The Project Gutenberg EBook of Villette, by Charlotte Brontë This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: Villette Author: Charlotte Brontë Posting Date: August 23, 2010 [EBook #9182] Release Date: October, 2005 First Posted: September 12, 2003 [Last updated: March 2, 2016] Language: English *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK VILLETTE *** Produced by Delphine Lettau, Charles Franks and Distributed Proofreaders VILLETTE BY CHARLOTTE BRONTË CONTENTS CHAPTER I BRETTON II PAULINA III THE PLAYMATES IV MISS MARCHMONT V TURNING A NEW LEAF VI LONDON VII VILLETTE VIII MADAME BECK IX ISIDORE X DR JOHN XI THE PORTRESS'S CABINET XII THE CASKET XIII A SNEEZE OUT OF SEASON XIV THE FÊTE XV THE LONG VACATION XVI AULD LANG SYNE XVII LA TERRASSE XVIII WE QUARREL XIX THE CLEOPATRA XX THE CONCERT XXI REACTION XXII THE LETTER XXIII VASHTI XXIV M DE BASSOMPIERRE XXV THE LITTLE COUNTESS XXVI A BURIAL XXVII THE HÔTEL CRÉCY XXVIII THE WATCHGUARD XXIX MONSIEUR'S FÊTE XXX M PAUL XXXI THE DRYAD XXXII THE FIRST LETTER XXXIII M PAUL KEEPS HIS PROMISE XXXIV MALEVOLA XXXV FRATERNITY XXXVI THE APPLE OF DISCORD XXXVII SUNSHINE XXXVIII CLOUD XXXIX OLD AND NEW ACQUAINTANCE XL THE HAPPY PAIR XLI FAUBOURG CLOTILDE XLII FINIS VILLETTE CHAPTER I BRETTON My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton Her husband's family had been residents there for generations, and bore, indeed, the name of their birthplace—Bretton of Bretton: whether by coincidence, or because some remote ancestor had been a personage of sufficient importance to leave his name to his neighbourhood, I know not When I was a girl I went to Bretton about twice a year, and well I liked the visit The house and its inmates specially suited me The large peaceful rooms, the well-arranged furniture, the clear wide windows, the balcony outside, looking down on a fine antique street, where Sundays and holidays seemed always to abide—so quiet was its atmosphere, so clean its pavement—these things pleased me well One child in a household of grown people is usually made very much of, and in a quiet way I was a good deal taken notice of by Mrs Bretton, who had been left a widow, with one son, before I knew her; her husband, a physician, having died while she was yet a young and handsome woman She was not young, as I remember her, but she was still handsome, tall, wellmade, and though dark for an Englishwoman, yet wearing always the clearness of health in her brunette cheek, and its vivacity in a pair of fine, cheerful black eyes People esteemed it a grievous pity that she had not conferred her complexion on her son, whose eyes were blue—though, even in boyhood, very piercing—and the colour of his long hair such as friends did not venture to specify, except as the sun shone on it, when they called it golden He inherited the lines of his mother's features, however; also her good teeth, her stature (or the promise of her stature, for he was not yet full-grown), and, what was better, her health without flaw, and her spirits of that tone and equality which are better than a fortune to the possessor In the autumn of the year —— I was staying at Bretton; my godmother having come in person to claim me of the kinsfolk with whom was at that time fixed my permanent residence I believe she then plainly saw events coming, whose very shadow I scarce guessed; yet of which the faint suspicion sufficed to impart unsettled sadness, and made me glad to change scene and society Time always flowed smoothly for me at my godmother's side; not with tumultuous swiftness, but blandly, like the gliding of a full river through a plain My visits to her resembled the sojourn of Christian and Hopeful beside a certain pleasant stream, with "green trees on each bank, and meadows beautified with lilies all the year round." The charm of variety there was not, nor the excitement of incident; but I liked peace so well, and sought stimulus so little, that when the latter came I almost felt it a disturbance, and wished rather it had still held aloof One day a letter was received of which the contents evidently caused Mrs Bretton surprise and some concern I thought at first it was from home, and trembled, expecting I know not what disastrous communication: to me, however, no reference was made, and the cloud seemed to pass The next day, on my return from a long walk, I found, as I entered my bedroom, an unexpected change In, addition to my own French bed in its shady recess, appeared in a corner a small crib, draped with white; and in addition to my mahogany chest of drawers, I saw a tiny rosewood chest I stood still, gazed, and considered "Of what are these things the signs and tokens?" I asked The answer was obvious "A second guest is coming: Mrs Bretton expects other visitors." On descending to dinner, explanations ensued A little girl, I was told, would shortly be my companion: the daughter of a friend and distant relation of the late Dr Bretton's This little girl, it was added, had recently lost her mother; though, indeed, Mrs Bretton ere long subjoined, the