[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter 29 Eloquent and thick-skinned Jane!

"Good night, Miss Bennet." Mr. Rochester's eyes were blank and his expression was dull. He had no energy to continue.

"Good night, Mr. Rochester, I wish you a sweet dream." Jane left lightly, like a magpie.

She came to the nursery, opened the door lightly, and found that the little flower transplanted from Paris to England had fallen asleep.

She lay in the white blanket, like a flower rooted in fertile soil.A white nightcap with lace properly protected the chocolate-like beautiful and elastic curly hair, and the fine linen pajamas covered with lace wrapped the little girl's petite and thin body.

There was a burst of tenderness in Jane's heart. She lowered her head and kissed the little girl's cheek that had not subsided from the abnormal heat. From the little girl's head and neck, she could smell the sweet smell of milk, biscuits and caramel.

"Good night, dear Adele."

There was a pure and happy smile on the little girl's chubby lips, and she hummed in French in her sleep: "Good night, Janet... Good night, mother."

"Bring me my portfolio, Leah." Mr. Rochester stared in the direction of the lounge door, his tone as always arbitrary.

From the first time he saw this wonderful girl, Mr. Rochester knew that no matter how he judged her appearance, he could not escape one word: beauty.

Her flawless skin was delicate and white, maybe a little too pale, but reflected in the dim light of the fire, the orange light gradually stained her cheeks, making this flawless face even more attractive.Her lips, which were always turned up, looked full and soft, and her bright, crystal-clear, confident and charming eyes were the color of a cloudless sky.

Every line of her face and body reflects the characteristics of extraordinary beauty, even if she wears a puritan-like plain black dress and a white scarf like an orphanage costume, even if she wastes money Thick, blond hair was tied loosely in a black ribbon and hung down the back, and even without the lace, jewels and feathers...Jane was still incredibly beautiful.

Those bright, piercing, piercing blue eyes...

——Mr. Rochester thinks he is wearing a granite mask, but when he is looked at by those blue eyes that have experienced suffering but are not haze, he still has the illusion of being seen through glass.

She has seen through the torment and torture in his heart, seen through his cheated love and anger, seen through his remorse for youth and ignorance, seen through him...

This is not a good sign, he can no longer be seen through.

Mr. Rochester limped into the library, sat down at the desk, and took a piece of smooth ivory to mix the colors on the palette.The broad forehead used to show wisdom is slightly wrinkled, and as the beautiful and clear colors are adjusted on the palette, his brows are slowly relaxed, the big black eyes are shining, and the resolute and stern mouth is slowly moving. A smile slowly emerged.

He would paint with the softest shades, with the sweetest colours, the most delicate and lovely countenance that the temperate climate of England could mold.

He recalled the face that disappeared not long ago, recalled the delicate and dignified lines, recalled the slender and beautiful five fingers, and the two slender arms wrapped in black sleeves, which were elegant and strong rather than round and graceful, recalled Recalling the gentle neck, recalling how she raised her neck like a swan trapped in a cage, recalling the two rows of neat and shining small teeth, recalling the opening and closing lips like rose petals , Unknowingly, I think of the owner of this face eloquent and witty, I think of her eloquent and smiling appearance, the smile never disappears from the corners of the upturned mouth and bright eyes...

When Mr. Rochester recovered from his trance, he was frustrated and angrily found that all the paints he had mixed had dried up.

He met Jane and Adele in the garden the next afternoon.Adele ran to tease Pilot, while Mr. Rochester, almost impatiently and deliberately serious and impatient--which made his demeanor seem more rigid--invited Jane to a walk.

On a long beech-covered path where Adele can be seen at the same time, Mr. Rochester expressed his sincere emotion: "I really envy you, Miss Bennet."

"Why did you say that, sir? The only thing I am better than you is probably this face."

"No, Miss Bennet, I'm not talking about looks - on the contrary, I'm quite confident in my looks and physique - I'm healthy and strong." Mr. Rochester kicked the hard ground lightly with his boots, "I envy you , I envy you, after experiencing setbacks and sufferings, you still keep such a sincere and sunny smile."

"You can too, sir, come on, move the corners of your mouth and smile."

Mr. Rochester: "..." Hell, it really isn't suitable to express love to Miss Jane the Witch Bennet!

