He was dressed now: he still looked pale, but he was no longer gory and sullied.
Mr.Rochester let him sit three minutes after he had swallowed the liquid; he then took his arm-- "Now I am sure you can get on your feet," he said--"try." The patient rose.
"Carter, take him under the other shoulder.

Be of good cheer, Richard; step out--that's it!" "I do feel better," remarked Mr.Mason.
"I am sure you do.

Now, Jane, trip on before us away to the backstairs; unbolt the side-passage door, and tell the driver of the post-chaise you will see in the yard--or just outside, for I told him not to drive his rattling wheels over the pavement--to be ready; we are coming: and, Jane, if any one is about, come to the foot of the stairs and hem." It was by this time half-past five, and the sun was on the point of rising; but I found the kitchen still dark and silent.

The side-passage door was fastened; I opened it with as little noise as possible: all the yard was quiet; but the gates stood wide open, and there was a post-chaise, with horses ready harnessed, and driver seated on the box, stationed outside.

I approached him, and said the gentlemen were coming; he nodded: then I looked carefully round and listened.