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Chapter 2
I RESISTED all the way: a new thing for
me, and a circumstance which greatly strengthened
the bad opinion Bessie and Miss Abbot
were disposed to entertain of me. The fact is, I
was a trifle
beside myself; or rather
out of myself, as the French would say. I was
conscious that a moment's
mutiny had
already rendered me liable to strange penaltics,
and, like any other rebel slave, I felt
resolved, in my desperation, to go all
lengths.
'Hold her arms, Miss Abbot: she's like
a mad cat.'
'For shame, for shame!' cried the
lady's-maid. 'What shocking conduct, Miss Eyre, to
strike a
young gentleman, your
benefactress's son! Your young master.'
'Master! How is he my master? Am I a
servant?'
'No; you are less than a servant, for
you do nothing for your keep. There, sit down, and
think
over your wickedness.'
They had got me by this time into the
apartment indicated by Mrs Reed, and had thrust me
upon
a stool: my impulse was to rise
from it like a spring; their two pair of hands
arrested me instantly.
'If you don't sit still,
you must be tied down, ' said Bessie. 'Miss Abbot,
lend me your garters;
she would break
mine directly.'
Miss Abbot turned to divest
a stout leg of the necessary ligature. This
preparation for bonds, and
the
additional ignominy it inferred, took a little of
the excitement out of me.
'Don't take them off, ' I
cried; 'I will not stir.'
In guarantee whereof, I
attached myself to my seat by my hands.
'Mind
you don't,
' said Bessie; and when she had
ascertained that
I was really
subsiding, she
loosened her hold of me;
then she and Miss Abbot stood with
folded arms,
looking darkly and
doubtfully on my face, as incredulous
of my sanity.
'She never did so before, ' at last
said Bessie, turning to the Abigail.
'But it was
always in her, ' was the reply. 'I've told missis
often my opinion about the child, and
missis agreed with me. She's an
underhand little thing: I never saw a girl of her
age with so much
cover.'
Bessie answered
not; but ere long, addressing me, she said:
'You ought to be aware, miss, that you
are under obligations to Mrs Reed: she keeps you:
if she
were to turn you off you would
have to go to the poorhouse.'
I had nothing
to say to these words: they were not new to me:
my very first recollections of
existence included hints of the same
kind. This reproach of my dependence had become a
vague
sing-song in my ear; very painful
and crushing, but only half intelligible. Miss
Abbot joined in:
'And
you
ought
not
to
think
yourself
on
an
equality
with
the
Misses
Reed
and Master
Reed,
because
missis
kindly
allows
you
to
be
brought
up
with
them.
They
will
have
a
great
deal
of
money
and
you
will
have
none:
it
is
your
place
to
be
humble,
and
to
try
to
make
yourself
agreeable to them.'
'What
we
tell
you
is
for
your
good,
'
added
Bessie,
in
no
harsh
voice:
'you
should
try
to
be
useful and pleasant,
then, perhaps, you would have a home here; but if
you become passionate and
rude, missis
will send you away, I am sure.'
'Besides, '
said Miss Abbot, 'God will punish her: He might
strike her dead in the midst of her
tantrums,
and
then
where
would
she
go?
Come,
Bessie,
we
will
leave
her:
I
wouldn't
have
her
heart for anything. Say your prayers,
Miss Eyre, when you are by yourself; for if you
don't repent,
something bad might be
permitted to come down the chimney and fetch you
away.'
They went, shutting the door, and
locking it behind them.
The red-room was a spare
chabmer very seldom slept in: I might say never,
indeed, unless when
a
chance
influx
of
visitors
at
Gateshead-hall
rendered
it
necessary
to
turn
to
account
all
the
accommodation it contained: yet it was
one of the largest and stateliest chambers in the
mansion.
A bed supported on massive
pillars of mahogany, hung with curtains of deep
red damask, stood
out like a tabernacle
in the centre, the two large windows, with their
blinds always drawn down,
were half
shrouded in festoons and falls of similar drapery;
the carpet was red; the table at the foot
of the bed was covered with a crimson
cloth; the walls were a soft fawn colour, with a
blush of
pink in it; the wardrobe, the
toilet-table, the chairs, were of darkly- polished
old mahogany. Out of
these deep
surrounding shades rose high, and glared white,
the piled-up mattresses and pillows of
the
bed,
spread
with
a
snowy
Marseilles
counterpane.
Scarcely
less
prominent
was
an
ample
cushioned easy-chair
near the head of the bed, also white, with a
footstool before it, and looking,
as I
thought, like a pale throne.
This room was
chill, because it seldom had a fire; it was
silent, because remote from the nursery
and kitchens; solemn, because it was
known to be so seldom entered. The housemaid alone
came
here on Saturdays, to wipe from
the mirrors and the furniture a week's quiet dust;
and Mrs Reed
herself, at far intervals,
visited it to review the contents of a certain
secret drawer in the wardrobe,
where
were stored divers parchments, her jewel-casket,
and a miniature of her deceased husband;
and in those last words lies the secret
of the red- room
—
the spell which kept it so lonely in
spite
of its grandeur.
Mr Reed had
been dead nine years: it was in this chamber he
breathed his last; here he lay in
state; hence his coffin was borne by
the undertaker's men; and, since that day, a sense
of dreary
consecration had guarded it
from frequent intrusion.
My seat, to which Bessie
and the bitter Miss Abbot had left me riveted, was
a low ottoman near
the
marble
chimney-piece;
the
bed
rose
before
me;
to
my
right
hand
there
was
the
high,
dark
wardrobe,
with
subdued, broken
reflections
varying
the
gloss
of
its
panels;
to
my
left
were
the
muffled
windows; a great looking-glass between them
repeated the vacant majesty of the bed and
room. I was not quite sure whether they
had locked the door; and, when I dared move, I got
up and
went
to
see.
Alas,
yes!
no
jail
was
ever
more
secure.
Returning,
I
had
to
cross
before
the
looking-glass; my
fascinated glance involuntarily explored the depth
it revealed. All looked colder
and
darker in that visionary hollow than in reality:
and the strange little figure there gazing at me
with a white face and arms specking the
gloom, and glittering eyes of fear moving where
all else
was still, had the effect of a
real spirit: I thought it like one of the tiny
phantoms, half fairy, half
imp,
Bessie's
evening
stories
represented
as
coming
out
of
lone,
ferny
dells
in
moors,
and
appearing before the
eyes of belated travellers. I returned to my
stool.
Superstition was with me at that
moment: but it was not yet her hour for complete
victory: my
blood was still warm; the
mood of the revolted slave was still bracing me
with its bitter vigour; I
had to stem a
rapid rush of retrospective thought before I
quailed to the dismal present.
All John Reed's
violent tyrannies, all his sisters' proud
indifference, all his mother's aversion, all
the servants' partiality, turned up in
my disturbed mind like a dark deposit in a turbid
well. Why
was I always suffering,
always browbeaten, always accused, forever
condemned?
Why could I never please? Why was it
useless to try to win any one's favour? Eliza, who
was
headstrong and selfish, was
respected. Gcorgiana, who had a spoiled temper, a
very acrid spite, a
captious and
insolent carriage, was universally indulged. Her
beauty, her pink checks, and golden
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