loss was not so great as might at first appear Mrs Home (Home it seems was the name) had been a very pretty, but a giddy, careless woman, who had neglected her child, and disappointed and disheartened her husband So far from congenial had the union proved, that separation at last ensued—separation by mutual consent, not after any legal process Soon after this event, the lady having over-exerted herself at a ball, caught cold, took a fever, and died after a very brief illness Her husband, naturally a man of very sensitive feelings, and shocked inexpressibly by too sudden communication of the news, could hardly, it seems, now be persuaded but that some over-severity on his part—some deficiency in patience and indulgence—had contributed to hasten her end He had brooded over this idea till his spirits were seriously affected; the medical men insisted on travelling being tried as a remedy, and meanwhile Mrs Bretton had offered to take charge of his little girl "And I hope," added my godmother in conclusion, "the child will not be like her mamma; as silly and frivolous a little flirt as ever sensible man was weak enough to marry For," said she, "Mr Home is a sensible man in his way, though not very practical: he is fond of science, and lives half his life in a laboratory trying experiments—a thing his butterfly wife could neither comprehend nor endure; and indeed" confessed my godmother, "I should not have liked it myself." In answer to a question of mine, she further informed me that her late husband used to say, Mr Home had derived this scientific turn from a maternal uncle, a French savant; for he came, it seems; of mixed French and Scottish origin, and had connections now living in France, of whom more than one wrote de before his name, and called himself noble That same evening at nine o'clock, a servant was despatched to meet the coach by which our little visitor was expected Mrs Bretton and I sat alone in the drawing-room waiting her coming; John Graham Bretton being absent on a visit to one of his schoolfellows who lived in the country My godmother read the evening paper while she waited; I sewed It was a wet night; the rain lashed the panes, and the wind sounded angry and restless "Poor child!" said Mrs Bretton from time to time "What weather for her journey! I wish she were safe here." A little before ten the door-bell announced Warren's return No sooner was the door opened than I ran down into the hall; there lay a trunk and some bandboxes, beside them stood a person like a nurse-girl, and at the foot of the staircase was Warren with a shawled bundle in his arms "Is that the child?" I asked "Yes, miss." I would have opened the shawl, and tried to get a peep at the face, but it was hastily turned from me to Warren's shoulder "Put me down, please," said a small voice when Warren opened the drawingroom door, "and take off this shawl," continued the speaker, extracting with its minute hand the pin, and with a sort of fastidious haste doffing the clumsy wrapping The creature which now appeared made a deft attempt to fold the shawl; but the drapery was much too heavy and large to be sustained or wielded by those hands and arms "Give it to Harriet, please," was then the direction, "and she can put it away." This said, it turned and fixed its eyes on Mrs Bretton "Come here, little dear," said that lady "Come and let me see if you are cold and damp: come and let me warm you at the fire." The child advanced promptly Relieved of her wrapping, she appeared exceedingly tiny; but was a neat, completely-fashioned little figure, light, slight, and straight Seated on my godmother's ample lap, she looked a mere doll; her neck, delicate as wax, her head of silky curls, increased, I thought, the resemblance Mrs Bretton talked in little fond phrases as she chafed the child's hands, arms, and feet; first she was considered with a wistful gaze, but soon a smile answered her Mrs Bretton was not generally a caressing woman: even with her deeplycherished son, her manner was rarely sentimental, often the reverse; but when the small stranger smiled at her, she kissed it, asking, "What is my little one's name?" "Missy." "But besides Missy?" "Polly, papa calls her." "Will Polly be content to live with me?" "Not always; but till papa comes home Papa is gone away." She shook her head expressively "He will return to Polly, or send for her." "Will he, ma'am? Do you know he will?" "I think so." "But Harriet thinks not: at least not for a long while He is ill." Her eyes filled She drew her hand from Mrs Bretton's and made a movement to leave her lap; it was at first resisted, but she said—"Please, I wish to go: I can sit on a stool." She was allowed to slip down from the knee, and taking a footstool, she carried it to a corner where the shade was deep, and there seated herself Mrs Bretton, though a commanding, and in grave matters even a peremptory woman, was often passive in trifles: she allowed the child her way She said to me, "Take no notice at present." But I did take notice: I watched Polly rest her small elbow