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âAs for me, sir,â I began, but checked by some impediment in my utterance, and finding that my whole frame trembled with fury, I said no more, but took the wiser part of snatching up my hat and bolting from the room, slamming the door behind me, with a bang that shook the house to its foundations, and made my mother scream, and gave a momentary relief to my excited feelings.
The next minute saw me hurrying with rapid strides in the direction of Wildfell Hallâ âto what intent or purpose I could scarcely tell, but I must be moving somewhere, and no other goal would doâ âI must see her too, and speak to herâ âthat was certain; but what to say, or how to act, I had no definite idea. Such stormy thoughtsâ âso many different resolutions crowded in upon me, that my mind was little better than a chaos of conflicting passions.
XIIIn little more than twenty minutes the journey was accomplished. I paused at the gate to wipe my streaming forehead, and recover my breath and some degree of composure. Already the rapid walking had somewhat mitigated my excitement; and with a firm and steady tread I paced the garden-walk. In passing the inhabited wing of the building, I caught a sight of Mrs. Graham, through the open window, slowly pacing up and down her lonely room.
She seemed agitated and even dismayed at my arrival, as if she thought I too was coming to accuse her. I had entered her presence intending to condole with her upon the wickedness of the world, and help her to abuse the vicar and his vile informants, but now I felt positively ashamed to mention the subject, and determined not to refer to it, unless she led the way.
âI am come at an unseasonable hour,â said I, assuming a cheerfulness I did not feel, in order to reassure her; âbut I wonât stay many minutes.â
She smiled upon me, faintly it is true, but most kindlyâ âI had almost said thankfully, as her apprehensions were removed.
âHow dismal you are, Helen! Why have you no fire?â I said, looking round on the gloomy apartment.
âIt is summer yet,â she replied.
âBut we always have a fire in the evenings, if we can bear it; and you especially require one in this cold house and dreary room.â
âYou should have come a little sooner, and I would have had one lighted for you: but it is not worth while nowâ âyou wonât stay many minutes, you say, and Arthur is gone to bed.â
âBut I have a fancy for a fire, nevertheless. Will you order one, if I ring?â
âWhy, Gilbert, you donât look cold!â said she, smilingly regarding my face, which no doubt seemed warm enough.
âNo,â replied I, âbut I want to see you comfortable before I go.â
âMe comfortable!â repeated she, with a bitter laugh, as if there were something amusingly absurd in the idea. âIt suits me better as it is,â she added, in a tone of mournful resignation.
But determined to have my own way, I pulled the bell.
âThere now, Helen!â I said, as the approaching steps of Rachel were heard in answer to the summons. There was nothing for it but to turn round and desire the maid to light the fire.
I owe Rachel a grudge to this day for the look she cast upon me ere she departed on her mission, the sour, suspicious, inquisitorial look that plainly demanded, âWhat are you here for, I wonder?â Her mistress did not fail to notice it, and a shade of uneasiness darkened her brow.
âYou must not stay long, Gilbert,â said she, when the door was closed upon us.
âIâm not going to,â said I, somewhat testily, though without a grain of anger in my heart against anyone but the meddling old woman. âBut, Helen, Iâve something to say to you before I go.â
âWhat is it?â
âNo, not nowâ âI donât know yet precisely what it is, or how to say it,â replied I, with more truth than wisdom; and then, fearing lest she should turn me out of the house, I began talking about indifferent matters in order to gain time. Meanwhile Rachel came in to kindle the fire, which was soon effected by thrusting a red-hot poker between the bars of the grate, where the fuel was already disposed for ignition. She honoured me with another of her hard, inhospitable looks in departing, but, little moved thereby, I went on talking; and setting a chair for Mrs. Graham on one side of the hearth, and one for myself on the other, I ventured to sit down, though half suspecting she would rather see me go.
In a little while we both relapsed into silence, and continued for several minutes gazing abstractedly into the fireâ âshe intent upon her own sad thoughts, and I reflecting how delightful it would be to be seated thus beside her with no other presence to restrain our intercourseâ ânot even that of Arthur, our mutual friend, without whom we had never met beforeâ âif only I could venture to speak my mind, and disburden my full heart of the feelings that had so long oppressed it, and which it
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