I felt I became a favourite in the neighbourhood. Whenever I went out，I heard on all sides cordial salutations，and was weled with friendly smiles. To live amidst general regard，though it be but the regard of working people，is like "sitting in sunshine，calm and sweet"; serene inward feelings bud and bloom under the ray. At this period of my life，my heart far oftener swelled with thankfulness than sank with dejection: and yet，reader，to tell you all，in the midst of this calm，this useful existence- after a day passed in honourable exertion amongst my scholars，an evening spent in drawing or reading contentedly alone- I used to rush into strange dreams at night: dreams many-coloured，agitated，full of the ideal，the stirring，the stormy- dreams where，amidst unusual scenes，charged with adventure，with agitating risk and romantic chance，I still again and again met Mr. Rochester，always at some exciting crisis; and then the sense of being in his arms，hearing his voice，meeting his eye，touching his hand and cheek，loving him，being loved by him- the hope of passing a lifetime at his side，would be renewed，with all its first force and fire. Then I awoke. Then I recalled where I was，and how situated.

Then I rose up on my curtainless bed，trembling and quivering; and then the still，dark night witnessed the convulsion of despair，and heard the burst of passion. By nine o"clock the next morning I was punctually opening the school; tranquil，settled，prepared for the steady duties of the day.

Rosamond Oliver kept her word in ing to visit me. Her call at the school was generally made in the course of her morning ride. She would canter up to the door on her pony，followed by a mounted livery servant. Anything more exquisite than her appearance，in her purple habit，with her Amazon"s cap of black velvet placed gracefully above the long curls that kissed her cheek and floated to her shoulders，can scarcely be imagined: and it was thus she would enter the rustic building，and glide through the dazzled ranks of the village children. She generally came at the hour when Mr. Rivers was engaged in giving his daily catechising lesson. Keenly，I fear，did the eye of the visitress pierce the young pastor"s heart. A sort of instinct seemed to warn him of her entrance，even when he did not see it; and when he was looking quite away from the door，if she appeared at it，his cheek would glow，and his marble-seeming features，though they refused to relax，changed indescribably，and in their very quiescence became expressive of a repressed fervour，stronger than working muscle or darting glance could indicate.