article； she informed me it was a covering for the altar of a new church lately erected near Gateshead。 Two hours she devoted to her diary； two to working by herself in the kitchen…garden； and one to the regulation of her accounts。 She seemed to want no pany； no conversation。 I believe she was happy in her way： this routine sufficed for her； and nothing annoyed her so much as the occurrence of any incident which forced her to vary its clockwork regularity。
She told me one evening； when more disposed to be municative than usual； that John’s conduct； and the threatened ruin of the family； had been a source of profound affliction to her： but she had now； she said； settled her mind； and formed her resolution。 Her own fortune she had taken care to secure； and when her mother died—and it was wholly improbable； she tranquilly remarked； that she should either recover or linger long—she would execute a long…cherished project： seek a retirement where punctual habits would be permanently secured from disturbance； and place safe barriers between herself and a frivolous world。 I asked if Georgiana would acpany her。
“Of course not。 Georgiana and she had nothing in mon： they never had had。 She would not be burdened with her society for any consideration。 Georgiana should take her own course； and she； Eliza； would take hers。”
Georgiana； when not unburdening her heart to me； spent most of her time in lying on the sofa； fretting about the dulness of the house； and wishing over and over again that her aunt Gibson would send her an invitation up to town。 “It would be so much better；” she said； “if she could only get out of the way for a month or two； till all was over。” I did not ask what she meant by “all being over；” but I suppose she referred to the expected decease of her mother and the gloomy sequel of funeral rites。 Eliza generally took no more notice of her sister’s indolence and plaints than if no such murmuring； lounging object had been before her。 One day； however； as she put away her account…book and unfolded her embroidery； she suddenly took her up thus—
“Georgiana； a more vain and absurd animal than you was certainly never allowed to cumber the earth。 You had no right to be born； for you make no use of life。 Instead of living for； in； and with yourself； as a reasonable being ought； you seek only to fasten your feebleness on some other person’s strength： if no one can be found willing to burden her or himself with such a fat； weak； puffy； useless thing； you cry out that you are ill…treated； neglected； miserable。 Then； too； existence for you must be a scene of continual change and excitement； or else the world is a dungeon： you must be admired； you must be courted； you must be flattered—you must have music； dancing； and society—or you languish； you die away。 Have you no sense to devise a system which will make you independent of all efforts； and all wills； but your own？ Take one day； share it into sections； to each section apportion its task： leave no stray unemployed quarters of an hour； ten minutes； five minutes—include all； do each piece of business in its turn with method； with rigid regularity。 The day will close almost before you are aware it has begun； and you are indebted to no one for helping you to get rid of one vacant moment： you have had to seek no one’s pany； conversation； sympathy； forbearance； you have lived； in short； as an independent being ought to do。 Take this advice： the first and last I shall offer you； then you will not want me or any one else； happen what may。 Neglect it—go on as heretofore； craving； whining； and idling—and suffer the results of your idiocy； however bad and insuperable they may be。 I tell you this plainly； and listen： for though I shall no more repeat what I am now about to say； I shall steadily act on it。 After my mother’s death； I wash my hands of you： from the day her coffin is carried to the vault in Gateshead Church； you and I will be as separate as if we had never known each other。 You need not think that because we chanced to be born of the same parents； I shall suffer you to fasten me down by even the feeblest claim： I can tell you this—if the whole human race； ourselves excepted； were swept away； and we two stood alone on the earth； I would leave you in the old world； and betake myself to the new。”
She closed her lips。
“You might have spared yourself the trouble of delivering that tirade；” answered Georgiana。 “Everybody knows you are the most selfish； heartless creature in existence： and I know your spiteful hatred towards me： I have had a specimen of it before in the trick you played me about Lord Edwin Vere： you could not bear me to be raised above you； to have a title； to be received into circles where you dare not show your face； and so you acted the spy and informer； and ruined my prospects for ever。” Georgiana took out her handkerchief and blew her nose for an hour afterwards； Eliza sat cold； impassable； and assiduously industrious。
True； generous feeling is made small account of by some； but here were two natures rendered； the one intolerably acrid； the other despicably savourless for the want of it。 Feeling without judgment is a washy draught indeed； but judgment untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition。
It was a wet and windy afternoon： Georgiana had fallen asleep on the sofa over the perusal of a novel； Eliza was gone to attend a saint’s…day service at the new church—for in matters of religion she was a rigid formalist： no weather ever prevented the punctual discharge of what she considered her devotional duties； fair or foul； she went to church thrice every Sunday； and as often on week… days as there were prayers。
