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READER, I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the
parson and clerk, were alone present. When we got back from
church, I went into the kitchen of the manor-house, where Mary
was cooking the dinner and John cleaning the knives, and I
said‘Mary, I have been married to Mr. Rochester this morning.’ The
housekeeper and her husband were both of that decent phlegmatic
order of people, to whom one may at any time safely communicate
a remarkable piece of news without incurring the danger of having
one’s ears pierced by some shrill ejaculation, and subsequently
stunned by a torrent of wordy wonderment. Mary did look up, and
she did stare at me: the ladle with which she was basting a pair of
chickens roasting at the fire, did for some three minutes hang
suspended in air; and for the same space of time John’s knives also
had rest from the polishing process: but Mary, bending again over
the roast, said only‘Have you, Miss? Well, for sure!’ A short time
after she pursued-‘I seed you go out with the master, but I didn’t
know you were gone to church to be wed;’ and she basted away.
John, when I turned to him, was grinning from ear to ear.
‘I telled Mary how it would be,’ he said: ‘I knew what Mr. Edward’
(John was an old servant, and had known his master when he was
the cadet of the house, therefore, he often gave him his Christian
name)- ‘I knew what Mr. Edward would do; and I was certain he
would not wait long neither: and he’s done right, for aught I know.
I wish you joy, Miss!’ and he politely pulled his forelock.
‘Thank you, John. Mr. Rochester told me to give you and Mary
this.’ I put into his hand a five-pound note. Without waiting to hear
more, I left the kitchen.
In passing the door of that sanctum some time after, I caught the
words‘She’ll happen do better for him nor ony o’ t’ grand ladies.’
And again, ‘If she ben’t one o’ th’ handsomest, she’s noan faal and
varry good-natured; and i’ his een she’s fair beautiful, onybody
may see that.’ I wrote to Moor House and to Cambridge
immediately, to say what I had done: fully explaining also why I
had thus acted. Diana and Mary approved the step unreservedly.
Diana announced that she would just give me time to get over the
honeymoon, and then she would come and see me.
‘She had better not wait till then, Jane,’ said Mr. Rochester, when I
read her letter to him; ‘if she does, she will be too late, for our
honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over
your grave or mine.’ How St. John received the news, I don’t know:
he never answered the letter in which I communicated it: yet six