PARTTHREE-AYOUNGWOMANATTHORNFIELDCHAPTEREIGHTEENMr.Rochester'sStory SometimeintheafternoonIwokeupfromalongsleep.IfeltweakwhenIstoodup,becauseIhadnoteatenanythingallday.WhenIopenedmybedroomdoor,IsawMr.Rochester.Hewassittinginachairoutsidemydoor.Helookedatmewiththefaceofanunhappyman."I'vebeenwaitingforyouallthistime,Jane."hesaidquietly. "I'vebeenlistening.Ihaven'theardyoushoutorscreamorcry,notonce.Aren'tyouangrywithme?ButInevermeanttohurtyou.Canyoueverforgiveme?"Iknewhewastellingmethetruth.Inmyheart,Iforgavehimimmediately."Shoutatme,Jane!TellmehowterribleIam!"hesaid."Sir,Ican'trightnow.Iamtiredandweak.Ineedsomewater."Hetookmeinhisarmsandcarriedmetothelibrary.Heputmeinfrontofthefireandgavemesomewaterandagalssofwine.Slowly,mybodybegantofeelbetter.Mr.Rochesterbenttokissme,butIturnedmyfaceaway."What!"hecried. "Youwon'tkissme!It'sbecauseI'mmarried,isn'tit!""Yes,sir.""Iknowyouverywell,Jane.Iknowhowfirmandstrongyouarewhenyou'vedecidedtodosomething.You'replanningtodestroymychancesofhappinesswithyou.Youwilltreatmelikeastranger.Youwilltellyourself, 'Thatmanliedtome,andtriedtomarrymewhenhecouldn't.Imustbecoldtohim,andyouwillbe!"