f the kitchen and housekeeper’s room； generally bearing the candle along with her。 I then sat with my doll on my knee till the fire got low； glancing round occasionally to make sure that nothing worse than myself haunted the shadowy room； and when the embers sank to a dull red； I undressed hastily； tugging at knots and strings as I best might； and sought shelter from cold and darkness in my crib。 To this crib I always took my doll； human beings must love something； and； in the dearth of worthier objects of affection； I contrived to find a pleasure in loving and cherishing a faded graven image； shabby as a miniature scarecrow。 It puzzles me now to remember with what absurd sincerity I doated on this little toy； half fancying it alive and capable of sensation。 I could not sleep unless it was folded in my night…gown； and when it lay there safe and warm； I was paratively happy； believing it to be happy likewise。
Long did the hours seem while I waited the departure of the pany； and listened for the sound of Bessie’s step on the stairs： sometimes she would e up in the interval to seek her thimble or her scissors； or perhaps to bring me something by way of supper—a bun or a cheese…cake—then she would sit on the bed while I ate it； and when I had finished； she would tuck the clothes round me； and twice she kissed me； and said； “Good night； Miss Jane。” When thus gentle； Bessie seemed to me the best； prettiest； kindest being in the world； and I wished most intensely that she would always be so pleasant and amiable； and never push me about； or scold； or task me unreasonably； as she was too often wont to do。 Bessie Lee must； I think； have been a girl of good natural capacity； for she was smart in all she did； and had a remarkable knack of narrative； so； at least； I judge from the impression made on me by her nursery tales。 She was pretty too； if my recollections of her face and person are correct。 I remember her as a slim young woman； with black hair； dark eyes； very nice features； and good； clear plexion； but she had a capricious and hasty temper； and indifferent ideas of principle or justice： still； such as she was； I preferred her to any one else at Gateshead Hall。
It was the fifteenth of January； about nine o’clock in the morning： Bessie was gone down to breakfast； my cousins had not yet been summoned to their mama； Eliza was putting on her bon and warm garden…coat to go and feed her poultry； an occupation of which she was fond： and not less so of selling the eggs to the housekeeper and hoarding up the money she thus obtained。 She had a turn for traffic； and a marked propensity for saving； shown not only in the vending of eggs and chickens； but also in driving hard bargains with the gardener about flower…roots； seeds； and slips of plants； that functionary having orders from Mrs。 Reed to buy of his young lady all the products of her parterre she wished to sell： and Eliza would have sold the hair off her head if she could have made a handsome profit thereby。 As to her money； she first secreted it in odd corners； wrapped in a rag or an old curl…paper； but some of these hoards having been discovered by the housemaid； Eliza； fearful of one day losing her valued treasure； consented to intrust it to her mother； at a usurious rate of interest—fifty or sixty per cent。； which interest she exacted every quarter； keeping her accounts in a little book with anxious accuracy。
Georgiana sat on a high stool； dressing her hair at the glass； and interweaving her curls with artificial flowers and faded feathers； of which she had found a store in a drawer in the attic。 I was making my bed； having received strict orders from Bessie to get it arranged before she returned （for Bessie noe as a sort of under…nurserymaid； to tidy the room； dust the chairs； &c。）。 Having spread the quilt and folded my night…dress； I went to the window…seat to put in order some picture…books and doll’s house furniture scattered there； an abrupt mand from Georgiana to let her playthings alone （for the tiny chairs and mirrors； the fairy plates and cups； were her property） stopped my proceedings； and then； for lack of other occupation； I fell to breathing on the frost…flowers with which the window was fretted； and thus clearing a space in the glass through which I might look out on the grounds； where all was still and petrified under the influence of a hard frost。
From this window were visible the porter’s lodge and the carriage… road； and just as I had dissolved so much of the silver…white foliage veiling the panes as left room to look out； I saw the gates thrown open and a carriage roll through。 I watched it ascending the drive with indifference； carriages often came to Gateshead； but none ever brought visitors in whom I was interested； it stopped in front of the house； the door…bell rang loudly； the new…er was admitted。 All this being nothing to me； my vacant attention soon found livelier attraction in the spectacle of a little hungry robin； which came and chirruped on the twigs of the leafless cherry…tree nailed against the wall near the casement。 The remains of my breakfast of bread and milk stood on the table； and having crumbled a morsel of roll； I was tugging at the sash to put out the crumbs on the window… sill； when Bessie came running upstairs into the nursery。
“Miss Jane； take off your pinafore； what are you doing there？ Have you washed your hands and face this morning？” I gave another tug before I answered； for I wanted the bird to be secure of its bread： the sash yielded； I scattered the crumbs； some on the stone sill； some on the cherry…tree bough； then； closing the window； I replied—
