The evening arrival at the great town of--scattered these thoughts; night gave them quite another turn: laid down on my traveller's bed, I left reminiscence for anticipation.
I was going back to Thornfield: but how long was I to stay there?
Not long; of that I was sure.

I had heard from Mrs.Fairfax in the interim of my absence: the party at the hall was dispersed; Mr.Rochester had left for London three weeks ago, but he was then expected to return in a fortnight.

Mrs.Fairfax surmised that he was gone to make arrangements for his wedding, as he had talked of purchasing a new carriage: she said the idea of his marrying Miss Ingram still seemed strange to her; but from what everybody said, and from what she had herself seen, she could no longer doubt that the event would shortly take place.

"You would be strangely incredulous if you did doubt it," was my mental comment.

"I don't doubt it." The question followed, "Where was I to go ?" I dreamt of Miss Ingram all the night: in a vivid morning dream I saw her closing the gates of Thornfield against me and pointing me out another road; and Mr.Rochester looked on with his arms folded--smiling sardonically, as it seemed, at both her and me.
I had not notified to Mrs.Fairfax the exact day of my return; for I did not wish either car or carriage to meet me at Millcote.