t after him； and the last ray vanished。 I was left in total darkness。 I listened for some noise； but heard nothing。 A very long time elapsed。 I grew weary： it was cold； in spite of the cloak； and then I did not see the use of staying； as I was not to rouse the house。 I was on the point of risking Mr。 Rochester’s displeasure by disobeying his orders； when the light once more gleamed dimly on the gallery wall； and I heard his unshod feet tread the matting。 “I hope it is he；” thought I； “and not something worse。”
He re…entered； pale and very gloomy。 “I have found it all out；” said he； setting his candle down on the washstand； “it is as I thought。”
“How； sir？”
He made no reply； but stood with his arms folded； looking on the ground。 At the end of a few minutes he inquired in rather a peculiar tone—
“I forget whether you said you saw anything when you opened your chamber door。”
“No； sir； only the candlestick on the ground。”
“But you heard an odd laugh？ You have heard that laugh before； I should think； or something like it？”
“Yes； sir： there is a woman who sews here； called Grace Poole；—she laughs in that way。 She is a singular person。”
“Just so。 Grace Poole—you have guessed it。 She is； as you say； singular—very。 Well； I shall reflect on the subject。 Meantime； I am glad that you are the only person； besides myself； acquainted with the precise details of to…night’s incident。 You are no talking fool： say nothing about it。 I will account for this state of affairs” （pointing to the bed）： “and now return to your own room。 I shall do very well on the sofa in the library for the rest of the night。 It is near four：… in two hours the servants will be up。”
“Good…night； then； sir；” said I； departing。
He seemed surprised—very inconsistently so； as he had just told me to go。
“What！” he exclaimed； “are you quitting me already； and in that way？”
“You said I might go； sir。”
“But not without taking leave； not without a word or two of acknowledgment and good…will： not； in short； in that brief； dry fashion。 Why； you have saved my life！—snatched me from a horrible and excruciating death！ and you walk past me as if we were mutual strangers！ At least shake hands。”
He held out his hand； I gave him mine： he took it first in one； them in both his own。
“You have saved my life： I have a pleasure in owing you so immense a debt。 I cannot say more。 Nothing else that has being would have been tolerable to me in the character of creditor for such an obligation： but you： it is different；—I feel your benefits no burden； Jane。”
He paused； gazed at me： words almost visible trembled on his lips；—but his voice was checked。
“Good…night again； sir。 There is no debt； benefit； burden； obligation； in the case。”
“I knew；” he continued； “you would do me good in some way； at some time；—I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you： their expression and smile did not”—（again he stopped）—“did not” （he proceeded hastily） “strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing。 People talk of natural sympathies； I have heard of good genii： there are grains of truth in the wildest fable。 My cherished preserver； goodnight！”
Strange energy was in his voice； strange fire in his look。
“I am glad I happened to be awake；” I said： and then I was going。
“What！ you will go？”
“I am cold； sir。”
“Cold？ Yes；—and standing in a pool！ Go； then； Jane； go！” But he still retained my hand； and I could not free it。 I bethought myself of an expedient。
“I think I hear Mrs。 Fairfax move； sir；” said I。
“Well； leave me：” he relaxed his fingers； and I was gone。
I regained my couch； but never thought of sleep。 Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea； where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy。 I thought sometimes I saw beyond its wild waters a shore； sweet as the hills of Beulah； and now and then a freshening gale； wakened by hope； bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne： but I could not reach it； even in fancy—a counteracting breeze blew off land； and continually drove me back。 Sense would resist delirium： judgment would warn passion。 Too feverish to rest； I rose as soon as day dawned。
Chapter 16
I both wished and feared to see Mr。 Rochester on the day which followed this sleepless night： I wanted to hear his voice again； yet feared to meet his eye。 During the early part of the morning； I momentarily expected his ing； he was not in the frequent habit of entering the schoolroom； but he did step in for a few minutes sometimes； and I had the impression that he was sure to visit it that day。
But the morning passed just as usual： nothing happened to interrupt the quiet course of Adèle’s studies； only soon after breakfast； I heard some bustle in the neighbourhood of Mr。 Rochester’s chamber； Mrs。 Fairfax’s voice； and Leah’s； and the cook’s—that is； John’s wife—and even John’s own gruff tones。 There were exclamations of “What a mercy master was not burnt in his bed！” “It is always dangerous to keep a candle lit at night。” “How providential that he had presence of mind to think of the water…jug！” “I wonder he waked nobody！” “It is to be hoped he will not take cold with sleeping on the library sofa；” &c。
To much confabulation succeeded a sound of scrubbing and setting to rights； and when I passed the room； in going downstairs to dinner； I saw through the open door that all was again restored to plete order； only the bed was stripped of its hangings。 Leah stood up in the window…seat； rubbing the panes of glass dimmed with smoke。 I was about to address her； for I wished to know what account had been given of the affair： but； on advancing； I saw a second person in the chamber—a woman sitting on a chair by the bedside； and sewing rings to new curtains。 That woman was no other than Grace Poole。
