Reader, I married him. We had a quiet wedding after my return back to Mr. Rochester and since then we have had a son together.
Oh, but where are my manners? Let me fill you in on the events that led up to our wedding…
Upon arriving back at Thornfield, I was informed that the place had burned down! Of course my initial thoughts were for the safety of Mr. Rochester, Mrs. Fairfax and Adele, but I was relieved when I heard that they were indeed okay. I was pointed in the direction of where Mr. Rochester resided after Thornfield burned down I hastily made my way to his new home, the Manor House. I was greeted by a confused and awestruck Mary who accommodated my needs and allowed me to see Mr. Rochester. Before arriving at the Manor House I was told that Mr. Rochester had lost his eye sight in the fire and that Bertha Mason had perished as well- and having known this knowledge before seeing Mr. Rochester, I chose to use it to my advantage. I walked into the room where Rochester sat in front of the fireplace and scared/surprised Rochester when he realized that it wasn’t Mary whom he was talking to, but it was me- his Jane.
Mr. Rochester was indeed glad that I had returned and we caught each other up on our whereabouts and our lives during the past few years. Rochester told me all about the dreadful fire that consumed Thornfield and Bertha and I in turn told him about my travels to the Moor House and about Mary, Diana, and of course St. John and his proposal to me.
My heart finally felt free and capable of loving Mr. Rochester without any hindrances now. And that is why I agreed to finally marry him. We both received our happy endings and I’m glad to say that when our son was born, Rochester had gained back enough of his sight to lay eyes on his first begotten son.
Yours truly,
Jane
(Source: Jane Eyre chapters 37-38)
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Blessed by Jane
There I was, sitting by the fire and pondering what my life had become, when I heard a voice that I knew I had heard before, but didn't know where from. And then it hit me- it was Jane's voice. A spirit I first thought it can't possibly be my Jane. Has she really returned? Jane walked over to me with my tray and confirmed that it indeed was really her, not a spirit nor an imaginary voice I conjured in my mind.
The following days we spent walking in the woods and Jane informed me of all her endeavors while she was away- where she had been, what she had been doing, to whom she stayed with. I also told Jane about the horrible fire that consumed not only Thornfield Hall, but took Bertha’s life and Rochester’s eyesight with it.
After hearing that Jane had received a marriage proposal from her cousin, she had to convince me that she indeed wasn’t in love with St. John and that she loved me and wasn’t leaving me again. Jane was successful in portraying the love she had for me- which is why we got married, officially this time.
Just a few short years after our marriage I began to start regaining my eyesight back. The timing of this miracle was perfect because during this time Jane was pregnant, and when our baby was born I was able to see him.
With much gratitude,
Mr. Edward Rochester
The following days we spent walking in the woods and Jane informed me of all her endeavors while she was away- where she had been, what she had been doing, to whom she stayed with. I also told Jane about the horrible fire that consumed not only Thornfield Hall, but took Bertha’s life and Rochester’s eyesight with it.
After hearing that Jane had received a marriage proposal from her cousin, she had to convince me that she indeed wasn’t in love with St. John and that she loved me and wasn’t leaving me again. Jane was successful in portraying the love she had for me- which is why we got married, officially this time.
Just a few short years after our marriage I began to start regaining my eyesight back. The timing of this miracle was perfect because during this time Jane was pregnant, and when our baby was born I was able to see him.
With much gratitude,
Mr. Edward Rochester
A New Life for Rochester
Well, it is official. Miss Eyre and Mr. Rochester have wed.
I must say, I am much happier about the marriage now than I was quite some time ago. A lot has occurred since my first post, including the death of Bertha, Mr. Rochester’s secret wife whom he kept locked away in the attic.
I do believe Miss Eyre, now Mrs. Rochester, will be good for Mr. Rochester. For the ease of writing, I shall continue to call her Miss Eyre throughout my blog. Although she is plain, she is incredibly humble and knows how to take care of him. It is also good that Adele will now have a proper, respectable, mother figure in her life. Heaven knows Mr. Rochester has tried, but Miss Eyre does it so well. Adele looks up to the girl.
Adele is now away at a school chosen by Mr. Rochester. Because she did not love the school, Miss Eyre withdrew her and placed Adele in a new school, which the child now loves. I pray she will do well and progress in her studies, becoming a fine, young woman. Miss Eyre will not allow anything otherwise.
