It began calm- and indeed，as far as delivery and pitch of voice went，it was calm to the end: an earnestly felt，yet strictly restrained zeal breathed soon in the distinct accents，and prompted the nervous language. This grew to force- pressed，condensed，controlled. The heart was thrilled，the mind astonished，by the power of the preacher: neither were softened. Throughout there was a strange bitterness; an absence of consolatory gentleness; stern allusions to Calvinistic doctrines- election，predestination，reprobation- were frequent; and each reference to these points sounded like a sentence pronounced for doom. When he had done，instead of feeling better，calmer，more enlightened by his discourse，I experienced an expressible sadness; for it seemed to me- I know not whether equally so to others- that the eloquence to which I had been listening had sprung from a depth where lay turbid dregs of disappointment- where moved troubling impulses of insatiate yearnings and disquieting aspirations. I was sure St. John Rivers- pure-lived，conscientious，zealous as he was- had not yet found that peace of God which passeth all understanding; he had no more found it，I thought，than had I with my concealed and racking regrets for my broken idol and lost elysium- regrets to which I have latterly avoided referring，but which possessed me and tyrannised over me ruthlessly.

Meantime a month was gone. Diana and Mary were soon to leave Moor House，and return to the far different life and scene which awaited them，as governesses in a large，fashionable，south-of-England city，where each held a situation in families by whose wealthy and haughty members they were regarded only as humble dependants，and who neither knew nor sought out their innate excellences，and appreciated only their acquired acplishments as they appreciated the skill of their cook or the taste of their waiting-woman. Mr. St. John had said nothing to me yet about the employment he had promised to obtain for me; yet it became urgent that I should have a vocation of some kind. One morning，being left alone with him a few minutes in the parlour，I ventured to approach the window-recess- which his table，chair，and desk consecrated as a kind of study- and I was going to speak，though not very well knowing in what words to frame my inquiry- for it is at all times difficult to break the ice of reserve glassing over such natures as his- when he saved me the trouble by being the first to mence a dialogue.