There she sat； staid and taciturn…looking； as usual； in her brown stuff gown； her check apron； white handkerchief； and cap。 She was intent on her work； in which her whole thoughts seemed absorbed： on her hard forehead； and in her monplace features； was nothing either of the paleness or desperation one would have expected to see marking the countenance of a woman who had attempted murder； and whose intended victim had followed her last night to her lair； and （as I believed）； charged her with the crime she wished to perpetrate。 I was amazed—confounded。 She looked up； while I still gazed at her： no start； no increase or failure of colour betrayed emotion； consciousness of guilt； or fear of detection。 She said “Good morning； Miss；” in her usual phlegmatic and brief manner； and taking up another ring and more tape； went on with her sewing。
“I will put her to some test；” thought I： “such absolute imperability is past prehension。”
“Good morning； Grace；” I said。 “Has anything happened here？ I thought I heard the servants all talking together a while ago。”
“Only master had been reading in his bed last night； he fell asleep with his candle lit； and the curtains got on fire； but； fortunately； he awoke before the bed…clothes or the wood…work caught； and contrived to quench the flames with the water in the ewer。
“A strange affair！” I said； in a low voice： then； looking at her fixedly—“Did Mr。 Rochester wake nobody？ Did no one hear him move？”
She again raised her eyes to me； and this time there was something of consciousness in their expression。 She seemed to examine me warily； then she answered—
“The servants sleep so far off； you know； Miss； they would not be likely to hear。 Mrs。 Fairfax’s room and yours are the nearest to master’s； but Mrs。 Fairfax said she heard nothing： when people get elderly； they often sleep heavy。” She paused； and then added； with a sort of assumed indifference； but still in a marked and significant tone—“But you are young； Miss； and I should say a light sleeper： perhaps you may have heard a noise？”
“I did；” said I； dropping my voice； so that Leah； who was still polishing the panes； could not hear me； “and at first I thought it was Pilot： but Pilot cannot laugh； and I am certain I heard a laugh； and a strange one。”
She took a new needleful of thread； waxed it carefully； threaded her needle with a steady hand； and then observed； with perfect posure—
“It is hardly likely master would laugh； I should think； Miss； when he was in such danger： You must have been dreaming。”
“I was not dreaming；” I said； with some warmth； for her brazen coolness provoked me。 Again she looked at me； and with the same scrutinising and conscious eye。
“Have you told master that you heard a laugh？” she inquired。
“I have not had the opportunity of speaking to him this morning。”
“You did not think of opening your door and looking out into the gallery？” she further asked。
She appeared to be cross…questioning me； attempting to draw from me information unawares。 The idea struck me that if she discovered I knew or suspected her guilt； she would be playing of some of her malignant pranks on me； I thought it advisable to be on my guard。
“On the contrary；” said I； “I bolted my door。”
“Then you are not in the habit of bolting your door every night before you get into bed？”
“Fiend！ she wants to know my habits； that she may lay her plans accordingly！” Indignation again prevailed over prudence： I replied sharply； “Hitherto I have often omitted to fasten the bolt： I did not think it necessary。 I was not aware any danger or annoyance was to be dreaded at Thornfield Hall： but in future” （and I laid marked stress on the words） “I shall take good care to make all secure before I venture to lie down。”
“It will be wise so to do；” was her answer： “this neighbourhood is as quiet as any I know； and I never heard of the hall being attempted by robbers since it was a house； though there are hundreds of pounds’ worth of plate in the plate…closet； as is well known。 And you see； for such a large house； there are very few servants； because master has never lived here much； and when he does e； being a bachelor； he needs little waiting on： but I always think it best to err on the safe side； a door is soon fastened； and it is as well to have a drawn bolt between one and any mischief that may be about。 A deal of people； Miss； are for trusting all to Providence； but I say Providence will not dispense with the means； though He often blesses them when they are used discreetly。” And here she closed her harangue： a long one for her； and uttered with the demureness of a Quakeress。
I still stood absolutely dumfoundered at what appeared to me her miraculous self…possession and most inscrutable hypocrisy； when the cook entered。
“Mrs。 Poole；” said she； addressing Grace； “the servants’ dinner will soon be ready： will you e down？”
“No； just put my pint of porter and bit of pudding on a tray； and I’ll carry it upstairs。”
“You’ll have some meat？”
“Just a morsel； and a taste of cheese； that’s all。”
“And the sago？”
“Never mind it at present： I shall be ing down before teatime： I’ll make it myself。”
The cook here turned to me； saying that Mrs。 Fairfax was waiting for me： so I departed。
I hardly heard Mrs。 Fairfax’s account of the curtain conflagration during dinner； so much was I occupied in puzzling my brains over the enigmatical character of Grace Poole； and s