He pulled his hard-lined lips into a flat straight line, and hid the bitterness in his heart with a cynical tone: "Before the age of 19, I was a compassionate person, preferring to sympathize and help the fledgling, nobody Nurtured and unlucky man, but fate keeps beating me, even kneading me like dough. At your age, I'm a pool of stagnant water polluted by foul-smelling silt, drowning in despair Can't help myself. Now I'm glad I'm as tough as an Indian ball, but can seep through a gap or two. There's a sensitive spot in the center of the piece. Yes, that gives me hope ?"

"That makes it hard for me to answer, sir, because I've turned myself into an Indian solid ball too."

Mr. Rochester: "..." I no longer expect to get chicken soup for the soul from your mouth!

He left angrily, leaving Jane with a slightly desolate, desolate, lonely and helpless back.

Time flies.

The morning passed.

Lunch is over.

The afternoon is over.

There were creaking footsteps on the stairs, and Leah came to inform that the refreshments had been set in Mrs. Fairfax's room. When she heard that the meal was ready, Jane was instantly elated, while Adele pouted dissatisfiedly— - Her taste has been spoiled by Jane, but she can't always bother dear Janet to take on extra work as a cook...

Jane took the little girl with a face of "I'm tangled, melancholy, and unhappy" down the stairs.

"You must want your tea," said the good lady, when she was at the housekeeper's place. "You eat so little at lunch, which worries me very much. You have managed to get a little rosy in the face for three months." , not so pale, we can't give up all our efforts."

Jane was obedient and started quickly.

The editor wrote a letter to remind her that she didn't have time to eat, so she wouldn't talk nonsense!

"Come on, dear, you'll have to prove it with a good appetite, fill the teapot and let me finish the stitch?"

As soon as the job was done, she rose and lowered the shutters, which had been left open.Outside the window, the dusk was heavy and the sky was hazy.

"It's a fine day to-night," said Mrs. Fairfax, looking out of the window. "Though there is no starlight, Mr. Rochester has a fine day to go out."

Thankfully, this hard-to-serve master is finally out and I can finally make full use of the evening time to catch up on the manuscript...

Jane, of course, would not answer in this way, and said with a reasonable concern: "Mr. Rochester is always out."

"That's right, he's stayed at Thornfield this year for an unexpectedly long time."

"Oh? Where is Mr. Rochester?"

Jane just asked out of politeness, but who knew that this good lady was waiting for this sentence, and she answered all-pervasively like a spider whose prey has finally found its web: "He went to Mr. Rees. Eshton's, On the other side of Millcote, ten miles from here, I think there was a great crowd there, Lord Ingram, Sir George Lynn, Colonel Dent, etc."

Well, it's still the original name, and it's still the familiar taste.

Jane found a good way - as long as she gave a little response, this lonely and kind lady would go on and on, so she kindly played the role of teaser: "When will he come back?"

"Certainly not to-night or tomorrow. I think he's likely to stay for a week, or a little longer. There's a good atmosphere, good style, entertainment, and all that's expected of these distinguished men of society, so they're in no hurry to part. .and on such an occasion, a man of culture and dignity is especially needed. Mr. Rochester has talent and activity in the world, and I think he will be popular with all. The ladies are very fond of him, although you would think that , in their eyes his appearance was not particularly admirable. But I suspect that his knowledge, ability, and perhaps his wealth and blood make up for his minor defects in appearance."

Well, Mr. Rochester is a celebrity in the social arena, and a veteran in the love arena... It seems to be in contrast to his delicate and delicate attributes.

Jane remembered the bright eyes of the ladies and wives in Longbourne when they talked about gossip, so on the way to the gossip, Jane gave Mrs. Fairfax a little push: "What are the ladies and ladies of Rees like?" people?"

Sure enough, the housekeeper's dim old eyes were like candles lit by matches.Her voice, though still as calm and serene as ever, quickened a little: "There is Mrs. Ishton and her three daughters--all gentle young ladies. And the venerable Blanche and Mary Ingram, I actually met Blanche six or seven years ago, when she was young. She was here for Mr. Rochester's Yule ball and party. You should have seen the dining room that day—decoration So sumptuously lavishly lit! The ladies were splendor and lavishly dressed, and I think there were fifty ladies and gentlemen present--all of the best families in the county. Miss Ingram Was the acknowledged queen of the night."