The wedding itself was quiet, with only a small gathering. In fact, only Miss Eyre, Mr. Rochester, the parson, and the clerk were present. I believe this was a wise choice, although I should have liked to be present. A humble wedding is only accurate for such a humble woman.
In the short time since their marriage (it has only been a year or so), Miss Eyre has devoted herself to the care or Mr. Rochester. It is unfortunate that he has been blinded by the fire set by Bertha, but Miss Eyre makes sure he is as comfortable as possible. He wants for nothing when she is around. Reader, Mr. Rochester has become a changed man. He who once had a hardened heart and a dark past has suddenly begun a new transformation. He loves her, and it is quite clear – there is nothing in his words or actions that say otherwise. He has been captivated by her kindness.
In my former blog, I prayed that God would ease my worried heart. Oh, how he has answered my prayer. She never wanted anything more than his respect, and she has certainly earned much more than that. I am ashamed of myself for ever thinking Miss Eyre had a selfish air about her.
The worried woman I once was is now a ghost of my past. There is an old saying, “all is not gold that glitters.” While I was once worried that Miss Eyre was captivated by Mr. Rochester’s wealth and what seemed to be an honest life, she never wanted for money. While the couple is wealthy, what matters most is the sparkle that Miss Eyre has brought to our community. Praise God that Miss Eyre and Mr. Rochester have been united, and forgive me for ever entertaining negative thoughts. Mr. Rochester is blessed to have Miss Eyre as his wife.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Fairfax
(Source: Jane Eyre, pages 226, 382-383)
I must say, I am much happier about the marriage now than I was quite some time ago. A lot has occurred since my first post, including the death of Bertha, Mr. Rochester’s secret wife whom he kept locked away in the attic.
I do believe Miss Eyre, now Mrs. Rochester, will be good for Mr. Rochester. For the ease of writing, I shall continue to call her Miss Eyre throughout my blog. Although she is plain, she is incredibly humble and knows how to take care of him. It is also good that Adele will now have a proper, respectable, mother figure in her life. Heaven knows Mr. Rochester has tried, but Miss Eyre does it so well. Adele looks up to the girl.
Adele is now away at a school chosen by Mr. Rochester. Because she did not love the school, Miss Eyre withdrew her and placed Adele in a new school, which the child now loves. I pray she will do well and progress in her studies, becoming a fine, young woman. Miss Eyre will not allow anything otherwise.
The wedding itself was quiet, with only a small gathering. In fact, only Miss Eyre, Mr. Rochester, the parson, and the clerk were present. I believe this was a wise choice, although I should have liked to be present. A humble wedding is only accurate for such a humble woman.
In the short time since their marriage (it has only been a year or so), Miss Eyre has devoted herself to the care or Mr. Rochester. It is unfortunate that he has been blinded by the fire set by Bertha, but Miss Eyre makes sure he is as comfortable as possible. He wants for nothing when she is around. Reader, Mr. Rochester has become a changed man. He who once had a hardened heart and a dark past has suddenly begun a new transformation. He loves her, and it is quite clear – there is nothing in his words or actions that say otherwise. He has been captivated by her kindness.
In my former blog, I prayed that God would ease my worried heart. Oh, how he has answered my prayer. She never wanted anything more than his respect, and she has certainly earned much more than that. I am ashamed of myself for ever thinking Miss Eyre had a selfish air about her.
The worried woman I once was is now a ghost of my past. There is an old saying, “all is not gold that glitters.” While I was once worried that Miss Eyre was captivated by Mr. Rochester’s wealth and what seemed to be an honest life, she never wanted for money. While the couple is wealthy, what matters most is the sparkle that Miss Eyre has brought to our community. Praise God that Miss Eyre and Mr. Rochester have been united, and forgive me for ever entertaining negative thoughts. Mr. Rochester is blessed to have Miss Eyre as his wife.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Fairfax
(Source: Jane Eyre, pages 226, 382-383)
Let the Wedding Continue
I write this as my final note, before I leap to my death and allow the marriage of Miss Eyre and Rochester to continue.
It seems my crazy actions were not enough to scare Miss Eyre away. It took Mr. Briggs making a stand in the middle of the wedding for the engagement to be called off. Mr. Briggs announced Rochester’s marriage to myself, over 15 years ago in in Jamaica. Although Rochester at first tried to hide that I was still alive, the truth eventually came tumbling out.
