'The advertisements and Briggs spoke of a Jane Eyre,but I only knew a Jane Elliott,'said St John.'Are you Jane Eyre?'
'Yes—yes,but doesn't Mr Briggs know anything about Mr Rochester?'I asked desperately.
'I don't think Briggs is at all interested in Mr Rochester.You're forgetting the really important thing.Don't you want to know why he's been looking for you?'
'Well,what did he want?'I asked,almost rudely.
'Only to tell you that your uncle,Mr Eyre of Madeira,is dead,that he has left you all his property,and that you're now rich—only that,nothing more.'
Rich!One moment I was poor,the next moment I was wealthy.It was hard to realize my new situation.A fortune brings serious worries and responsibilities with it,which I could hardly imagine.I was sorry to hear that my uncle,my only surviving relation,was dead.However,the inheritance would give me independence for life,and I was glad of that.
'Perhaps you would like to know how much you've inherited?'offered St John politely.'It's nothing much really,just twenty thousand pounds,I think.'
'Twenty thousand pounds?'The news took my breath away.St John,who I had never heard laugh before,actually laughed out loud at my shocked face.'Perhaps…perhaps you've made a mistake?'I asked him nervously.
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