The gears of the plot are turning slowly, and the female cannon fodder of "Jane Eyre", Miss Blanche Ingram, makes her debut on stage!

The missing and addicted male master finally sent someone to send a letter back. He claimed that he would arrive at Thornfield next Thursday, and almost the entire upper class of Rhys would arrive at the same time, but he did not disclose the specific number of people.

Mrs. Fairfax said sadly: "I'll get some more help from the George's in Millcote, and wherever I can get a man. Ladies with maids, and gentlemen with entourages. So we The room is full of people." At the breakfast table, this good lady swallowed twice as fast as usual.After finishing the meal in a hurry, she hurriedly got into the preparation work.

They hired three women to help clean Thornfield, which seemed spotless to Jane.Wiping, scrubbing, rinsing paint, beating rugs, taking pictures down and putting them back on, wiping mirrors, dusting chandeliers with feather dusters, lighting fires in bedrooms, drying sheets and feather mattresses by the fireside...

Heinous, exploitative capitalist society!

In the thriving and busy scene, Adele skipped all her homework, and she followed Jane to help (or add trouble) in the kitchen, serving out the custard, cheese cakes and French pastries that the governess had worked so hard for, Or steal it.

Here comes Thursday, and all the prep work has been done the night before.The carpet was spread, the bed was striped, the blindingly white coverlet was made without a wrinkle, the dressing table was arranged, the furniture was wiped clean, and the vases were filled with flowers.The bedrooms and living room had been cleaned up as best as humanly possible, the hall had been thoroughly cleaned inside and out as if it had been refurbished, and the huge carved wooden clock, the steps of the stairs and the banisters had been polished to glisten like glass. glow.In the dining-room, the sideboards gleamed with plates; in the drawing-room and drawing-room, vases of exotic flowers, as delicate and lovely as Adele, bloomed all around.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Fairfax put on her best black satin gown, gloves, and gold watch, for she was to receive company—to show the ladies to their rooms, etc.

Under the gentle and amiable dictatorship of the housekeeper's wife, Jane had to change her hairstyle with the help of Leah, and then put on a dark blue silk dress temporarily modified by a tailor according to her figure—plain but decent —at the urging of the housekeeper, put on the sapphire brooch that Mrs. Fairfax loved and cherished in her youth.

"You are so beautiful, dear, this brooch was born for your eyes." The housekeeper's wife who was so busy still took a precious minute to look eagerly at the governess's ear, The lovely curly hair, which is contrasted by the skirt even more brilliantly, "is not inferior to Miss Ingram!"

This was the highest compliment that a respectable lady of limited learning could bestow.

Adele crouched in front of the window, observing the situation dutifully like a sentinel.After about 5 minutes, she shouted excitedly: "They are coming!" Adele struggled for a while, then rushed to Jane who was sitting firmly at the dining table, and pulled her to the window.

The scenery in front of me is no different from what Jane saw in the movie:

Four riders galloped up the lane, followed by two open wagons.Inside the car, the veil flutters and the feathers undulate.

Mr. Rochester took the lead, and the scenery standing next to him may not be the famous Miss Blanche Ingram.The lady was tall and plump, almost as tall as Mr. Rochester on horseback.Her purple riding suit was dragged long, and the veil covered her legendary alluring appearance. A huge feather was inserted on the hat of the riding suit, fluttering triumphantly in the wind.

"I'm going downstairs, Janet!" The boisterous French girl couldn't help it.

Jane held her down, pressed the eager and eager little girl to her knees, and pinched her nose with a smile: "Yes, of course you will go downstairs. But I need to tell Mr. Rochester before, otherwise it will be too abrupt Do you understand, restless Parisian chick?"

Adele thought for a while, raised her thin and crooked eyebrows, but she didn't know it was serious, so she lay in Jane's arms, waiting for the governess to tell her guardian.

At this time, the hall was full of voices and laughter.The deep voices of the men, the bells of the women's voices blended together, just as she had experienced at Longbourne, at Meryton, at the Duchess Catherine's.

In her busy schedule, Jane finds the rare Mr. Rochester and makes a request for Adele.

I thought that this stubborn and picky male host would reject the "babbling child" without hesitation, and Jane was even ready to fight a protracted war—but Mr. Rochester agreed naturally, and the only requirement was that the housewife The teacher had to be present at the same time as Adele—in case the little girl made a faux pas.