The fact of the matter is, Rochester never loved me. It was an arraigned marriage, for, because his brother Rowland was to receive the family estate, his father wanted Rochester to be wealthy. My father was to give me 30,000 pounds, which made me a wealthy wife to have. In my time, I was beautiful. Much more beautiful than Miss Eyre could ever be, although her plainness now surpasses my ratted hair and tattered clothing.
In my prior post, I stated that going mad was my choice, and that I only allow myself to be as mad as I want to be. This is simply not true. My family has a history of madness; my mother was locked in an asylum, and my younger brother was a babbling idiot. My elder brother will likely be in the same state of mind, eventually. Rochester was right to lock me away and keep me out of sight. He could not hurt his reputation by divorcing me, although being seen with me would hurt his reputation, regardless.
Ever since Miss Eyre discovered my existence and left Thornfield Hall two months ago, Rochester has been a different man. He has been sad, and more distant, lately. It is clear he loved her; it is obvious that Miss Eyre is good for him and that this marriage should go on. How though, can I convince her to return to Thornfield Hall and once again be with Rochester? Reader, please think me sane for a few moments while I explain my plan.
In order for Miss Eyre to return, I must do something extreme and unheard of. Something that others will talk about. This is why I have decided to burn Thornfield Hall to ruins. Yes, this seems mad. But I will create a fire in the dead of night (it is nearing that time as I write this). However, I must do so in a manner that seems out of spite for Miss Eyre.
I will begin by setting fire to the room adjacent to mine, and then move to Miss Eyre’s former room, where I shall burn her bedchambers. The fire will then spread to the rest of the house. I do hope Rochester survives the fire. I feel he will – he has always escaped my former harassments. I shall wait on the roof, as the fire causes the house to fall, until I see Rochester is safe. I shall shout and shout and cause a scene – and then I will jump to my death, freeing Rochester from his imprisonment with me.
Yes, I am a madwoman – but I have my moments of sanity, and this is one of those moments. I must die if Miss Eyre and Rochester are to marry. This is the only way. So, here I write my final message. I wish the best for the couple, and I hope they have a happy a joyful wedding. I hope she takes care of him, as I was never able to do. My insanity got the best of me. The wedding vows read “until death do us part” – and part now, we shall.
Sincerely,
Bertha Mason
(Source: Jane Eyre pages 247, 260-63, 363-65)
It seems my crazy actions were not enough to scare Miss Eyre away. It took Mr. Briggs making a stand in the middle of the wedding for the engagement to be called off. Mr. Briggs announced Rochester’s marriage to myself, over 15 years ago in in Jamaica. Although Rochester at first tried to hide that I was still alive, the truth eventually came tumbling out.
The fact of the matter is, Rochester never loved me. It was an arraigned marriage, for, because his brother Rowland was to receive the family estate, his father wanted Rochester to be wealthy. My father was to give me 30,000 pounds, which made me a wealthy wife to have. In my time, I was beautiful. Much more beautiful than Miss Eyre could ever be, although her plainness now surpasses my ratted hair and tattered clothing.
In my prior post, I stated that going mad was my choice, and that I only allow myself to be as mad as I want to be. This is simply not true. My family has a history of madness; my mother was locked in an asylum, and my younger brother was a babbling idiot. My elder brother will likely be in the same state of mind, eventually. Rochester was right to lock me away and keep me out of sight. He could not hurt his reputation by divorcing me, although being seen with me would hurt his reputation, regardless.
Ever since Miss Eyre discovered my existence and left Thornfield Hall two months ago, Rochester has been a different man. He has been sad, and more distant, lately. It is clear he loved her; it is obvious that Miss Eyre is good for him and that this marriage should go on. How though, can I convince her to return to Thornfield Hall and once again be with Rochester? Reader, please think me sane for a few moments while I explain my plan.
In order for Miss Eyre to return, I must do something extreme and unheard of. Something that others will talk about. This is why I have decided to burn Thornfield Hall to ruins. Yes, this seems mad. But I will create a fire in the dead of night (it is nearing that time as I write this). However, I must do so in a manner that seems out of spite for Miss Eyre.
