[Jane Eyre] The mad woman in the attic is reborn

In Thornfield Manor, there was an unpleasant disturbance last night. Mrs. Fairfax was severely criticized by Mr. Rochester. She is now feeling a little depressed. Since Jane Eyre left, Mr. Fairfax has returned to the previous cloudy and uncertain mood. character.

Early in the morning, Adela woke up early. Before Sophia woke up, she climbed up the stairs with bare feet, ran up to the third floor secretly, turned the doorknob, and a small figure slipped in from the door .

"Little Strawberry, Little Strawberry...Are you awake?" A childish voice came, and Adela crept onto the bed, her small body lying on Bertha's bedside, her round big eyes wide open. stared at her.

Adela's hair is disheveled, golden soft hair hangs down on her face, she puts her hands up behind her ears, lowers her head to Bertha's face, pouted her mouth to meet her, and takes a big gulp, her saliva glistening On Bertha's face, seeing Bertha's face stained with her own saliva, she couldn't help giggling, and raised her little hand to wipe her face again.

She leaned into her ear and said, "Little Strawberry, the sun is drying your ass, handsome uncle asked you to go out and play."

Bertha felt itchy on her face in a daze. She had insomnia last night and fell asleep very late in the second half of the night.Squinting her eyes and seeing it was Adela, she said in a hoarse voice, "Oh, sweetheart, why did you run into my room, where is Sophia? Why didn't she look at you."

Adela giggled and said, "Hey, Sophia is a big slob, she hasn't woken up yet."

Bertha sat up, raised her hand to pick her up, held her in her arms, and pinched her face again, "Why are you so naughty, what did you call me just now, little strawberry? Oh, you gave me a new nickname again ?"

"I like eating strawberries the most. Bertha is so beautiful, so Bertha is a little strawberry." Adela sat in Bertha's arms, holding her face in both hands, poking her nose with her little finger, Playing with her face happily.

The room was filled with giggles and her goofy cries.Adela is indeed a little sweetheart, a little cutie, and her mood was healed early in the morning.

Bertha carried her out of bed, held her hand, and said softly, "Let's go wash up together, and give Adela a beautiful haircut."

Adela grabbed her hand, jumped up and said happily: "Yes, yes, I want the purple headband on Bertha's head, it's so beautiful."

Just as she reached out to open the door, Sophia was about to knock on the door when she lowered her head and saw Adela, she finally let go of her anxious heart, and said frightened: "Miss Adela, why did you come upstairs alone, it's too dangerous. "

Bertha chuckled, "Adela loves to cling to me, don't worry, I will take good care of her."

Sophia took a breath and said with relief: "That's good, I'm going to prepare breakfast for Mrs. Bertha and Miss."

Bertha nodded and said yes, and took Adela into the room to wash.

Mr. Rochester also got up, dressed and went out, when he heard the laughter and cheerful voices on the third floor as soon as he opened the door, he looked up there unconsciously, and saw the light blue figure through the railing of the stairs, bending over Washing Adela's face, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Mrs. Fairfax was carrying the basin upstairs, when she saw Mr. Rochester staring up at the stairs as soon as she reached the stairs, she followed her gaze and saw Mrs. Bertha and Miss Adela on the third floor. Unconsciously, the corner of his mouth hooked down.

"Sir, wash up."

Rochester came to his senses when he heard the voice, and gradually looked away, picked up the towel that Fairfax handed over, and asked in a loud voice, "Last night... Did Adela sleep on the third floor?"

Fairfax turned his head and glanced at the third floor, and replied: "Before I went to bed yesterday, I took a look at Miss Adela. She was still in her room. She probably ran to Mrs. Bertha at dawn. room."

He hummed in a low voice, barely audible.

Fairfax reached out to take the towel, and wondered that the gentleman hadn't lost his temper. According to the usual rules, he would have had a big quarrel with Mrs. Bertha about Adela.She doesn't know what a good temper is today, but she still thinks of her husband's angry appearance yesterday, and she can't help but feel a little trembling in her heart, after all, his temper is too unpredictable.

After washing, Rochester went downstairs with his hat in hand. Mrs. Fairfax followed behind him, and suddenly said: "By the way, sir, there is a new family in our town, and we invite you to come over tonight."

Rochester didn't take it seriously, and asked with an oh: "Who is it?"

Fairfax hesitated for a moment, but said truthfully, "It's the Roy family. They came from Jamaica and want to settle in our town."

"Roy?" Rochester frowned, the name was somewhat familiar.

Fairfax reminded: "It's Mr. Fernard Roy's family. They are a family of lawyers and are very respected in Jamaica. I heard that their ancestors were also from North Yorkshire. Later, they moved to Jamaica. Now they are returning home in the town. Bought a new house, and I'm inviting my neighbors in town to a party."