Mr. Rochester, who is so eloquent, really makes people uncomfortable.

When the visitors entered the living room one after another, the voices of talking and laughing became very soft, like a swarm of bees making a soft buzzing.When the guests finished their dinner, they stood up gently and left the table. The curtain was drawn behind the arch, revealing the dining room. The long table was covered with luxurious tableware for dessert, and the candlelight poured on the silver and glass. on the utensils.

A group of ladies came out from the door. Their skirts were fluffy and wide, and they stretched out desperately, as if the fog magnified the moon, and these clothes also magnified their figures.

Jane pulled the long waist in a pink satin smock

Adele, wearing black mesh fingerless gloves and as serious as a barrister and chief justice, curtseyed to the clouds of ladies and ladies.

Adele looked eagerly from side to side, her large brown eyes shining with an indescribable contentment, as if her cup of happiness had been filled with the flowing dresses, jewels, and feathers.And her governess kept her face down and refused to raise her head, with bundles of curly hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks, trying to minimize the sense of presence.

The ladies passed Jane and Adele, and scattered about the room. Some sat down at once, reclining on sofas and couches; People gathered around the stove.All talked in low, clear tones, far more refined than the country refinements of Longbourne and Meryton.

Sitting in the shadow of the drapery, Jane knew that if she had dared to tease and tease Mr. Darcy, who earned ten thousand pounds a year, and groomed the haughty and terrible Duchess Catherine as if she were a fried dog, at this very moment she would There is no doubt that the back deprives the right to participate in the conversation.

She is only a governess, and Jane has a deep and clear awareness and positioning of her situation-even satisfied-after all, she has never liked small talk in the social arena, even if she recognizes the importance of such conversation. Neither is necessity or rationality.

Although Jane made a low-browed and pleasing look to lower her sense of presence, she did not stop observing the ladies.

When her eyes fell on the tallest, most aura-like white figure in the center of the room, who looked like a goddess of war born into the world, she knew that it was Miss Blanche Ingram sitting on the Diaoyutai, waiting for the golden turtle to take the bait.

This beauty, whom Mrs. Fairfax called the "Queen of Banquets", lived up to her reputation. She was tall and plump, with smooth shoulders, elegant and long neck, and dark and clean olive skin-like 200 years old. as it became popular.She had big, dark eyes, which made Jane imagine that she and the prey on her list were long-lost siblings...

Miss Blanche Ingram wore a long white dress with long, fluffy skirts that swept the floor like waves.An amber scarf went around the shoulders, over the chest, tied at the waist, and fell to just below the knees, with long tassels hanging from the bottom.She is holding a huge white fan with feathers that matches her dress, and she is looking forward to her appearance.

But, when this black beauty spoke...

Nima looks like a younger version of Duchess Catherine de Bourgh!

Jane couldn't figure out why this girl with natural beauty should make her tone so arrogant and posturing

;The rosy lips are full of arrogance and ridicule, and Jane can't figure out why such beautiful lips are twisted into such a shape by her...

She flaunted all kinds of professional words and teased the ignorance of other wives... The only difference between Blanche and Lady Catherine is that the Duchess enjoys "controlling others", while Miss Ingram's source of joy is It comes from "better than others".

How simple you are, Miss Blanche Ingram!Fishing for men is definitely not like this, especially when your prey is a strange one!

Unlike Jane who sat quietly and calmly, as soon as the ladies came in, Adele couldn't wait to stand up and greet her, bowed solemnly, and said solemnly: "Bonjour, mesdames."

Miss Ingram looked down at her mockingly, and cried to her mother, "Ha, what a little doll! Where did Mr. Rochester get it?"

She spoke to her mother in French, fluently and beautifully, with the correct intonation.

"It's Mr. Rochester's adopted little French girl, dear," replied Mrs. Ingram, equally haughty.

"He should have sent this little thing in the way to school." Miss Blanche raised her neck proudly, expressing her superb opinion triumphantly, "Who knows that instead of doing this, he invited her Governess! Look, mother, she's still there behind the curtain."

Adele raised her oval face, unable to capture the kindness from the other party's tone, she blinked her big brown eyes aggrieved.

