"And so may you," I thought. My eye met his as the idea crossed my

mind: he seemed to read the glance, answering as if its import had

been spoken as well as imagined "Yes, yes, you are right," said he; "I have plenty of faults of my

own: I know it, and I don't wish to palliate them, I assure you.

God wot I need not be too severe about others; I have a past

existence, a series of deeds, a colour of life to contemplate within

my own breast, which might well call my sneers and censures from my

neighbours to myself. I started, or rather (for like other

defaulters, I like to lay half the blame on ill fortune and adverse

circumstances) was thrust on to a wrong tack at the age of one-and-

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twenty, and have never recovered the right course since: but I

might have been very different; I might have been as good as you--

wiser--almost as stainless. I envy you your peace of mind, your

clean conscience, your unpolluted memory. Little girl, a memory

without blot or contamination must be an exquisite treasure--an

inexhaustible source of pure refreshment: is it not?"

"How was your memory when you were eighteen, sir?"

"All right then; limpid, salubrious: no gush of bilge water had

turned it to fetid puddle. I was your equal at eighteen--quite your

equal. Nature meant me to be, on the whole, a good man, Miss Eyre;

one of the better kind, and you see I am not so. You would say you

don't see it; at least I flatter myself I read as much in your eye

(beware, by-the-bye, what you express with that organ; I am quick at

interpreting its language). Then take my word for it,--I am not a

villain: you are not to suppose that--not to attribute to me any

such bad eminence; but, owing, I verily believe, rather to

circumstances than to my natural bent, I am a trite commonplace

sinner, hackneyed in all the poor petty dissipations with which the

rich and worthless try to put on life. Do you wonder that I avow

this to you? Know, that in the course of your future life you will

often find yourself elected the involuntary confidant of your

acquaintances' secrets: people will instinctively find out, as I

have done, that it is not your forte to tell of yourself, but to

listen while others talk of themselves; they will feel, too, that

you listen with no malevolent scorn of their indiscretion, but with

a kind of innate sympathy; not the less comforting and encouraging

because it is very unobtrusive in its manifestations."




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