That night I only slept a little, dreaming of the red room at Gateshead.The moonlight shone into my bedroom,as it did then,and I saw a vision on the ceiling,a white figure looking down on me.It seemed to whisper to my spirit,'Daughter,leave now before you are tempted to stay.'
'Mother,I will,'I answered.And when I woke up,although it was still dark outside,I wrapped up some spare clothes in a parcel,and put a little money in a purse.As I crept downstairs,I could hear Mr Rochester in his room,walking up and down and sighing.I could find heaven in this room if I wanted.I just had to enter and say,'I will love you and live with you through life until death!'My hand moved towards the handle.But I stopped myself,and went miserably downstairs and out of the house.
Setting out on the road,I could not help thinking of Mr Rochester's despair when he found himself abandoned.I hated myself for wounding him,and for perhaps driving him to a life of wickedness,or even death.I wanted desperately to be with him,to comfort him,but somehow I made myself keep walking,and when a coach passed,I arranged to travel on it as far as my money would pay for.Inside the coach I cried the bitterest tears of my life.