Jane felt a slight pain in her heart.

She stood up lightly and gracefully, and stepped out from the shadow of the curtain.

Jane has long given up on other people's slander, slander and ridicule - after three years of hard work and successful incarnation of "solid ball" - but she cannot allow Adele to suffer what she shouldn't Absolutely not for the damage suffered.

Jane walked briskly, and stood in front of Miss Blanche in the blink of an eye.All eyes in the room were on them as she spoke in French with a laughing lilt.

"Since you know Adele's identity, doesn't it seem inappropriate to laugh at the master's guardian in his house?"

Adele hastily lowered her head and wiped away her tears of grievance and gratitude.

Miss Blanche did not expect that a servant would dare to contradict her so mercilessly. Her noble self-esteem and vanity were greatly hurt, and she was so angry that she had to save her face.

"Are you that governess?" Miss Blanche snorted softly, her pretty face darkened with anger, "For Mr. Rochester's sake, I can tolerate your rudeness and offense, but please Let me kindly remind you that your skirt is already in the style of ten years ago, even our cooks don’t want to wear it, please don’t wear it out to embarrass Mr. Rochester.”

What a substandard and imprecise counterattack... Jane grinned and smiled even brighter: "My identity is a governess, please realize this unchangeable fact. If I am like all the noble people present Like the ladies, adorn yourself with jewels and satins, and you're afraid to get a reputation for restless seductress, as someone tried to do, isn't it, fair Miss Ingram?"

Blanche, with her big black eyes staring round, and her olive face flushed purple, blurted out: "The governess is a disaster, horrible, disgusting, ill-bred, and disrespectful!"

Jane tilted her head, took Adele's hand, and sent her to a kind-faced lady who liked children at first glance, and was watching the excitement. Shi Shiran turned around and said in a long voice : "Some people never do things that disrespect themselves, and some people never allow others to disrespect themselves. This is probably the difference between cherishing feathers and cherishing nose hair."

Through her thick eyelashes, she noticed that Miss Blanche Ingram's chest was heaving up and down with anger, Mrs. Ingram was dumbfounded, and the ladies were all around them like spotlights... —however inappropriate, Miss Ingram was a guest of honor to her host—she said in an amiable tone: "Of course, you are a well-bred noble lady—as everyone clearly agrees. That way—you won’t take too much care of your nose hair, will you? You are so considerate and tolerant of my offense for so long, Miss Ingram!"

Miss Blanche Ingram: "..."

"It must have been Eris who threw the golden apple into Thornfield, so that the goddesses would quarrel over who was more beautiful."

...Mr. Rochester, you came at the right time. Are you happy listening to the corner?

"Come on, beautiful girls, Thornfield is a gloomy old house, and I count on you to add splendor to it!" Mr. Rochester smiled broadly, "Miss Ingram and Miss Bennet are both good at piano, I I beg you to bring some music to appease the hungry ears and hearts of the people."

. . . You are very wicked, Mr. Rochester.If so, as you wish.

Jane turned around gracefully, and her dark blue skirt opened like a flower. She smiled and said to Miss Ingram, whose eyes were tearing apart: "Let's play four-handed, dear Miss Ingram, I Your technique will never disgrace your ability to play the piano."

Miss Blanche Ingram: "..."

Mr. Rochester: "..."

Guests: "..."

It is said that there is a very wise idea to deal with strange flowers: fight fiercely, tear your face, and then pretend nothing happened, which can be used repeatedly.

How strange and awe-inspiring is this scene in the living room as the piano sounds:

Two girls who are equally young and look like the Goddess of Wisdom and the Goddess of the Moon have their own merits and are indistinguishable from each other. They sit in front of the piano with the same demeanor and perform a four-hand combination.

The olive-skinned beauty frowns slightly, her expression is haughty, sullen and reserved. She is wrapped in a white robe that symbolizes innocence, but she is full of pomp and arrogance. It is obvious that she is bent on impressing people.

Sitting next to the black-haired and brown-skinned beauty was a beautiful young woman.The golden hair curled down on both sides of her snow-white cheeks, but it was never as bright and bright as her smile.She has a calm expression, a smile on the corner of her mouth, and a graceful and generous posture, like the warmest morning sun and breeze in spring, like an uncrowned queen.

The author has something to say: Please spread flowers~~~