Jane Eyre eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 705 pages of information about Jane Eyre.

Jane Eyre eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 705 pages of information about Jane Eyre.

“Jane,” she said, “you are always agitated and pale now.  I am sure there is something the matter.  Tell me what business St. John and you have on hands.  I have watched you this half hour from the window; you must forgive my being such a spy, but for a long time I have fancied I hardly know what.  St. John is a strange being —­ "

She paused —­ I did not speak:  soon she resumed —

“That brother of mine cherishes peculiar views of some sort respecting you, I am sure:  he has long distinguished you by a notice and interest he never showed to any one else —­ to what end?  I wish he loved you —­ does he, Jane?”

I put her cool hand to my hot forehead; “No, Die, not one whit.”

“Then why does he follow you so with his eyes, and get you so frequently alone with him, and keep you so continually at his side?  Mary and I had both concluded he wished you to marry him.”

“He does —­ he has asked me to be his wife.”

Diana clapped her hands.  “That is just what we hoped and thought!  And you will marry him, Jane, won’t you?  And then he will stay in England.”

“Far from that, Diana; his sole idea in proposing to me is to procure a fitting fellow-labourer in his Indian toils.”

“What!  He wishes you to go to India?”

“Yes.”

“Madness!” she exclaimed.  “You would not live three months there, I am certain.  You never shall go:  you have not consented, have you, Jane?”

“I have refused to marry him —­ "

“And have consequently displeased him?” she suggested.

“Deeply:  he will never forgive me, I fear:  yet I offered to accompany him as his sister.”

“It was frantic folly to do so, Jane.  Think of the task you undertook —­ one of incessant fatigue, where fatigue kills even the strong, and you are weak.  St. John —­ you know him —­ would urge you to impossibilities:  with him there would be no permission to rest during the hot hours; and unfortunately, I have noticed, whatever he exacts, you force yourself to perform.  I am astonished you found courage to refuse his hand.  You do not love him then, Jane?”

“Not as a husband.”

“Yet he is a handsome fellow.”

“And I am so plain, you see, Die.  We should never suit.”

“Plain!  You?  Not at all.  You are much too pretty, as well as too good, to be grilled alive in Calcutta.”  And again she earnestly conjured me to give up all thoughts of going out with her brother.

“I must indeed,” I said; “for when just now I repeated the offer of serving him for a deacon, he expressed himself shocked at my want of decency.  He seemed to think I had committed an impropriety in proposing to accompany him unmarried:  as if I had not from the first hoped to find in him a brother, and habitually regarded him as such.”

“What makes you say he does not love you, Jane?”

“You should hear himself on the subject.  He has again and again explained that it is not himself, but his office he wishes to mate.  He has told me I am formed for labour —­ not for love:  which is true, no doubt.  But, in my opinion, if I am not formed for love, it follows that I am not formed for marriage.  Would it not be strange, Die, to be chained for life to a man who regarded one but as a useful tool?”

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