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uardian’s temporary lapses； once to secrete the knife with which she stabbed her brother； and twice to possess herself of the key of her cell； and issue therefrom in the night…time。 On the first of these occasions； she perpetrated the attempt to burn me in my bed； on the second； she paid that ghastly visit to you。 I thank Providence； who watched over you； that she then spent her fury on your wedding apparel； which perhaps brought back vague reminiscences of her own bridal days： but on what might have happened； I cannot endure to reflect。 When I think of the thing which flew at my throat this morning； hanging its black and scarlet visage over the nest of my dove； my blood curdles
“And what； sir；” I asked； while he paused； “did you do when you had settled her here？ Where did you go？”
“What did I do； Jane？ I transformed myself into a will…o’…the…wisp。 Where did I go？ I pursued wanderings as wild as those of the March… spirit。 I sought the Continent； and went devious through all its lands。 My fixed desire was to seek and find a good and intelligent woman； whom I could love： a contrast to the fury I left at Thornfield—”
“But you could not marry； sir。”
“I had determined and was convinced that I could and ought。 It was not my original intention to deceive； as I have deceived you。 I meant to tell my tale plainly； and make my proposals openly： and it appeared to me so absolutely rational that I should be considered free to love and be loved； I never doubted some woman might be found willing and able to understand my case and accept me； in spite of the curse with which I was burdened。”
“Well； sir？”
“When you are inquisitive； Jane； you always make me smile。 You open your eyes like an eager bird； and make every now and then a restless movement； as if answers in speech did not flow fast enough for you； and you wanted to read the tablet of one’s heart。 But before I go on； tell me what you mean by your ‘Well； sir？’ It is a small phrase very frequent with you； and which many a time has drawn me on and on through interminable talk： I don’t very well know why。”
“I mean；—What next？ How did you proceed？ What came of such an event？”
“Precisely！ and what do you wish to know now？”
“Whether you found any one you liked： whether you asked her to marry you； and what she said。”
“I can tell you whether I found any one I liked； and whether I asked her to marry me： but what she said is yet to be recorded in the book of Fate。 For ten long years I roved about； living first in one capital； then another： sometimes in St。 Petersburg； oftener in Paris； occasionally in Rome； Naples； and Florence。 Provided with plenty of money and the passport of an old name； I could choose my own society： no circles were closed against me。 I sought my ideal of a woman amongst English ladies； French countesses； Italian signoras； and German grafinnen。 I could not find her。 Sometimes； for a fleeting moment； I thought I caught a glance； heard a tone； beheld a form； which announced the realisation of my dream： but I was presently undeserved。 You are not to suppose that I desired perfection； either of mind or person。 I longed only for what suited me—for the antipodes of the Creole： and I longed vainly。 Amongst them all I found not one whom； had I been ever so free； I—warned as I was of the risks； the horrors； the loathings of incongruous unions—would have asked to marry me。 Disappointment made me reckless。 I tried dissipation—never debauchery： that I hated； and hate。 That was my Indian Messalina’s attribute： rooted disgust at it and her restrained me much； even in pleasure。 Any enjoyment that bordered on riot seemed to approach me to her and her vices； and I eschewed it。
“Yet I could not live alone； so I tried the panionship of mistresses。 The first I chose was Céline Varens—another of those steps which make a man spurn himself when he recalls them。 You already know what she was； and how my liaison with her terminated。 She had two successors： an Italian； Giacinta； and a German； Clara； both considered singularly handsome。 What was their beauty to me in a few weeks？ Giacinta was unprincipled and violent： I tired of her in three months。 Clara indless； and unimpressible： not one whit to my taste。 I was glad to give her a sufficient sum to set her up in a good line of business； and so get decently rid of her。 But； Jane； I see by your face you are not forming a very favourable opinion of me just now。 You think me an unfeeling； loose…principled rake： don’t you？”
“I don’t like you so well as I have done sometimes； indeed； sir。 Did it not seem to you in the least wrong to live in that way； first with one mistress and then another？ You talk of it as a mere matter of course。”
“It was with me； and I did not like it。 It was a grovelling fashion of existence： I should never like to return to it。 Hiring a mistress is the next worse thing to buying a slave： both are often by nature； and always by position； inferior： and to live familiarly with inferiors is degrading。 I now hate the recollection of the time I passed with Céline； Giacinta； and Clara。”
I felt the truth of these words； and I drew from them the certain inference； that if I were so far to forget myself and all the teaching that had ever been instilled into me； as—under any pretext—with any justification—through any temptation—to bee the successor of these poor girls； he would one day regard me with the same feeling which now in his mind desecrated their memory。 I did not give utterance to this conviction： it was enough to feel it。 I impressed it on my heart； that it might remain there to serve me as aid in the time of trial。
“Now； Jane； why don’t you say ‘Well； sir？’ I have not done。 You are looking grave。 You disapprove of me still； I see。 But let me e to the point。 January； rid of all mistresses—in a harsh； bitter frame of mind； the result of a useless； roving； lonely life— corroded with disappointment； sourly disposed against all men； and especially against all womankind （for I began to regard the notion of an intellectual； faithful； loving woman as a mere dream）； recalled by business； I came back to England。
“On a frosty winter afternoon； I rode in sight of Thornfie