When I woke up, I was somewhere warm and soft. There was a red glow and muffled voices around me. Someone lifted me, and then I rested my head against a pillow or an arm, and felt easy.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was in my own bed. The glow came from the fire. It was night. Bessie stood beside me, looking anxious, and a gentleman sat in a chair near my pillow. I knew him. It was Mr. Lloyd, an apothecary. Mrs. Reed called him sometimes when the servants were ill.
“Who am I, Jane?” he asked.
“Mr. Lloyd,” I said, offering him at the same time my hand. He took it and smiled.
“I think she’ll be alright. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
He departed, to my grief. I felt so sheltered when he sat in the chair, and then all the room darkened.
“Would you like to sleep, Miss Eyre?” asked Bessie, rather softly.
“I’ll try.”
“Would you like something to eat or drink?”
“No thank you,” I said, puzzled[7]. Why was she so nice to me?
“Then I’ll go to bed myself—it’s after midnight,” she said. “But you can call me if you want anything.”
“Bessie, what is going on?” I asked. “Am I ill?”
“You fainted crying in the red-room. You’ll be better soon.”
Next day I sat wrapped in a shawl by the fire. I felt weak and broken down. None of the Reeds were home, and I could be happy. Instead, my nerves were in such a state that no calm could soothe, and no pleasure excite them. Even when Bessie came in with a tart for me, I put it away. As Bessie finished dusting and tidying the room, she began making a new bonnet for Georgiana’s doll and sing. Her voice was sweet but I found its melody sad.
“Why did they send me
so far and so lonely,
Up where the moors spread
and grey rocks are piled?
Men are hard-hearted,
and kind angels only
Watch o’er the steps of
a poor orphan child.”
“Miss Jane, don’t cry,’ said Bessie as she finished the ballad. She might as well have said to the fire, ‘don’t burn!’
At midday, Mr. Lloyd returned, as he had promised, and asked Bessie how I was. Bessie answered that I was doing very well.
“Then she should look more cheerful. Come here, Jane. Well, you cried, didn’t you? Why?”
“She couldn’t go out with the others in the carriage,” said Bessie.