Nothing was said of the master"s marriage，and I saw no preparation going on for such an event. Almost every day I asked Mrs. Fairfax if she had yet heard anything decided: her answer was always in the negative. Once she said she had actually put the question to Mr. Rochester as to when he was going to bring his bride home; but he had answered her only by a joke and one of his queer looks，and she could not tell what to make of him.

One thing specially surprised me，and that was，there were no journeyings backward and forward，no visits to Ingram park: to be sure it was twenty miles off，on the borders of another county; but what was that distance to an ardent lover? To so practised and indefatigable a horseman as Mr. Rochester，it would be but a morning"s ride. I began to cherish hopes I had no right to conceive: that the match was broken off; that rumour had been mistaken; that one or both parties had changed their minds. I used to look at my master"s face to see if it were sad or fierce; but I could not remember the time when it had been so uniformly clear of clouds or evil feelings.

If，in the moments I and my pupil spent with him，I lacked spirits and sank into inevitable dejection，he became even gay. Never had he called me more frequently to his presence; never been kinder to me when there- and，alas! never had I loved him so well.