One of his lately hired servants, a footman, answered it.
"Is John getting the carriage ready ?" "Yes, sir." "Is the luggage brought down ?" "They are bringing it down, sir." "Go you to the church: see if Mr.Wood (the clergyman) and the clerk are there: return and tell me." The church, as the reader knows, was but just beyond the gates; the footman soon returned.
"Mr.Wood is in the vestry, sir, putting on his surplice." "And the carriage ?" "The horses are harnessing." "We shall not want it to go to church; but it must be ready the moment we return: all the boxes and luggage arranged and strapped on, and the coachman in his seat." "Yes, sir." "Jane, are you ready ?" I rose.

There were no groomsmen, no bridesmaids, no relatives to wait for or marshal: none but Mr.Rochester and I.

Mrs.Fairfax stood in the hall as we passed.

I would fain have spoken to her, but my hand was held by a grasp of iron: I was hurried along by a stride I could hardly follow; and to look at Mr.Rochester's face was to feel that not a second of delay would be tolerated for any purpose.

I wonder what other bridegroom ever looked as he did--so bent up to a purpose, so grimly resolute: or who, under such steadfast brows, ever revealed such flaming and flashing eyes.
I know not whether the day was fair or foul; in descending the drive, I gazed neither on sky nor earth: my heart was with my eyes; and both seemed migrated into Mr.Rochester's frame.