PARTTHREE-AYOUNGWOMANATTHORNFIELDCHAPTERTWELVETheGypsy Mr.Rochester'sfacewentwhite.Forafewminutes,hedidnotspeak.FinallyIasked, "areyouill,sir?""Jane,helpme,"hesaid.Ihelpedhimtositdown,andthensatnexttohim.Heheldmyhandtightly."Jane,IwishyouandIwerefarawayfromhere,withnoneoftheseterribletroublestomakemesuffer.""HowcanIhelpyou,sir?Pleastellmewhatiswrong!""Jane,IpromiseI'llaskyouifIneedhelp,butIcannottellyouanythingnow.Getmeaglassofwine,please."Ididwhatheasked.Helookedlesspale,butverystern.Afterawhilehespoke. "Jane,ifallthosefineladiesandgentlemenouttherecameandcalledmeterriblenames,whatwouldyoudo?"heasked."IfIcould,I'dmakethemleavethehouse.""Or,iftheyonlylookedatme,andthensaidterriblethingsaboutmewhenIcouldnothear,andthenleftmealoneinthehouse?""Iwouldn'tleaveyou.I'dstaywithyouandcomfortyou,sir.""Andifitseemedlikethewholeworldwasagainstme,wouldyoustillstaywithme?""Sir,ifyoudeservedmyfriendshipIwouldn'tcarewhatotherpeoplethought.""Thankyou,Jane.IwouldliketoseeMr.Masonnow."AfterIfoundMr.Masonandleftthetwomentalkinginthelibrary,Iwenttobed,wonderingaboutMr.Rochester'sstrange,seriousquestions.Sometimelater,IheardhimwalkingwithMr.Masontohisbedroom,andIwasgladthatMr.Rochestersoundedhappier.