Chapter 26

Chapter 26 SOPHIE came at seven to dress me: she was very long indeed in accomplishing her task; so long that Mr Rochester, grown, I suppose, impatient of my delay, sent up to ask why I did not come. She was just fastening my veil (the plain square of blond after all) to my hair with a brooch; I hurried from under her hands as soon as I could. 'Stop!' she cried in French. 'Look at yourself in the mirror: you have not taken one peep.' So I turned at the door: I saw a robed and veiled figure, so unlike my usual self that it seemed almost the image of a stranger. 'Jane!' called a voice, and I hastened down. I was received at the foot of the stairs by Mr Rochester. 'Lingerer!' he said, 'my brain is on fire with impatience, and you tarry so long!' He took me into the dining-room, surveyed me keenly all over, pronounced me 'fair as a lily, and not only the pride of his life, but the desire of his eyes', and then telling me he would give me about ten minutes to eat some breakfast, he rang the bell. One of his lately hired servants, a footman, answered it. 'Is John getting the carriage ready?' 'Yes, sir.' 'Is the luggage brought down?' 'They are bringing it down, sir.' 'Go you to the church: see if Mr Wood (the clergyman) and the clerk are there: return and tell me.' The church, as the reader knows, was but just beyond the gates; the footman soon returned. 'Mr Wood is in the vestry, sir, putting on his surplice.' 'And the carriage?' 'The horses are harnessing.' 'We shall not want it to go to church; but it must be ready the moment we return: all the boxes and luggage arranged and strapped on, and the coachman in his seat.' 'Yes, sir.' 'Jane, are you ready?'...