ed for labour—not for love： which is true； no doubt。 But； in my opinion； if I am not formed for love； it follows that I am not formed for marriage。 Would it not be strange； Die； to be chained for life to a man who regarded one but as a useful tool？”
“Insupportable—unnatural—out of the question！”
“And then；” I continued； “though I have only sisterly affection for him now； yet； if forced to be his wife； I can imagine the possibility of conceiving an inevitable； strange； torturing kind of love for him； because he is so talented； and there is often a certain heroic grandeur in his look； manner； and conversation。 In that case； my lot would bee unspeakably wretched。 He would not want me to love him； and if I showed the feeling； he would make me sensible that it was a superfluity； unrequired by him； unbeing in me。 I know he would。”
“And yet St。 John is a good man；” said Diana。
“He is a good and a great man； but he forgets； pitilessly； the feelings and claims of little people； in pursuing his own large views。 It is better； therefore； for the insignificant to keep out of his way； lest； in his progress； he should trample them down。 Here he es！ I will leave you； Diana。” And I hastened upstairs as I saw him entering the garden。
But I was forced to meet him again at supper。 During that meal he appeared just as posed as usual。 I had thought he would hardly speak to me； and I was certain he had given up the pursuit of his matrimonial scheme： the sequel showed I was mistaken on both points。 He addressed me precisely in his ordinary manner； or what had； of late； been his ordinary manner—one scrupulously polite。 No doubt he had invoked the help of the Holy Spirit to subdue the anger I had roused in him； and now believed he had forgiven me once more。
For the evening reading before prayers； he selected the twenty…first chapter of Revelation。 It was at all times pleasant to listen while from his lips fell the words of the Bible： never did his fine voice sound at once so sweet and full—never did his manner bee so impressive in its noble simplicity； as when he delivered the oracles of God： and to…night that voice took a more solemn tone—that manner a more thrilling meaning—as he sat in the midst of his household circle （the May moon shining in through the uncurtained window； and rendering almost unnecessary the light of the candle on the table）： as he sat there； bending over the great old Bible； and described from its page the vision of the new heaven and the new earth—told how God would e to dwell with men； how He would wipe away all tears from their eyes； and promised that there should be no more death； neither sorrow nor crying； nor any more pain； because the former things were passed away。
The succeeding words thrilled me strangely as he spoke them： especially as I felt； by the slight； indescribable alteration in sound； that in uttering them； his eye had turned on me。
“He that overeth shall inherit all things； and I will be his God； and he shall be my son。 But；” was slowly； distinctly read； “the fearful； the unbelieving； &c。； shall have their part in the lake which burh with fire and brimstone； which is the second death。”
Henceforward； I knew what fate St。 John feared for me。
A calm； subdued triumph； blent with a longing earnestness； marked his enunciation of the last glorious verses of that chapter。 The reader believed his name was already written in the Lamb’s book of life； and he yearned after the hour which should admit him to the city to which the kings of the earth bring their glory and honour； which has no need of sun or moon to shine in it； because the glory of God lightens it； and the Lamb is the light thereof。
In the prayer following the chapter； all his energy gathered—all his stern zeal woke： he was in deep earnest； wrestling with God； and resolved on a conquest。 He supplicated strength for the weak… hearted； guidance for wanderers from the fold： a return； even at the eleventh hour； for those whom the temptations of the world and the flesh were luring from the narrow path。 He asked； he urged； he claimed the boon of a brand snatched from the burning。 Earnestness is ever deeply solemn： first； as I listened to that prayer； I wondered at his； then； when it continued and rose； I was touched by it； and at last awed。 He felt the greatness and goodness of his purpose so sincerely： others who heard him plead for it； could not but feel it too。
The prayer over； we took leave of him： he was to go at a very early hour in the morning。 Diana and Mary having kissed him； left the room—in pliance； I think； with a whispered hint from him： I tendered my hand； and wished him a pleasant journey。
“Thank you； Jane。 As I said； I shall return from Cambridge in a fortnight： that space； then； is yet left you for reflection。 If I listened to human pride； I should say no more to you of marriage with me； but I listen to my duty； and keep steadily in view my first aim—to do all things to the glory of God。 My Master was long… suffering： so will I be。 I cannot give you up to perdition as a vessel of wrath： repent—resolve； while there is yet time。 Remember； we are bid to work while it is day—warned that ‘the night eth when no man shall work。’ Remember the fate of Dives； who had his good things in this life。 God give you strength to choose that better part which shall not be taken from you！”
