"Mr. Rochester has sent me away to the nursery."

"Where is he?"

"In there," pointing to the apartment she had left; and I went in，and there he stood.

"e and bid me good-morning," said he. I gladly advanced; and it was not merely a cold word now，or even a shake of the hand that I received，but an embrace and a kiss. It seemed natural: it seemed genial to be so well loved，so caressed by him.

"Jane，you look blooming，and smiling，and pretty," said he: "truly pretty this morning. Is this my pale，little elf? Is this my mustard-seed? This little sunny-faced girl with the dimpled cheek and rosy lips; the satin-smooth hazel hair，and the radiant hazel eyes?" (I had green eyes，reader; but you must excuse the mistake: for him they were new-dyed，I suppose.)

"It is Jane Eyre，sir."

"Soon to be Jane Rochester," he added: "in four weeks，Janet; not a day more. Do you hear that?"

I did，and I could not quite prehend it: it made me giddy. The feeling，the announcement sent through me，was something stronger than was consistent with joy- something that smote and stunned: it was，I think，almost fear.

"You blushed，and now you are white，Jane: what is that for?"

"Because you gave me a new name- Jane Rochester; and it seems so strange."

"Yes，Mrs. Rochester," said he; "young Mrs. Rochester- Fairfax Rochester"s girl-bride."

"It can never be，sir; it does not sound likely. Human beings never enjoy plete happiness in this world. I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species: to imagine such a lot befalling me is a fairy tale- a day-dream."

"Which I can and will realise. I shall begin to-day. This morning I wrote to my banker in London to send me certain jewels he has in his keeping,- heirlooms for the ladies of Thornfield. In a day or two I hope to pour them into your lap: for every privilege，every attention shall be yours that I would accord a peer"s daughter，if about to marry her."