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his night； and a laughing one the next： now it nestled close to me； and now it ran from me； but whatever mood the apparition evinced； whatever aspect it wore； it failed not for seven successive nights to meet me the moment i entered the land of slumber。
i did not like this iteration of one idea—this strange recurrence of one image； and i grew nervous as bedtime approached and the hour of the vision drew near。 it was from panionship with this baby… phantom i had been roused on that moonlight night when i heard the cry； and it was on the afternoon of the day following i was summoned downstairs by a message that some one wanted me in mrs。 fairfax’s room。 on repairing thither； i found a man waiting for me； having the appearance of a gentleman’s servant： he was dressed in deep mourning； and the hat he held in his hand was surrounded with a crape band。
“i daresay you hardly remember me； miss；” he said； rising as i entered； “but my name is leaven： i lived coachman with mrs。 reed when you were at gateshead； eight or nine years since； and i live there still。”
“oh； robert！ how do you do？ i remember you very well： you used to give me a ride sometimes on miss georgiana’s bay pony。 and how is bessie？ you are married to bessie？”
“yes； miss： my wife is very hearty； thank you； she brought me another little one about two months since—we have three now—and both mother and child are thriving。”
“and are the family well at the house； robert？”
“i am sorry i can’t give you better news of them； miss： they are very badly at present—in great trouble。”
“i hope no one is dead；” i said； glancing at his black dress。 he too looked down at the crape round his hat and replied—
“mr。 john died yesterday was a week； at his chambers in london。”
“mr。 john？”
“yes。”
“and how does his mother bear it？”
“why； you see； miss eyre； it is not a mon mishap： his life has been very wild： these last three years he gave himself up to strange ways； and his death was shocking。”
“i heard from bessie he was not doing well。”
“doing well！ he could not do worse： he ruined his health and his estate amongst the worst men and the worst women。 he got into debt and into jail： his mother helped him out twice； but as soon as he was free he returned to his old panions and habits。 his head was not strong： the knaves he lived amongst fooled him beyond anything i ever heard。 he came down to gateshead about three weeks ago and wanted missis to give up all to him。 missis refused： her means have long been much reduced by his extravagance； so he went back again； and the next news was that he was dead。 how he died； god knows！—they say he killed himself。”
i was silent： the things were frightful。 robert leaven resumed—
“missis had been out of health herself for some time： she had got very stout； but was not strong with it； and the loss of money and fear of poverty were quite breaking her down。 the information about mr。 john’s death and the manner of it came too suddenly： it brought on a stroke。 she was three days without speaking； but last tuesday she seemed rather better： she appeared as if she wanted to say something； and kept making signs to my wife and mumbling。 it was only yesterday morning； however； that bessie understood she was pronouncing your name； and at last she made out the words； ‘bring jane—fetch jane eyre： i want to speak to her。’ bessie is not sure whether she is in her right mind； or means anything by the words； but she told miss reed and miss georgiana； and advised them to send for you。 the young ladies put it off at first； but their mother grew so restless； and said； ‘jane； jane；’ so many times； that at last they consented。 i left gateshead yesterday： and if you can get ready； miss； i should like to take you back with me early to… morrow morning。”
“yes； robert； i shall be ready： it seems to me that i ought to go。”
“i think so too； miss。 bessie said she was sure you would not refuse： but i suppose you will have to ask leave before you can get off？”
“yes； and i will do it now；” and having directed him to the servants’ hall； and remended him to the care of john’s wife； and the attentions of john himself； i went in search of mr。 rochester。
he was not in any of the lower rooms； he was not in the yard； the stables； or the grounds。 i asked mrs。 fairfax if she had seen him；—yes： she believed he was playing billiards with miss ingram。 to the billiard…room i hastened： the click of balls and the hum of voices resounded thence； mr。 rochester； miss ingram； the two misses eshton； and their admirers； were all busied in the game。 it required some courage to disturb so interesting a party； my errand； however； was one i could not defer； so i approached the master where he stood at miss ingram’s side。 she turned as i drew near； and looked at me haughtily： her eyes seemed to demand； “what can the creeping creature want now？” and when i said； in a low voice； “mr。 rochester；” she made a movement as if tempted to order me away。 i remember her appearance at the moment—it was very graceful and very striking： she wore a morning robe of sky…blue crape； a gauzy azure scarf was twisted in her hair。 she had been all animation with the game； and irritated pride did not lower the expression of her haughty lineaments。
“does that person want you？” she inquired of mr。 rochester； and mr。 rochester turned to see who the “person” was。 he made a curious grimace—one of his strange and equivocal demonstrations—threw down his cue and followed me from the room。
“well； jane？” he said； as he rested his back against the schoolroom door； which he had shut。
“if you please； sir； i want leave of absence for a week or two。”
“what to do？—where to go？”
“to see a sick lady who has sent for me。”
“what sick lady？—where does she live？”
“at gateshead； in—shire。”
“…shire？ that is a hundred miles off！ who may she be that sends for people to see her that distance？”
“her name is reed； sir—mrs。 reed。”
“reed of gateshead？ there was a reed of gateshead； a magistrate。”
“it is his widow； sir。”
“and what have you to do with her？ how do you know her？”
“mr。 reed was my uncle—my mother’s brother。”
“the deuce he was！ you never told me that before： you always said you had no relations。”
“none that would own me； sir。 mr。 reed is dead； and his wife cast me off。”
“why？”
“because i was poor； and burdensome； and she disliked me。”
“but reed left children？—you must have cousins？ sir george lynn was talking of a reed of gateshead yesterday； who； he said； was one of the veriest rascals on town； and ingram was mentioning a georgiana reed of the same place； who was much admired for her beauty a season or two ago in london。”
“john reed is dead； too； sir： he ruined himself and half…ruined his family； and is supposed to have mitted suicide。 the news so shocked his mother that it brought on an apoplectic attack。”
“and what good can you do her？ nonsense； jane！ i would never think of running a hundred miles to see an old lady who will； perhaps； be dead before you reach her： besides； you say she cast you off。”
“yes； sir； but that is long ago；