“No； Bessie； I have only just finished dusting。”
“Troublesome； careless child！ and what are you doing now？ You look quite red； as if you had been about some mischief： what were you opening the window for？”
I was spared the trouble of answering； for Bessie seemed in too great a hurry to listen to explanations； she hauled me to the washstand； inflicted a merciless； but happily brief scrub on my face and hands with soap； water； and a coarse towel； disciplined my head with a bristly brush； denuded me of my pinafore； and then hurrying me to the top of the stairs； bid me go down directly； as I was wanted in the breakfast…room。
I would have asked who wanted me： I would have demanded if Mrs。 Reed was there； but Bessie was already gone； and had closed the nursery…door upon me。 I slowly descended。 For nearly three months； I had never been called to Mrs。 Reed’s presence； restricted so long to the nursery； the breakfast； dining； and drawing…rooms were bee for me awful regions； on which it dismayed me to intrude。
I now stood in the empty hall； before me was the breakfast…room door； and I stopped； intimidated and trembling。 What a miserable little poltroon had fear； engendered of unjust punishment； made of me in those days！ I feared to return to the nursery； and feared to go forward to the parlour； ten minutes I stood in agitated hesitation； the vehement ringing of the breakfast…room bell decided me； I must enter。
“Who could want me？” I asked inwardly； as with both hands I turned the stiff door…handle； which； for a second or two； resisted my efforts。 “What should I see besides Aunt Reed in the apartment？—a man or a woman？” The handle turned； the door unclosed； and passing through and curtseying low； I looked up at—a black pillar！—such； at least； appeared to me； at first sight； the straight； narrow； sable…clad shape standing erect on the rug： the grim face at the top was like a carved mask； placed above the shaft by way of capital。
Mrs。 Reed occupied her usual seat by the fireside； she made a signal to me to approach； I did so； and she introduced me to the stony stranger with the words： “This is the little girl respecting whom I applied to you。”
HE； for it was a man； turned his head slowly towards where I stood； and having examined me with the two inquisitive…looking grey eyes which twinkled under a pair of bushy brows； said solemnly； and in a bass voice； “Her size is small： what is her age？”
“Ten years。”
“So much？” was the doubtful answer； and he prolonged his scrutiny for some minutes。 Presently he addressed me—“Your name； little girl？”
“Jane Eyre； sir。”
In uttering these words I looked up： he seemed to me a tall gentleman； but then I was very little； his features were large； and they and all the lines of his frame 。
“Well； Jane Eyre； and are you a good child？”
Impossible to reply to this in the affirmative： my little world held a contrary opinion： I was silent。 Mrs。 Reed answered for me by an expressive shake of the head； adding soon； “Perhaps the less said on that subject the better； Mr。 Brocklehurst。”
“Sorry indeed to hear it！ she and I must have some talk；” and bending from the perpendicular； he installed his person in the arm… chair opposite Mrs。 Reed’s。 “e here；” he said。
I stepped across the rug； he placed me square and straight before him。 What a face he had； now that it was almost on a level with mine！ what a great nose！ and what a mouth！ and what large prominent teeth！
“No sight so sad as that of a naughty child；” he began； “especially a naughty little girl。 Do you know where the wicked go after death？”
“They go to hell；” was my ready and orthodox answer。
“And what is hell？ Can you tell me that？”
“A pit full of fire。”
“And should you like to fall into that pit； and to be burning there for ever？”
“No； sir。”
“What must you do to avoid it？”
I deliberated a moment； my answer； when it did e； was objectionable： “I must keep in good health； and not die。”
“How can you keep in good health？ Children younger than you die daily。 I buried a little child of five years old only a day or two since；—a good little child； whose soul is now in heaven。 It is to be feared the same could not be said of you were you to be called hence。”
Not being in a condition to remove his doubt； I only cast my eyes down on the two large feet planted on the rug； and sighed； wishing myself far enough away。
“I hope that sigh is from the heart； and that you repent of ever having been the occasion of disfort to your excellent benefactress。”
“Benefactress！ benefactress！” said I inwardly： “they all call Mrs。 Reed my benefactress； if so； a benefactress is a disagreeable thing。”
“Do you say your prayers night and morning？” continued my interrogator。
“Yes； sir。”
“Do you read your Bible？”
“Sometimes。”
“With pleasure？ Are you fond of it？”
“I like Revelations； and the book of Daniel； and Genesis and Samuel； and a little bit of Exodus； and some parts of Kings and Chronicles； and Job and Jonah。”
“And the Psalms？ I hope you like them？”
“No； sir。”
“No？ oh； shocking！ I have a little boy； younger than you； who knows six Psalms by heart： and when you ask him which he would rather have； a gingerbread…nut to eat or a verse of a Psalm to learn； he says： ‘Oh！ the verse of a Psalm！ angels sing Psalms；’ says he； ‘I wish to be a little angel here below；’ he then gets two nuts in repense for his infant piety。”
“Psalms are not interesting；” I remarked。
“That proves you have a wicked heart； and you must pray to God to change it： to give you a new and clean one： to take away your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh。”
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