第57部分(第4/8 頁)

　Forget　visionary　woe；　and　think　only　of　real　happiness！　You　say　you　love　me；　Ja：　yes—I　will　not　forget　that；　and　you　cannot　deny　it。　those　words　did　not　die　inarticulate　on　your　lips。　I　heard　them　clear　and　soft：　a　thought　too　solemn　perhaps；　but　sweet　as　music—‘I　think　it　is　a　glorious　thing　to　have　the　hope　of　living　with　you；　Edward；　because　I　love　you。’　Do　you　love　me；　Jane？—repeat　it。”

“I　do；　sir—I　do；　with　my　whole　heart。”

“Well；”　he　said；　after　some　minutes’　silence；　“it　is　strange；　but　that　sentence　has　perated　by　breast　painfully。　Why？　I　think　because　you　said　it　with　such　an　earnest；　religious　energy；　and　because　your　upward　gaze　at　me　now　is　the　very　sublime　of　faith；　truth；　and　devotion：　it　is　too　much　as　if　some　spirit　were　near　me。　Look　wicked；　Jane：　as　you　know　well　how　to　look：　coin　one　of　your　wild；　shy；　provoking　smiles；　tell　me　you　hate　me—tease　me；　vex　me；　do　anything　but　move　me：　I　would　rather　be　incensed　than　saddened。”

“I　will　tease　you　and　vex　you　to　your　heart’s　content；　when　I　have　finished　my　tale：　but　hear　me　to　the　end。”

“I　thought；　Jane；　you　had　told　me　all。　I　thought　I　had　found　the　source　of　your　melancholy　in　a　dream。”

I　shook　my　head。　“What！　is　there　more？　But　I　will　not　believe　it　to　be　anything　important。　I　warn　you　of　incredulity　beforehand。　Go　on。”

The　disquietude　of　his　air；　the　somewhat　apprehensive　impatience　of　his　manner；　surprised　me：　but　I　proceeded。

“I　dreamt　another　dream；　sir：　t