"Well," said Mr. Rochester, gazing inquiringly into my eyes, "how is
my Janet now?"
"The night is serene, sir; and so am I."
"And you will not dream of separation and sorrow to-night; but of
happy love and blissful union."
This prediction was but half fulfilled: I did not indeed dream of
sorrow, but as little did I dream of joy; for I never slept at all.
With little Adele in my arms, I watched the slumber of childhood--so
tranquil, so passionless, so innocent--and waited for the coming
day: all my life was awake and astir in my frame: and as soon as
the sun rose I rose too. I remember Adele clung to me as I left
her: I remember I kissed her as I loosened her little hands from my
neck; and I cried over her with strange emotion, and quitted her
because I feared my sobs would break her still sound repose. She
seemed the emblem of my past life; and he I was now to array myself
to meet, the dread, but adored, type of my unknown future day.