth as never moon yet burst from cloud: a hand first penetrated the sable folds and waved them away; then, not a moon, but a white human form shone in the azure, inclining a glorious brow earthward.

It gazed and gazed on me.

It spoke to my spirit: immeasurably distant was the tone, yet so near, it whispered in my heart-

"My daughter, flee temptation."

"Mother, I will."

So I answered after I had waked from the trance-like dream.

It was yet night, but July nights are short: soon after midnight, dawn comes.

"It cannot be too early to commence the task I have to fulfil," thought I.

I rose: I was dressed; for I had taken off nothing but my shoes.

I knew where to find in my drawers some linen, a locket, a ring.

In seeking these articles, I encountered the beads of a pearl necklace Mr. Rochester had forced me to accept a few days ago.

I left that; it was not mine: it was the visionary bride's who had melted in air.

The other articles I made up in a parcel; my purse, containing twenty shillings (it was all I had), I put in my pocket: I tied on my straw bonnet, pinned my shawl, took the parcel and my slippers, which I would not put on yet, and stole from my room.

"Farewell, kind Mrs. Fairfax!" I whispered, as I glided past her door. "Farewell, my darling Adèle!" I said, as I glanced towards the nursery. No thought could be admitted of entering to embrace her. I had to deceive a fine ear: for aught I knew it might now be listening.

I would have got past Mr. Rochester's chamber without a pause; but my heart momentarily stopping its beat at that threshold, my foot was forced to stop also.

No sleep was there: the inmate was walking restlessly from wall to wall; and again and again he sighed while I listened.

There was a heaven-a temporary heaven-in this room for me, if I chose: I had but to go in and to say-

"Mr. Rochester, I will love you and live with you through life till death," and a fount of rapture would spring to my lips. I thought of this.

That kind master, who could not sleep now, was waiting with impatience for day.

He would send for me in the morning; I should be gone.

He would have me sought for: vainly.

He would feel himself forsaken; his love rejected: he would suffer; perhaps grow desperate.

I thought of this too.

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