on her small knee, her head on her hand; I observed her draw a square inch or two of pocket-handkerchief from the doll-pocket of her doll-skirt, and then I heard her weep Other children in grief or pain cry aloud, without shame or restraint; but this being wept: the tiniest occasional sniff testified to her emotion Mrs Bretton did not hear it: which was quite as well Ere long, a voice, issuing from the corner, demanded—"May the bell be rung for Harriet!" I rang; the nurse was summoned and came "Harriet, I must be put to bed," said her little mistress "You must ask where my bed is." Harriet signified that she had already made that inquiry "Ask if you sleep with me, Harriet." "No, Missy," said the nurse: "you are to share this young lady's room," designating me Missy did not leave her seat, but I saw her eyes seek me After some minutes' silent scrutiny, she emerged from her corner "I wish you, ma'am, good night," said she to Mrs Bretton; but she passed me mute "Good-night, Polly," I said "No need to say good-night, since we sleep in the same chamber," was the reply, with which she vanished from the drawing-room We heard Harriet propose to carry her up-stairs "No need," was again her answer—"no need, no need:" and her small step toiled wearily up the staircase On going to bed an hour afterwards, I found her still wide awake She had arranged her pillows so as to support her little person in a sitting posture: her hands, placed one within the other, rested quietly on the sheet, with an oldfashioned calm most unchildlike I abstained from speaking to her for some time, but just before extinguishing the light, I recommended her to lie down "By and by," was the answer "But you will take cold, Missy." She took some tiny article of raiment from the chair at her crib side, and with it covered her shoulders I suffered her to do as she pleased Listening awhile in the darkness, I was aware that she still wept,—wept under restraint, quietly and cautiously On awaking with daylight, a trickling of water caught my ear Behold! there she was risen and mounted on a stool near the washstand, with pains and difficulty inclining the ewer (which she could not lift) so as to pour its contents into the basin It was curious to watch her as she washed and dressed, so small, busy, and noiseless Evidently she was little accustomed to perform her own toilet; and the buttons, strings, hooks and eyes, offered difficulties which she encountered with a perseverance good to witness She folded her night-dress, she smoothed the drapery of her couch quite neatly; withdrawing into a corner, where the sweep of the white curtain concealed her, she became still I half rose, and advanced my head to see how she was occupied On her knees, with her forehead bent on her hands, I perceived that she was praying Her nurse tapped at the door She started up "I am dressed, Harriet," said she; "I have dressed myself, but I do not feel neat Make me neat!" "Why did you dress yourself, Missy?" "Hush! speak low, Harriet, for fear of waking the girl" (meaning me, who now lay with my eyes shut) "I dressed myself to learn, against the time you leave me." "Do you want me to go?" "When you are cross, I have many a time wanted you to go, but not now Tie my sash straight; make my hair smooth, please." "Your sash is straight enough What a particular little body you are!" "It must be tied again Please to tie it." "There, then When I am gone you must get that young lady to dress you." "On no account." "Why? She is a very nice young lady I hope you mean to behave prettily to her, Missy, and not show your airs." "She shall dress me on no account." "Comical little thing!" "You are not passing the comb straight through my hair, Harriet; the line will be crooked." "Ay, you are ill to please Does that suit?" "Pretty well Where should I go now that I am dressed?" "I will take you into the breakfast-room." "Come, then." They proceeded to the door She stopped "I want to tell you something," I said: "I want to tell you all." "Speak, Lucy; come near; speak Who prizes you, if I do not? Who is your friend, if not Emanuel? Speak!" I spoke All escaped from my lips I lacked not words now; fast I narrated; fluent I told my tale; it streamed on my tongue I went back to the night in the park; I mentioned the medicated draught—why it was given—its goading effect—how it had torn rest from under my head, shaken me from my couch, carried me abroad with the lure of a vivid yet solemn fancy—a summer-night solitude on turf, under trees, near a deep, cool lakelet I told the scene realized; the crowd, the masques, the music, the lamps, the splendours, the guns booming afar, the bells sounding on high All I had encountered I detailed, all I had recognised, heard, and seen; how I had beheld and watched himself: how I listened, how much heard, what conjectured; the whole history, in brief, summoned to his confidence, rushed thither, truthful, literal, ardent, bitter Still as I narrated, instead of checking, he incited me to proceed he spurred me by the gesture, the smile, the half-word