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sit down in the arm-chair: there,- I will put it on. Now place your
feet on the stool, to keep them out of the wet. I am going to leave
you a few minutes. I shall take the candle. Remain where you are
till I return; be as still as a mouse. I must pay a visit to the
second storey. Don't move, remember, or call any one.'
He went: I watched the light withdraw. He passed up the gallery
very softly, unclosed the staircase door with as little noise as
possible, shut it after him, and the last ray vanished. I was left
in total darkness. I listened for some noise, but heard nothing. A
very long time elapsed. I grew weary: it was cold, in spite of the
cloak; and then I did not see the use of staying, as I was not to
rouse the house. I was on the point of risking Mr. Rochester's
displeasure by disobeying his orders, when the light once more gleamed
dimly on the gallery wall, and I heard his unshod feet tread the
matting. 'I hope it is he,' thought I, 'and not something worse.'
He re-entered, pale and very gloomy. 'I have found it all out,'
said he, setting his candle down on the washstand; 'it is as I
thought.'