'Well,ma'am,'the hotel-owner told me,'I was one of Mr Rochester's servants at the time, and I can tell you it was his mad wife who started the fire in the governess's room. The master had been wildly in love with the governess, you see,ma'am, although she was just a plain little thing, and when she disappeared, he almost went mad. His wife must have understood enough to be jealous of the girl.Anyway,in the fire the master risked his life helping all the servants out of the house, then bravely went back to save the mad woman. We saw her jump from the roof and fall to her death. But because he went back to help her,he was badly injured in the fire,losing a hand and the sight of both eyes.Very sad, ma'am.'
'Where is he now?'I asked urgently.
'At another house of his, Ferndean Manor, thirty miles away.
I hired a carriage to drive there at once.
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