"Do you feel ill, sir?" I inquired.
"Jane, I've got a blow;—I've got a blow, Jane!" he staggered.
"Oh!—lean on me, sir."
"Jane, you offered me your shoulder once before; let me have it now."
"Yes, sir, yes; and my arm."
He sat down, and made me sit beside him. Holding my hand in both his own, he chafed it; gazing on me, at the same time, with the most troubled and dreary look.
"My little friend!" said he, "I wish I were in a quiet island with only you; and trouble, and danger, and hideous recollections removed from me,"
"Can I help you, sir?—I'd give my life to serve you."
"Jane, if aid is wanted, I'll seek it at your hands: I promise you that."
"Thank you, sir: tell me what to do,—I'll try, at least, to do it."
"Fetch me now, Jane, a glass of wine from the dining-room: they will be at supper there; and tell me if Mason is with them, and what he is doing."
I went. I found all the party in the dining-room at supper, as Mr. Rochester had said: they were not seated at table,—the supper was
