AS I rose and dressed，I thought over what had happened，and wondered if it were a dream. I could not be certain of the reality till I had seen Mr. Rochester again，and heard him renew his words of love and promise.

While arranging my hair，I looked at my face in the glass，and felt it was no longer plain: there was hope in its aspect and life in its colour; and my eyes seemed as if they had beheld the fount of fruition，and borrowed beams from the lustrous ripple. I had often been unwilling to look at my master，because I feared he could not be pleased at my look; but I was sure I might lift my face to his now，and not cool his affection by its expression. I took a plain but clean and light summer dress from my drawer and put it on: it seemed no attire had ever so well bee me，because none had I ever worn in so blissful a mood.

I was not surprised，when I ran down into the hall，to see that a brilliant June morning had succeeded to the tempest of the night; and to feel，through the open glass door，the breathing of a fresh and fragrant breeze. Nature must be gladsome when I was so happy. A beggar-woman and her little boy- pale，ragged objects both- were ing up the walk，and I ran down and gave them all the money I happened to have in my purse- some three or four shillings: good or bad，they must partake of my jubilee. The rooks cawed，and blither birds sang; but nothing was so merry or so musical as my own rejoicing heart.

Mrs. Fairfax surprised me by looking out of the window with a sad countenance，and saying gravely- 'Miss Eyre，will you e to breakfast?' During the meal she was quiet and cool: but I could not undeceive her then. I must wait for my master to give explanations; and so must she. I ate what I could，and then I hastened upstairs. I met Adele leaving the schoolroom.

'Where are you going? It is time for lessons.'