I bethought myself to go upstairs and see how the dying woman sped； who lay there almost unheeded： the very servants paid her but a remittent attention： the hired nurse； being little looked after； would slip out of the room whenever she could。 Bessie was faithful； but she had her own family to mind； and could only e occasionally to the hall。 I found the sick…room unwatched； as I had expected： no nurse was there； the patient lay still； and seemingly lethargic； her livid face sunk in the pillows： the fire was dying in the grate。 I renewed the fuel； re…arranged the bedclothes； gazed awhile on her who could not now gaze on me； and then I moved away to the window。
The rain beat strongly against the panes； the wind blew tempestuously： “One lies there；” I thought； “who will soon be beyond the war of earthly elements。 Whither will that spirit—noaterial tenement—flit when at length released？”
In pondering the great mystery； I thought of Helen Burns； recalled her dying words—her faith—her doctrine of the equality of disembodied souls。 I was still listening in thought to her well… remembered tones—still picturing her pale and spiritual aspect； her wasted face and sublime gaze； as she lay on her placid deathbed； and whispered her longing to be restored to her divine Father’s bosom— when a feeble voice murmured from the couch behind： “Who is that？”
I knew Mrs。 Reed had not spoken for days： was she reviving？ I went up to her。
“It is I； Aunt Reed。”
“Who—I？” was her answer。 “Who are you？” looking at me with surprise and a sort of alarm； but still not e—where is Bessie？”
“She is at the lodge； aunt。”
“Aunt；” she repeated。 “Who calls me aunt？ You are not one of the Gibsons； and yet I know you—that face； and the eyes and forehead； are quiet familiar to me： you are like—why； you are like Jane Eyre！”
I said nothing： I was afraid of occasioning some shock by declaring my identity。
“Yet；” said she； “I am afraid it is a mistake： my thoughts deceive me。 I wished to see Jane Eyre； and I fancy a likeness where none exists： besides； in eight years she must be so changed。” I now gently assured her that I was the person she supposed and desired me to be： and seeing that I was understood； and that her senses were quite collected； I explained how Bessie had sent her husband to fetch me from Thornfield。
“I am very ill； I know；” she said ere long。 “I was trying to turn myself a few minutes since； and find I cannot move a limb。 It is as well I should ease my mind before I die： what we think little of in health； burdens us at such an hour as the present is to me。 Is the nurse here？ or is there no one in the room but you？”
I assured her we were alone。
“Well； I have twice done you a wrong which I regret now。 One was in breaking the promise which I gave my husband to bring you up as my own child； the other—” she stopped。 “After all； it is of no great importance； perhaps；” she murmured to herself： “and then I may get better； and to humble myself so to her is painful。”
She made an effort to alter her position； but failed： her face changed； she seemed to experience some inward sensation—the precursor； perhaps； of the last pang。
“Well； I must get it over。 Eternity is before me： I had better tell her。—Go to my dressing…case； open it； and take out a letter you will see there。”
I obeyed her directions。 “Read the letter；” she said。
It was short； and thus conceived：—
“Madam；—Will you have the goodness to send me the address of my niece； Jane Eyre； and to tell me how she is？ It is my intention to write shortly and desire her to e to me at Madeira。 Providence has blessed my endeavours to secure a petency； and as I am unmarried and childless； I wish to adopt her during my life； and bequeath her at my death whatever I may have to leave。—I am； Madam； etc。； etc。；
“John Eyre； Madeira。”
It was dated three years back。
“Why did I never hear of this？” I asked。
“Because I disliked you too fixedly and thoroughly ever to lend a hand in lifting you to prosperity。 I could not forget your conduct to me； Jane—the fury with which you once turned on me； the tone in which you declared you abhorred me the worst of anybody in the world； the unchildlike look and voice with which you affirmed that the very thought of me made you sick； and asserted that I had treated you with miserable cruelty。 I could not forget my own sensations when you thus started up and poured out the venom of your mind： I felt fear as if an animal that I had struck or pushed had looked up at me with human eyes and cursed me in a man’s voice。— Bring me some water！ Oh； make haste！”
“Dear Mrs。 Reed；” said I； as I offered her the draught she required； “think no more of all this； let it pass away from your mind。 Forgive me for my passionate language： I was a child then； eight； nine years have passed since that day。”
She heeded nothing of what I said； but when she had tasted the water and drawn breath； she went on thus—
“I tell you I could not forget it； and I took my revenge： for you to be adopted by your uncle； and placed in a state of ease and fort； was what I could not endure。 I wrote to him； I said I was sorry for his disappointment； but Jane Eyre was dead： she had died of typhus fever at Lowood。 Now act as you please： write and contradict my assertion—expose my falsehood as soon as you like。 You were born； I think； to be my torment： my last hour is racked by the recollection of a deed which； but for you； I should never have been tempted to mit。”
“If you could but be persuaded to think no more of it； aunt； and to r