。

“Well；”　said　Mr。　Rochester；　gazing　inquiringly　into　my　eyes；　“how　is　my　Ja　now？”

“The　night　is　serene；　sir；　and　so　am　I。”

“And　you　will　not　dream　of　separation　and　sorrow　to…night；　but　of　happy　love　and　blissful　union。”

This　prediction　was　but　half　fulfilled：　I　did　not　indeed　dream　of　sorrow；　but　as　little　did　I　dream　of　joy；　for　I　never　slept　at　all。　With　little　Adèle　in　my　arms；　I　watched　the　slumber　of　childhood—so　tranquil；　so　passionless；　so　innocent—and　waited　for　the　ing　day：　all　my　life　was　awake　and　astir　in　my　frame：　and　as　soon　as　the　sun　rose　I　rose　too。　I　remember　Adèle　clung　to　me　as　I　left　her：　I　remember　I　kissed　her　as　I　loosened　her　little　hands　from　my　neck；　and　I　cried　over　her　with　strange　emotion；　and　quitted　her　because　I　feared　my　sobs　would　break　her　still　sound　repose。　She　seemed　the　emblem　of　my　past　life；　and　he　I　was　now　to　array　myself　to　meet；　the　dread；　but　adored；　type　of　my　unknown　future　day。

Chapter　26

Sophie　came　at　seven　to　dress　me：　she　was　very　long　indeed　in　acplishing　her　task；　so　long　that　Mr。　Rochester；　grown；　I　suppose；　impatient　of　my　delay；　sent　up　to　ask　why　I　did　not　e。　She　was　just　fastening　my　veil　（the　plain　square　of　blond　after　all）　to　my　hair　with　a　brooch；　I　hurried　from　under　her　hands　as　soon　as　I　could。

“Stop！”　she　cried　in　French。　“Look　at　yourself　in　the　mirror：　you　have　not　taken　one　peep。”

So　I　turned　at　the　door：　I　saw　a　robed　and　veiled　figure；　so　unlike