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has now been resident eight weeks。 If he does go； the change will be doleful。 Suppose he should be absent spring； summer； and autumn： how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem！”
I hardly know whether I had slept or not after this musing； at any rate； I started wide awake on hearing a vague murmur； peculiar and lugubrious； which sounded； I thought； just above me。 I wished I had kept my candle burning： the night was drearily dark； my spirits were depressed。 I rose and sat up in bed； listening。 The sound was hushed。
I tried again to sleep； but my heart beat anxiously： my inward tranquillity was broken。 The clock； far down in the hall； struck two。 Just then it seemed my chamber…door was touched； as if fingers had swept the panels in groping a way along the dark gallery outside。 I said； “Who is there？” Nothing answered。 I was chilled with fear。
All at once I remembered that it might be Pilot； who； when the kitchen…door chanced to be left open； not unfrequently found his way up to the threshold of Mr。 Rochester’s chamber： I had seen him lying there myself in the mornings。 The idea calmed me somewhat： I lay down。 Silence poses the nerves； and as an unbroken hush now reigned again through the whole house； I began to feel the return of slumber。 But it was not fated that I should sleep that night。 A dream had scarcely approached my ear； when it fled affrighted； scared by a marrow…freezing incident enough。
This was a demoniac laugh—low； suppressed； and deep—uttered； as it seemed； at the very keyhole of my chamber door。 The head of my bed was near the door； and I thought at first the goblin…laugher stood at my bedside—or rather； crouched by my pillow： but I rose； looked round； and could see nothing； while； as I still gazed； the unnatural sound was reiterated： and I knew it came from behind the panels。 My first impulse was to rise and fasten the bolt； my next； again to cry out； “Who is there？”
Something gurgled and moaned。 Ere long； steps retreated up the gallery towards the third…storey staircase： a door had lately been made to shut in that staircase； I heard it open and close； and all was still。
“Was that Grace Poole？ and is she possessed with a devil？” thought I。 Impossible now to remain longer by myself： I must go to Mrs。 Fairfax。 I hurried on my frock and a shawl； I withdrew the bolt and opened the door with a trembling hand。 There was a candle burning just outside； and on the matting in the gallery。 I was surprised at this circumstance： but still more was I amazed to perceive the air quite dim； as if filled with smoke； and； while looking to the right hand and left； to find whence these blue wreaths issued； I became further aware of a strong smell of burning。
Something creaked： it was a door ajar； and that door was Mr。 Rochester’s； and the smoke rushed in a cloud from thence。 I thought no more of Mrs。 Fairfax； I thought no more of Grace Poole； or the laugh： in an instant； I was within the chamber。 Tongues of flame darted round the bed： the curtains were on fire。 In the midst of blaze and vapour； Mr。 Rochester lay stretched motionless； in deep sleep。
“Wake！ wake！” I cried。 I shook him； but he only murmured and turned： the smoke had stupefied him。 Not a moment could be lost： the very sheets were kindling； I rushed to his basin and ewer； fortunately； one was wide and the other deep； and both were filled with water。 I heaved them up； deluged the bed and its occupant； flew back to my own room； brought my own water…jug； baptized the couch afresh； and； by God’s aid； succeeded in extinguishing the flames which were devouring it。
The hiss of the quenched element； the breakage of a pitcher which I flung from my hand when I had emptied it； and； above all； the splash of the shower…bath I had liberally bestowed； roused Mr。 Rochester at last。 Though it was now dark； I knew he was awake； because I heard him fulminating strange anathemas at finding himself lying in a pool of water。
“Is there a flood？” he cried。
“No； sir；” I answered； “but there has been a fire： get up； do； you are quenched now； I will fetch you a candle。”
“In the name of all the elves in Christendom； is that Jane Eyre？” he demanded。 “What have you done with me； witch； sorceress？ Who is in the room besides you？ Have you plotted to drown me？”
“I will fetch you a candle； sir； and； in Heaven’s name； get up。 Somebody has plotted something： you cannot too soon find out who and what it is。”
“There！ I am up now； but at your peril you fetch a candle yet： wait two minutes till I get into some dry garments； if any dry there be—yes； here is my dressing…gown。 Now run！”
I did run； I brought the candle which still remained in the gallery。 He took it from my hand； held it up； and surveyed the bed； all blackened and scorched； the sheets drenched； the carpet round swimming in water。
“What is it？ and who did it？” he asked。 I briefly related to him what had transpired： the strange laugh I had heard in the gallery： the step ascending to the third storey； the smoke；—the smell of fire which had conducted me to his room； in what state I had found matters there； and how I had deluged him with all the water I could lay hands on。
He listened very gravely； his face； as I went on； expressed more concern than astonishment； he did not immediately speak when I had concluded。
“Shall I call Mrs。 Fairfax？” I asked。
“Mrs。 Fairfax？ No； what the deuce would you call her for？ What can she do？ Let her sleep unmolested。”
“Then I will fetch Leah； and wake John and his wife。”
“Not at all： just be still。 You have a shawl on。 If you are not warm enough； you may take my cloak yonder； wrap it about you； and sit down in the arm…chair： there；—I will put it on。 Now place your feet on the stool； to keep them out of the wet。 I am going to leave you a few minutes。 I shall take the candle。 Remain where you are till I return； be as still as a mouse。 I must pay a visit to the second storey。 Don’t move； remember； or call any one。”
He went： I watched the light withdraw。 He passed up the gallery very softly； unclosed the staircase door with as little noise as possible； shut it after him； and the last ray vanished。 I was left in total darkness。 I listened for some noise； but