I will begin by setting fire to the room adjacent to mine, and then move to Miss Eyre’s former room, where I shall burn her bedchambers. The fire will then spread to the rest of the house. I do hope Rochester survives the fire. I feel he will – he has always escaped my former harassments. I shall wait on the roof, as the fire causes the house to fall, until I see Rochester is safe. I shall shout and shout and cause a scene – and then I will jump to my death, freeing Rochester from his imprisonment with me.
Yes, I am a madwoman – but I have my moments of sanity, and this is one of those moments. I must die if Miss Eyre and Rochester are to marry. This is the only way. So, here I write my final message. I wish the best for the couple, and I hope they have a happy a joyful wedding. I hope she takes care of him, as I was never able to do. My insanity got the best of me. The wedding vows read “until death do us part” – and part now, we shall.
Sincerely,
Bertha Mason
(Source: Jane Eyre pages 247, 260-63, 363-65)
Rochester's Lament
Oh, where to begin...
During these past few months I have managed to make Miss Eyre jealous by my pretending to be interested in Blanche Ingram, become engaged to Miss Eyre, become un-engaged to Miss Eyre and now I have find myself terribly alone. I blame all of this on my father and brother- if they hadn't forced me into marrying Bertha at such a young age and without hardly knowing her, then I wouldn't have had to lie to Miss Eyre about Bertha's existence and my marriage with her.
I had planned on telling Miss Eyre about Bertha, I was just waiting for the right time- exactly after a year and one day of us being married. Not only did I lose Miss Eyre because I betrayed her trust, I also lost Thornfield Hall all thanks to the insane Bertha who burned the place down one night. I did my best to save everyone in the house, but unfortunately Bertha perished in the fire and I was left blinded.
How I do miss Miss Eyre. Her company was always quite enjoyable to me and now all I left is Ms. Fairfax and her husband here to keep me company. At night sometimes I call out her name in hopes that wherever she is she is able to hear me and will come back... but I do this to no avail. I do wish her the best and hope she is safe, but I wish she were here with me, safe in my arms.
Perhaps it's for the best that she has not returned- I did lie to her and trick her multiple times. Perchance this is the universe's way of telling me that I don't deserve to be with a woman like Miss Eyre- I do hope this isn't true though.
With shame and guilt,
Mr. Edward Rochester
(Sources: Jane Eyre chapters 17-36)
During these past few months I have managed to make Miss Eyre jealous by my pretending to be interested in Blanche Ingram, become engaged to Miss Eyre, become un-engaged to Miss Eyre and now I have find myself terribly alone. I blame all of this on my father and brother- if they hadn't forced me into marrying Bertha at such a young age and without hardly knowing her, then I wouldn't have had to lie to Miss Eyre about Bertha's existence and my marriage with her.
I had planned on telling Miss Eyre about Bertha, I was just waiting for the right time- exactly after a year and one day of us being married. Not only did I lose Miss Eyre because I betrayed her trust, I also lost Thornfield Hall all thanks to the insane Bertha who burned the place down one night. I did my best to save everyone in the house, but unfortunately Bertha perished in the fire and I was left blinded.
How I do miss Miss Eyre. Her company was always quite enjoyable to me and now all I left is Ms. Fairfax and her husband here to keep me company. At night sometimes I call out her name in hopes that wherever she is she is able to hear me and will come back... but I do this to no avail. I do wish her the best and hope she is safe, but I wish she were here with me, safe in my arms.
Perhaps it's for the best that she has not returned- I did lie to her and trick her multiple times. Perchance this is the universe's way of telling me that I don't deserve to be with a woman like Miss Eyre- I do hope this isn't true though.
With shame and guilt,
Mr. Edward Rochester
(Sources: Jane Eyre chapters 17-36)
The Mad-Woman Speaks
I have discovered a new presence in the house: that of Miss Eyre, my husband’s new fiancé.
I don’t know how Mr. Rochester thinks he is going to marry this girl when he is still married to me. Even though he tries to keep me hidden and locked up, our marriage is still valid. I am Mrs. Rochester. And Miss Eyre needs to know of my existence.
That is just like men, trying to disguise the truth. Mr. Rochester takes extreme precautions to make sure I am kept hidden. He has even given me my own caretaker, Grace Poole. A bizarre woman, but then again, I am rather bizarre myself. I owe that to my dearest, darling Rochester. How I hate him, so. He is now crushing my heart further by becoming engaged to this plain, boring woman.
