第54部分(第6/7 页)

Glad　was　I　to　get　him　out　of　the　silk　warehouse；　and　then　out　of　a　jewellers　shop：　the　more　he　bought　me；　the　more　my　cheek　burned　with　a　sense　of　annoyance　and　degradation。　As　we　re…entered　the　carriage；　and　I　sat　back　feverish　and　fagged；　I　remembered　what；　in　the　hurry　of　events；　dark　and　bright；　I　had　wholly　forgotten—the　letter　of　my　uncle；　John　Eyre；　to　Mrs。　Reed：　his　intention　to　adopt　me　and　make　me　his　legatee。　“It　would；　indeed；　be　a　relief；”　I　thought；　“if　I　had　ever　so　small　an　independency；　I　never　can　bear　being　dressed　like　a　doll　by　Mr。　Rochester；　or　sitting　like　a　second　Danae　with　the　golden　shower　falling　daily　round　me。　I　will　write　to　Madeira　the　moment　I　get　home；　and　tell　my　uncle　John　I　am　going　to　be　married；　and　to　whom：　if　I　had　but　a　prospect　of　one　day　bringing　Mr。　Rochester　an　accession　of　fortune；　I　could　better　endure　to　be　kept　by　him　now。”　And　somewhat　relieved　by　this　idea　（which　I　failed　not　to　execute　that　day）；　I　ventured　once　more　to　meet　my　master’s　and　lover’s　eye；　which　most　pertinaciously　sought　mine；　though　I　averted　both　face　and　gaze。　He　smiled；　and　I　thought　his　smile　was　such　as　a　sultan　might；　in　a　blissful　and　fond　moment；　bestow　on　a　slave　his　gold　and　gems　had　enriched：　I　crushed　his　hand；　which　was　ever　hunting　mine；　vigorously；　and　thrust　it　back　to　him　red　with　the　passionate　pressure。

“You　need　not　look　in　that　way；”　I　said；　“if　you　do；　I’ll　wear　nothing　but　my　old　Lowood　frocks　to　the　end　of　the　chapter。　I’ll　be　married　in　this　lilac　gingham：　you　may　make　a　dressing…gown　for　yourself　out　of　the　pearl…grey　silk；　and　an　infinite　series　of　waistcoats　out　of　the　black　satin。”

He　chuckled；　he　rubbed　his　hands。　“Oh；　it　is　rich　to　see　and　hear　her？”　he　exclaimed。　“Is　she　original？　Is　she　piquant？　I