Before I had half done, he held both my hands, he consulted my eyes with a most piercing glance: there was something in his face which tended neither to calm nor to put me down; he forgot his own doctrine, he forsook his own system of repression when I most challenged its exercise I think I deserved strong reproof; but when have we our deserts? I merited severity; he looked indulgence To my very self I seemed imperious and unreasonable, for I forbade Justine Marie my door and roof; he smiled, betraying delight Warm, jealous, and haughty, I knew not till now that my nature had such a mood: he gathered me near his heart I was full of faults; he took them and me all home For the moment of utmost mutiny, he reserved the one deep spell of peace These words caressed my ear:— "Lucy, take my love One day share my life Be my dearest, first on earth." We walked back to the Rue Fossette by moonlight—such moonlight as fell on Eden—shining through the shades of the Great Garden, and haply gilding a path glorious for a step divine—a Presence nameless Once in their lives some men and women go back to these first fresh days of our great Sire and Mother—taste that grand morning's dew—bathe in its sunrise In the course of the walk I was told how Justine Marie Sauveur had always been regarded with the affection proper to a daughter—how, with M Paul's consent, she had been affianced for months to one Heinrich Mühler, a wealthy young German merchant, and was to be married in the course of a year Some of M Emanuel's relations and connections would, indeed, it seems, have liked him to marry her, with a view to securing her fortune in the family; but to himself the scheme was repugnant, and the idea totally inadmissible We reached Madame Beck's door Jean Baptiste's clock tolled nine At this hour, in this house, eighteen months since, had this man at my side bent before me, looked into my face and eyes, and arbitered my destiny This very evening he had again stooped, gazed, and decreed How different the look—how far otherwise the fate! He deemed me born under his star: he seemed to have spread over me its beam like a banner Once—unknown, and unloved, I held him harsh and strange; the low stature, the wiry make, the angles, the darkness, the manner, displeased me Now, penetrated with his influence, and living by his affection, having his worth by intellect, and his goodness by heart—I preferred him before all humanity We parted: he gave me his pledge, and then his farewell We parted: the next day —he sailed CHAPTER XLII FINIS Man cannot prophesy Love is no oracle Fear sometimes imagines a vain thing Those years of absence! How had I sickened over their anticipation! The woe they must bring seemed certain as death I knew the nature of their course: I never had doubt how it would harrow as it went The juggernaut on his car towered there a grim load Seeing him draw nigh, burying his broad wheels in the oppressed soil—I, the prostrate votary—felt beforehand the annihilating craunch Strange to say—strange, yet true, and owning many parallels in life's experience —that anticipatory craunch proved all—yes—nearly all the torture The great Juggernaut, in his great chariot, drew on lofty, loud, and sullen He passed quietly, like a shadow sweeping the sky, at noon Nothing but a chilling dimness was seen or felt I looked up Chariot and demon charioteer were gone by; the votary still lived M Emanuel was away three years Reader, they were the three happiest years of my life Do you scout the paradox? Listen I commenced my school; I worked— I worked hard I deemed myself the steward of his property, and determined, God willing, to render a good account Pupils came—burghers at first—a higher class ere long About the middle of the second year an unexpected chance threw into my hands an additional hundred pounds: one day I received from England a letter containing that sum It came from Mr Marchmont, the cousin and heir of my dear and dead mistress He was just recovering from a dangerous illness; the money was a peace-offering to his conscience, reproaching him in the matter of, I know not what, papers or memoranda found after his kinswoman's death— naming or recommending Lucy Snowe Mrs Barrett had given him my address How far his conscience had been sinned against, I never inquired I asked no questions, but took the cash and made it useful With this hundred pounds I ventured to take the house adjoining mine I would not leave that which M Paul had chosen, in which he had left, and where he expected again to find me My externat became a pensionnat; that also prospered The secret of my success did not lie so much in myself, in any endowment, any power of mine, as in a new state of circumstances, a wonderfully changed life, a relieved heart The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle At parting, I had been left a legacy; such a thought for the present, such a hope for the future, such a motive for a persevering, a laborious, an enterprising, a patient and a brave course—I could not flag Few things shook me now; few