I suppose is this marriage is to be called off, it’s up to me. I know how to sneak out of this prison cell when necessary. The first thing I did was terrorize Miss Eyre, causing her to believe she heard demonic laughter in her sleep. I crouched by her bedside while she was in a daze, and then quickly left the room when she began to wake up. Was it all a dream? Of course not. But that ridiculous Grace Poole escorted me back to my room before I could have any more fun with Miss Eyre.
At least, that is what Grace Poole thought. Little did she know, I had also started a fire in my dearest Mr. Rochester’s room. I knew someone would discover the fire and extinguish it, but I may as well cause the poor Miss Eyre some more terror before the night ended. It wouldn’t hurt to send a warning signal to Rochester, either. I decided to continue haunting the two of them. My brother, Richard Mason, came to talk with me. Well, no luck for him. Instead, I attacked him with a knife and bit deep into his shoulder with my teeth.
If Rochester wants others to see me as a madwoman, then a madwoman I shall be. Rochester thinks me mad, and others believe him. Some call me his bastard half-sister, and others call me his mistress. However, I am his wife, and am only as mad as I allow myself to be. He has mistreated me and never truly loved me. Regardless of whether or not his love for me was ever true, he should has respected me as a woman and human being. Instead, I have been locked in this damn tower and treated as an animal. Thus, an animal I have become.
It’s not so bad, really. Miss Eyre has given me some entertainment for the next few months, until I scare her so much that she runs away screaming. I do not approve of this ridiculous engagement. Hopefully someone talks some sense into the two of them and the wedding is called off. I pray to the devil that my actions will scare the poor girl away from this place, never to return. If I cannot have Rochester, no one else can, either.
Sincerely,
Bertha Mason
(Source: Jane Eyre pages 126-27,175-181, 249)
I don’t know how Mr. Rochester thinks he is going to marry this girl when he is still married to me. Even though he tries to keep me hidden and locked up, our marriage is still valid. I am Mrs. Rochester. And Miss Eyre needs to know of my existence.
That is just like men, trying to disguise the truth. Mr. Rochester takes extreme precautions to make sure I am kept hidden. He has even given me my own caretaker, Grace Poole. A bizarre woman, but then again, I am rather bizarre myself. I owe that to my dearest, darling Rochester. How I hate him, so. He is now crushing my heart further by becoming engaged to this plain, boring woman.
I suppose is this marriage is to be called off, it’s up to me. I know how to sneak out of this prison cell when necessary. The first thing I did was terrorize Miss Eyre, causing her to believe she heard demonic laughter in her sleep. I crouched by her bedside while she was in a daze, and then quickly left the room when she began to wake up. Was it all a dream? Of course not. But that ridiculous Grace Poole escorted me back to my room before I could have any more fun with Miss Eyre.
At least, that is what Grace Poole thought. Little did she know, I had also started a fire in my dearest Mr. Rochester’s room. I knew someone would discover the fire and extinguish it, but I may as well cause the poor Miss Eyre some more terror before the night ended. It wouldn’t hurt to send a warning signal to Rochester, either. I decided to continue haunting the two of them. My brother, Richard Mason, came to talk with me. Well, no luck for him. Instead, I attacked him with a knife and bit deep into his shoulder with my teeth.
If Rochester wants others to see me as a madwoman, then a madwoman I shall be. Rochester thinks me mad, and others believe him. Some call me his bastard half-sister, and others call me his mistress. However, I am his wife, and am only as mad as I allow myself to be. He has mistreated me and never truly loved me. Regardless of whether or not his love for me was ever true, he should has respected me as a woman and human being. Instead, I have been locked in this damn tower and treated as an animal. Thus, an animal I have become.
It’s not so bad, really. Miss Eyre has given me some entertainment for the next few months, until I scare her so much that she runs away screaming. I do not approve of this ridiculous engagement. Hopefully someone talks some sense into the two of them and the wedding is called off. I pray to the devil that my actions will scare the poor girl away from this place, never to return. If I cannot have Rochester, no one else can, either.
Sincerely,
Bertha Mason
(Source: Jane Eyre pages 126-27,175-181, 249)
The Engagement of Jane and Rochester
This morning I heard of the engagement of Miss Eyre and Mr. Rochester.
The announcement caught me off guard. While I typically begin my morning with a study of the Scriptures, today I could not focus.