He laid his hand on my head as he uttered the last words。 He had spoken earnestly； mildly： his look was not； indeed； that of a lover beholding his mistress； but it was that of a pastor recalling his wandering sheep—or better； of a guardian angel watching the soul for which he is responsible。 All men of talent； whether they be men of feeling or not； whether they be zealots； or aspirants； or despots—provided only they be sincere—have their sublime moments； when they subdue and rule。 I felt veneration for St。 John— veneration so strong that its impetus thrust me at once to the point I had so long shunned。 I was tempted to cease struggling with him— to rush down the torrent of his will into the gulf of his existence； and there lose my own。 I was almost as hard beset by him now as I had been once before； in a different way； by another。 I was a fool both times。 To have yielded then would have been an error of principle； to have yielded now would have been an error of judgment。 So I think at this hour； when I look back to the crisis through the quiet medium of time： I was unconscious of folly at the instant。
I stood motionless under my hierophant’s touch。 My refusals were forgotten—my fears overe—my wrestlings paralysed。 The Impossible—i。e。； my marriage with St。 John—was fast being the Possible。 All was changing utterly with a sudden sweep。 Religion called—Angels beckoned—God manded—life rolled together like a scroll—death’s gates opening； showed eternity beyond： it seemed； that for safety and bliss there； all here might be sacrificed in a second。 The dim room was full of visions。
“Could you decide now？” asked the missionary。 The inquiry was put in gentle tones： he drew me to him as gently。 Oh； that gentleness！ how far more potent is it than force！ I could resist St。 John’s wrath： I grew pliant as a reed under his kindness。 Yet I knew all the time； if I yielded now； I should not the less be made to repent； some day； of my former rebellion。 His nature was not changed by one hour of solemn prayer： it was only elevated。
“I could decide if I were but certain；” I answered： “were I but convinced that it is God’s will I should marry you； I could vow to marry you here and now—e afterwards what would！”
“My I prayers are heard！” ejaculated St。 John。 He pressed his hand firmer on my head； as if he claimed me： he surrounded me with his arm； almost as if he loved me （I say almost—I knew the difference— for I had felt what it was to be loved； but； like him； I had now put love out of the question； and thought only of duty）。 I contended with my inward dimness of vision； before which clouds yet rolled。 I sincerely； deeply； fervently longed to do what was right； and only that。 “Show me； show me the path！” I entreated of Heaven。 I was excited more than I had ever been； and whether what followed was the effect of excitement the reader shall judge。
All the house was still； for I believe all； except St。 John and myself； were now retired to rest。 The one candle was dying out： the room was full of moonlight。 My heart beat fast and thick： I heard its throb。 Suddenly it stood still to an inexpressible feeling that thrilled it through； and passed at once to my head and extremities。 The feeling was not like an electric shock； but it was quite as sharp； as strange； as startling： it acted on my senses as if their utmost activity hitherto had been but torpor； from which they were now summoned and forced to wake。 They rose expectant： eye and ear waited y bones。
“What have you heard？ What do you see？” asked St。 John。 I saw nothing； but I heard a voice somewhere cry—
“Jane！ Jane！ Jane！”—nothing more。
“O God！ what is it？” I gasped。
I might have said； “Where is it？” for it did not seem in the room— nor in the house—nor in the garden； it did not e out of the air—nor from under the earth—nor from overhead。 I had heard it— where； or whence； for ever impossible to know！ And it was the voice of a human being—a known； loved； well…remembered voice—that of Edward Fairfax Rochester； and it spoke in pain and woe； wildly； eerily； urgently。
“I am ing！” I cried。 “Wait for me！ Oh； I will e！” I flew to the door and looked into the passage： it was dark。 I ran out into the garden： it was void。
“Where are you？” I exclaimed。
The hills beyond Marsh Glen sent the answer faintly back—“Where are you？” I listened。 The wind sighed low in the firs： all was moorland loneliness and midnight hush。
“Down superstition！” I mented； as that spectre rose up black by the black yew at the gate。 “This is not thy deception； nor thy witchcraft： it is the work of nature。 She was roused； and did—no miracle—but her best。”
I broke from St。 John； who had followed； and would have detained me。 It was my time to assume ascendency。 My powers were in play and in force。 I told him to forbear question or remark； I desired him to leave me： I must and would be alone。 He obeyed at once。 Where there is energy to mand well enough； obedience never fails。 I mounted to my chamber； locked myself in； fell on my knees； and prayed in my way—a different way to St。 John’s； but effective in its own fashion。 I seemed to perate very near a Mighty Spirit； and my soul rushed out in gratitude at His feet。 I rose from the thanksgiving—took a resolve—and lay down； unscared； enlightened— eager but for the daylight。
Chapter 36
The daylight came。 I rose at dawn。 I busied myself for an hour or two with arranging my things in my chamber； drawers； and wardrobe； in the order wherein I should wish to leave them during a brief absence。 Meantime； I heard St。 John quit his room。 He stopped at my door： I feared he would knock—no； but a slip of paper was passed under the door。 I took it up。 It bore these words—
“You left me too suddenly last night。 Had you stayed but a little longer； you would have laid your hand on the Christian’s cross and the angel’s crown。 I shall expect your clear decision