things had importance to vex, intimidate, or depress me: most things pleased—mere trifles had a charm Do not think that this genial flame sustained itself, or lived wholly on a bequeathed hope or a parting promise A generous provider supplied bounteous fuel I was spared all chill, all stint; I was not suffered to fear penury; I was not tried with suspense By every vessel he wrote; he wrote as he gave and as he loved, in full-handed, full-hearted plenitude He wrote because he liked to write; he did not abridge, because he cared not to abridge He sat down, he took pen and paper, because he loved Lucy and had much to say to her; because he was faithful and thoughtful, because he was tender and true There was no sham and no cheat, and no hollow unreal in him Apology never dropped her slippery oil on his lips—never proffered, by his pen, her coward feints and paltry nullities: he would give neither a stone, nor an excuse—neither a scorpion; nor a disappointment; his letters were real food that nourished, living water that refreshed And was I grateful? God knows! I believe that scarce a living being so remembered, so sustained, dealt with in kind so constant, honourable and noble, could be otherwise than grateful to the death Adherent to his own religion (in him was not the stuff of which is made the facile apostate), he freely left me my pure faith He did not tease nor tempt He said:— "Remain a Protestant My little English Puritan, I love Protestantism in you I own its severe charm There is something in its ritual I cannot receive myself, but it is the sole creed for 'Lucy.'" All Rome could not put into him bigotry, nor the Propaganda itself make him a real Jesuit He was born honest, and not false—artless, and not cunning—a freeman, and not a slave His tenderness had rendered him ductile in a priest's hands, his affection, his devotedness, his sincere pious enthusiasm blinded his kind eyes sometimes, made him abandon justice to himself to do the work of craft, and serve the ends of selfishness; but these are faults so rare to find, so costly to their owner to indulge, we scarce know whether they will not one day be reckoned amongst the jewels * * * * * And now the three years are past: M Emanuel's return is fixed It is Autumn; he is to be with me ere the mists of November come My school flourishes, my house is ready: I have made him a little library, filled its shelves with the books he left in my care: I have cultivated out of love for him (I was naturally no florist) the plants he preferred, and some of them are yet in bloom I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own The sun passes the equinox; the days shorten, the leaves grow sere; but—he is coming Frosts appear at night; November has sent his fogs in advance; the wind takes its autumn moan; but—he is coming The skies hang full and dark—a wrack sails from the west; the clouds cast themselves into strange forms—arches and broad radiations; there rise resplendent mornings—glorious, royal, purple as monarch in his state; the heavens are one flame; so wild are they, they rival battle at its thickest—so bloody, they shame Victory in her pride I know some signs of the sky; I have noted them ever since childhood God watch that sail! Oh! guard it! The wind shifts to the west Peace, peace, Banshee—"keening" at every window! It will rise—it will swell—it shrieks out long: wander as I may through the house this night, I cannot lull the blast The advancing hours make it strong: by midnight, all sleepless watchers hear and fear a wild south-west storm That storm roared frenzied, for seven days It did not cease till the Atlantic was strewn with wrecks: it did not lull till the deeps had gorged their full of sustenance Not till the destroying angel of tempest had achieved his perfect work, would he fold the wings whose waft was thunder—the tremor of whose plumes was storm Peace, be still! Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered—not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some! Here pause: pause at once There is enough said Trouble no quiet, kind heart; leave sunny imaginations hope Let it be theirs to conceive the delight of joy born again fresh out of great terror, the rapture of rescue from peril, the wondrous reprieve from dread, the fruition of return Let them picture union and a happy succeeding life Madame Beck prospered all the days of her life; so did Père Silas; Madame Walravens fulfilled her ninetieth year before she died Farewell THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Villette, by Charlotte Brontë *** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK VILLETTE *** ***** This file should be named 9182-8.txt or 9182-8.zip ***** This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: http://www.gutenberg.org/9/1/8/9182/ Produced by Delphine Lettau, Charles Franks and Distributed Proofreaders Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will be renamed Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no one owns a 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