It is not that I wish for the wedding to be called off; I simply want Miss Eyre to be careful and guard her heart. She is such a young thing, with so much life ahead of her. Mr. Rochester, on the other hand, is older and full of secrets. I simply hope she knows what she is getting into.
During my Scripture study, Jane entered the parlour. I tried to smile and congratulate her, but my heart was heavy with worry. “I hardly know what to say to you, Miss Eyre,” I heard myself saying. “I have surely not been dreaming, have I? Now, can you tell me whether it is actually true that Mr. Rochester has asked you to marry him?”
I could only hope that I had been in a daze, seeing ghosts who spoke to me in a dream-like state. It sometimes happens that I see my deceased husband, fifteen years dead. Could a similar thing have happened with Mr. Rochester? Have I been haunted by his seemingly real ghost?
Miss Eyre confirmed the engagement. I am sure the look on my face was bewilderment; I never was able to hide my emotions from people. This marriage is unfathomable. How could Mr. Rochester, a man so proud and wealthy, wish to marry a woman who is poor and so unsure of herself? The age difference alone is enough to raise questions. Yet Miss Eyre accepted the engagement – why? Does she love him, or does she seek comfort in his wealth?
Before I could stop myself, the words tumbled out: “Is it really for love he is going to marry you?”
I knew at once I should have kept my mouth shut. The hurt in Miss Eyre’s eyes was obvious. I apologized for my statement. She is simply so young and unaware of all the world has to offer her. Is she sure she wants to marry him? I confess, Mr. Rochester has shown great interest in her recently, and Miss Eyre has reciprocated the sentiments. I am simply worried for her well-being. I fear she does not yet know Mr. Rochester’s well-kept secret, and my heart breaks for her reaction when the secret is spilled.
I warned Miss Eyre to keep her distance and to distrust Mr. Rochester; she clearly did not accept my words and frowned at my advice. There is nothing more I can do except wait. I pray that God will right this situation and put my troubled heart at ease – however He may do that. I seek His will and trust Him in all things. I only hope that Miss Eyre has prayed about this and is seeking God’s will as well.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Fairfax
(Source: Jane Eyre, pages 225-226)
The announcement caught me off guard. While I typically begin my morning with a study of the Scriptures, today I could not focus.
It is not that I wish for the wedding to be called off; I simply want Miss Eyre to be careful and guard her heart. She is such a young thing, with so much life ahead of her. Mr. Rochester, on the other hand, is older and full of secrets. I simply hope she knows what she is getting into.
During my Scripture study, Jane entered the parlour. I tried to smile and congratulate her, but my heart was heavy with worry. “I hardly know what to say to you, Miss Eyre,” I heard myself saying. “I have surely not been dreaming, have I? Now, can you tell me whether it is actually true that Mr. Rochester has asked you to marry him?”
I could only hope that I had been in a daze, seeing ghosts who spoke to me in a dream-like state. It sometimes happens that I see my deceased husband, fifteen years dead. Could a similar thing have happened with Mr. Rochester? Have I been haunted by his seemingly real ghost?
Miss Eyre confirmed the engagement. I am sure the look on my face was bewilderment; I never was able to hide my emotions from people. This marriage is unfathomable. How could Mr. Rochester, a man so proud and wealthy, wish to marry a woman who is poor and so unsure of herself? The age difference alone is enough to raise questions. Yet Miss Eyre accepted the engagement – why? Does she love him, or does she seek comfort in his wealth?
Before I could stop myself, the words tumbled out: “Is it really for love he is going to marry you?”
I knew at once I should have kept my mouth shut. The hurt in Miss Eyre’s eyes was obvious. I apologized for my statement. She is simply so young and unaware of all the world has to offer her. Is she sure she wants to marry him? I confess, Mr. Rochester has shown great interest in her recently, and Miss Eyre has reciprocated the sentiments. I am simply worried for her well-being. I fear she does not yet know Mr. Rochester’s well-kept secret, and my heart breaks for her reaction when the secret is spilled.
I warned Miss Eyre to keep her distance and to distrust Mr. Rochester; she clearly did not accept my words and frowned at my advice. There is nothing more I can do except wait. I pray that God will right this situation and put my troubled heart at ease – however He may do that. I seek His will and trust Him in all things. I only hope that Miss Eyre has prayed about this and is seeking God’s will as well.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Fairfax
(Source: Jane Eyre, pages 225-226)
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