A familiar face gradually appeared in Rochester's mind. It turned out to be the one who prevented him from marrying Jane Eyre in the church. Wasn't he the lawyer hired by that mad woman Bertha from Jamaica?

Are you going to settle down in North Yorkshire? !

There is a good traditional custom in the small town. Newly moved residents have to invite neighbors from all walks of life to visit the house. Generally, they just treat guests to a meal. However, a family of lawyers like Roy has a certain reputation outside Status and status, there will naturally be a dinner and dance in the evening.

Bertha helped Adela by the stairs on the second floor and heard Fairfax talking with him, and suddenly said loudly: "Oh, is Mr. Roy the invitation letter?"

Rochester turned back, frowned and said: "What does it have to do with you, you are not allowed to go out at night, I will take Adela to visit the new residents."

Bertha looked at him disdainfully, and curled her lips into a chuckle, "Oh, Mr. Rochester, have you forgotten that Mr. Fernard is the lawyer I invited, out of the host's etiquette, how can I be absent? By the way, Fernard Mr. Nader personally invited me a few days ago, if you don't go, wouldn't you be breaking your promise?"

Rochester turned back and snorted coldly: "Don't you just want to go out and show off, so that people will know that you are my wife, and then embarrass me!"

"Oh sir," Bertha asked in surprise, "what kind of confidence do you have to make people think that you, Edward Rochester, will marry a wife as beautiful and rich as me?"

When it comes to confidence, Bertha is absolutely unique.

As she spoke, she helped Adela go downstairs. When she came to his side, she stopped, stared at his slightly tired face, and smiled softly: "Don't worry, sir, I know you in this town." I don't have many, and if anyone asks, I'll tell them I've got nothing to do with Edward Rochester. I'm going to have fun at a party and dance with the gentlemen, and break it. , isn't it troublesome?"

Rochester stared at her angrily, "You wanton woman, you have no shame at all."

"Shameless?" She laughed out loud, "Mr. Rochester, it's the Victorian era now, and compared to your second marriage in the church, it's nothing to talk about me dancing with the gentlemen."

As Bertha said, she bowed her head and asked, "Adela, would you like to dance and eat cake at the banquet?"

Adela took her hand and said with a happy smile, "I want to go with Bertha." Then she shook her hand, motioning her to squat down.

Bertha understood and squatted down with a smile.The little girl rolled the trumpet in her hand and whispered softly, "The handsome uncle came to tell me in the morning that he wanted you to go with me. I don't want to go with Mr. Rochester. He is too fierce. Like a rabid Tyrannosaurus."

Hearing the handsome uncle she was talking about, Bertha was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing out loud, pinched Adela's face, and said dotingly: "Let's go shopping for beautiful dresses together later, okay? "

Adela raised her head, narrowed her eyes, and said with a smile: "Okay, Bertha is the most beautiful, Bertha is the best."

Bertha led the bouncing Adela down the stairs and sat down at the table.

The fried toast, fried bacon, sausage, coffee and milk that had been prepared earlier were placed on the table. Adela sat on the seat respectfully, waiting for Mr. Rochester to join him.

Adela's family education is very good, and even meals have standardized dining etiquette.

Rochester watched the two sit down, and he slandered what he just said in his heart. The woman in front of him was too eloquent, he always had the upper hand, and he would be deflated early in the morning!

Sit on the chair with anger, pick up the knife and fork and start eating.

Bertha turned her head to Grace, and said softly, "Grace, please bring me a glass of soda, thank you."

Grace replied respectfully: "Yes, ma'am."

After the meal, the servant took down the tableware, and Adela was taken back to the room by Sophia to change clothes. Bertha was going to take her out, buy some evening dresses, small skirts, and the like, and buy some hair for her. Belt and some hats.

Adela had no mother since she was a child, and her mother should have chosen and prepared these things for her.

Although Rochester is her guardian, apart from food and clothing, he will not pay too much attention to her.

Bertha was about to get up, when Mrs. Fairfax called out from the door: "Oh, Mrs. Bertha, it's Mr. Roy."

Rochester also looked out the door, his eyes dimmed towards the person coming up, while Bertha walked over happily, and when she saw the person at the door, she pursed her lips and asked tentatively: "Mr. Fernard?"

The man nodded slightly, and smiled slightly, "It seems that you have already met Elijah."

Bertha also nodded and smiled, "Yes, you really look exactly alike."

"Elijah is my brother, O Lady Bertha, did Elijah not be rude to you?"

Bertha thought about yesterday's situation, his frivolous behavior, frivolous tone, bold indulgence and publicity. Among the people he met for the first time, he was probably the most rude person Bertha had ever met.