"Well，I have twice done you a wrong which I regret now. One was in breaking the promise which I gave my husband to bring you up as my own child; the other-" she stopped. "After all，it is of no great importance，perhaps," she murmured to herself: "and then I may get better; and to humble myself so to her is painful."

She made an effort to alter her position，but failed: her face changed; she seemed to experience some inward sensation- the precursor，perhaps，of the last pang.

"Well，I must get it over. Eternity is before me: I had better tell her.- Go to my dressing-case，open it，and take out a letter you will see there."

I obeyed her directions. "Read the letter," she said.

It was short，and thus conceived:-

"MADAM,- Will you have the goodness to send me the address of my niece，Jane Eyre，and to tell me how she is? It is my intention to write shortly and desire her to e to me at Madeira. providence has blessed my endeavours to secure a petency; and as I am unmarried and childless，I wish to adopt her during my life，and bequeath her at my death whatever I may have to leave.- I am，Madam，etc.，etc.,

"JOHN EYRE，Madeira."

It was dated three years back.

"Why did I never hear of this?" I asked.

"Because I disliked you too fixedly and thoroughly ever to lend a hand in lifting you to prosperity. I could not forget your conduct to me，Jane- the fury with which you once turned on me; the tone in which you declared you abhorred me the worst of anybody in the world; the unchildlike look and voice with which you affirmed that the very thought of me made you sick，and asserted that I had treated you with miserable cruelty. I could not forget my own sensations when you thus started up and poured out the venom of your mind: I felt fear as if an animal that I had struck or pushed had looked up at me with human eyes and cursed me in a man"s voice.- Bring me some water! Oh，make haste!"

"Dear Mrs. Reed," said I，as I offered her the draught she required，"think no more of all this，let it pass away from your mind.