I dressed, then, to be ready for emergencies.

When dressed, I sat a long time by the window looking out over the silent grounds and silvered fields and waiting for I knew not what.

It seemed to me that some event must follow the strange cry, struggle, and call.
No: stillness returned: each murmur and movement ceased gradually, and in about an hour Thornfield Hall was again as hushed as a desert.

It seemed that sleep and night had resumed their empire.

Meantime the moon declined: she was about to set.